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09-09-02: Ysmalath and Zippith's hatching
Myia shakes her head then pokes Jessamy again "Jess wake up, come back to Pern." Lydiere steps out of the...

Myia shakes her head then pokes Jessamy again "Jess wake up, come back to Pern."

Lydiere steps out of the Hatching Tunnel with G'wain, shifting uncomfortably as she comes across the group of candidates, her head bobbing quickly towards P'rlan, the visitor. "Ista's duties, and can all you candidates start moving towards the barracks, if you please? It can't be long now, and we'd rather you were ready /before/ they start hatching." She rubs at her right leg, which is covered in black sand, glancing at G'wain with a somewhat quiet smile.

Adareri shakes her head slowly. "No, I haven't heard anything yet Ezemial. But... really if people are arriving, I thought that was a signal that the hatching was going to happen, and happen /soon/. I just wish we knew for sure..." she takes in the appearance of G'wain and Lydiere, and waves. "Hey G'wain, hey Lydiere!" she calls, her wave inviting them over to the group.

Riff glances over to Lyd, and shoves his hands in his pockets. He nods to the others and turns to head towards the northern bowl, rather than into the hatching caverns.

Nelali is watching the skies, looking it appears for someone to join her here and then nodding her head to the other weyrling from Eastern.

Ezemial is grinning until Lydiere says that and then looks almost panicked for a minute, "oh!.. uh.. now.. it's soon.. uh.." He grabs Yiasy and Jessamy by the shoulder and looks at Myia, "come ON" and starts propelling people towards teh barracks unless they resist.

Laelyn looks up at as the leaders emerge , and nods looking around to the other candies, "I guess the wait will soon be over" She follows the other candies and nearly runs down to the barracks

Arinna glances around at the latest dragon to arrive and shrugs. "Gosh, I hope so." She shakes her head and rocks back and forth on her heels. "Ok." Barracks. Right. She glances nervously at the other candidates before starting to follow Eze.

Jessamy smiles at Myia again for her continued persistence in keeping her from dozing off... but yet again, her mind is captured before she can work on distracting herself, as Lydiere and G'wain arrive. Ooh, people she knows! But then Lyd speaks, and true nervousness sets in, and Jess's eyes just go wide. "Oh. Oh. Oh okay," she whispers, allowing herself to be dragged without even thinking about it. Yes, follow Ezzy, he knows what he's doing.

Yiasy nearly squeaks and makes a dash for the barracks with several of the other candidates.

Myia turns to look at G'wain and Lydiere as well, waving, "Oh my it must be getting really close then."

P'rlan gives the Weyrwoman a polite nod in greeting while he waits beside his young brown. As Teerith arrives from above, the weyrling grimaces, muttering towards the brown's head beside him. "She's nah gunna be pleased wi' us, laddy. Dinna think that will get you in with her mate either."

Invariel takes a deep breath, and remains calm... or tries to. Exiting from the living caverns, he hears Lydiere and his lips compress into a thin line. It starts. There's a glance towards Lydiere, and he moves towards the Candidate barracks.

[Travel Spam Cut]

You stride into the Candidate Barracks.

Ezemial gets to the barracks and oh dears.."uh.. so.. we need robes.. we need robes!" He runs to his trunk and starts rummaging for his robe, which is of course neatly folded on his cot. He acks and sees it finally and starts tugging off his clothes and replacing them with a tunic. He sits on his bed working at his boots and finally replaces those with sandals.

G'wain follows at the back, herding any stray candidates as he goes. Grinning back at Lydiere, he tilts his head to the side and watches the scramble for robes. "Seems only yesterday that I was doing this, and I impressed Ahreluth." He moves to take a hold of Lydiere's hand, and squeeze it in an empathetic fashion.

Lydiere hovers by the doorway, somewhat amused as she watches the candidates in their preperations. "Hurry, hurry," she murmurs, dry amusement in her voice as she leans up against the wall. "The eggs won't wait, but we'd rather you were properly dressed, and at least somewhat composed, if at all possible." She grins at G'wain, squeezing his hand back, and nods, "For me, too. Only yesterday."

Yiasy is hurridly changing into her robe, paying not much of any attention to other folks in the dash to get it on and covered decently enough to be out there on the sands. A struggle then with her hair before that too is bound back to stay out of the way.

Jessamy walks to her bunk in something of a daze, ignoring Homer's agitated chitters, joined with Basho and Dog's complaints from her pillow, and just desposits the little brown on her bed without a second thought. Her robe, only recently finished (by someone else) is right on top in her trunk, and she yanks that out. Modesty? Bah. She's too nervous for modesty, and everyone else is too busy to look. Clothes off, robe on, and sandals slid onto her feet awkwardly. Then she can start working on breathing again.

Adareri comes in shortly ahead of G'wain, and goes instantly to her cot where she changes without fuss. Though her hands are shaking enough to almost tear the robe as she tries to put it on. But the robe is put on without mishap, and she glances around at the other candidates. "I suppose I'm about as ready as I'll ever be. Though I hate to admit it Lydiere, I didn't get the last of that paperwork done you wanted me to do. I can do it after the hatching."

Arinna manages not to run, but she makes her way quickly to her cot. Throwing the chest open she digs down to the bottom, coming up with a robe that's only slightly wrinkled. Considering the state of the other contents of that chest, that's pretty amazing. She quickly changes and starts rummaging around for her sandals. "Oh, come on..." She mutters to herself, leaning down to look under her cot. "Gotcha." Tugging her boots off, she replaces them with the sandals.

Christiana has managed to put on her robe after showing her parents to the galleries. Almost time, almost time. She fidgets a bit, watching her friends get ready as well.

Invariel moves with carefully measured strides to his cot, glancing back to G'wain and Lydiere as they speak. With barely a care for his modesty, he changes into his candidate robe, a white mess of linen and cloth that isn't at all stylish. But then, should it be? Tugging on the sandals that complete the ensemble, he straightens up, and steps towards the weyrmated pair. "I am ready, Wingleader, Weyrwoman." He almost sounds fatalistic.

Ezemial gets himself more or less smoothed out and goes to stand around near... someone. What to do, what to do. He smiles at people as they talk to him, but seems just a wee bit paler than usual. He keeps fidgeting and brushing the robe smooth. What if dragonets don't like wrinkled robes! Never mind he's smoothed this thing out so much the only wrinkles are where it's belted.

Laelyn moves to her bunk and pulls out her robe, keeping an ear for the leaders as they give any last minute instructions, she quickly changes out of her clothes and into the robe, securing it about the waist with a rope. She looks over the G'wain and Lydiere, not the least bit nervous, not at all, only takes her three tries to get a simple knot tied.

Myia nods then follows along with the others and begins pulling on her robe and sandals, "I can't believe it's time already." is whispered. Standing up she presents herself for inspection "I'm ready too sir, ma'am."

"After the hatching is /fine/, Adareri. It isn't a worry," insists Lydiere blithely, striding towards the door in the back of the room - hand still clasping G'wain's - which she unlocks from a key in her belt, swinging it open. "/You/ need to calm a little, Invariel. It's Lydiere, remember? When you're ready, folks, line up and we'll get moving."

Myia loks around for Jessamy "Are you ready Jess?" then she steps into line with those before her.

Ezemial moves into line somewhere and waits. He smiles to friends looking around at everyone before turning back to Lydiere and clearing his throat. He's ready, sure he's ready, see how ready he is?

G'wain frowns a little at Invariel's choice of words, but he's not going to say anything. Guessing that Inve's nervous - heck, they're /all/ nervous - he smiles broadly. "There's nothing to be scared about. Just... try and keep cool out there." Both in temperature and in temperament. "Relax, all of you."

Jessamy somehow manages to work her way over to where Ezemial is, and she manages to keep breathing steadily without hyperventilating. Yet. There's time, but though shaking like a leaf she's at least on her feet. "Ready," she says. To who? Who knows. She doesn't even seem that certain as to whether or not she means it, losing all her usual confidence now that she's actually faced with the situation at hand. Then Lyddie says to line up, and she makes sure that she's in line near Myia. Must be able to cling.

Yiasy moves along then, now that she's dressed and even more importantly, somewhat neat to go stand near Ezemial, watching all the other candidates and then chewing on her lower lip as she nods back in response, to something.

Adareri takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and slowly makes her way into line by the door. she grins at G'wain and moves a bit closer to him for a moment. "There's no way to be cool out on the sands, and you know it. It's too hot out there for that." she mutters teasingly, before she gets back into line.

Ezemial looks grateful when he sees both Jessamy and Yiasy, he reaches out and if they don't object takes each one of their hands, "ok.. so remember, if I fall over, kicking will begin"

Arinna finishes tying her sandals and locates a bit of string to use for her hair. Managing to get most of it out of her face, she straightens up and moves towards Yiasy. "Yeah, I'm ready too." She gives everyone a general grin and stops next to Yiasy. "Iana?" Rin nervously chews on her bottom lip as she glances around for her friend.

Christiana moves to find Arinna. "Rin, please tell me this isn't happening. I mean, I know it has to. But.. I don't know if I can go through with this." Iana is definately a bit at a loss, watching others nervously. She nods politely to each command from the weyr's leaders, ready to line up. Now or never.

Invariel bows his head slightly in acquiescence, but he doesn't say anything else. Standing alone for the moment, his back is straight, his head is up... He's the epitomy of a pillar of rock. Waiting to see what's going to happen, he stands there... but if you're watching carefully, you can see a slight swaying from side to side, and his hands clench and unclench.

April has been here the whole time - Really! She's just been really quiet and laid back. She hasn't spoken much. Just put on her robe and sandals, put her hair up in a white ribbon, placed Spizzy - clothed in his own robe - on her cot. "Stay there." She whispers to the flit. "Please." The brown seems to know that this is /important/ and curls up in a little ball, crooning.

Laelyn gets in line near Ezemial as well, being the closest in age to her and all . She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly , yep ready now , she looks around to the other candidates and smiles "Well here we go

Jessamy doesn't object at all to Ezemial taking her hand, and she's going to squeeze his fingers for all that she's worth until they start moving. Maybe that'll help calm her down. "Yes, we all must remember to kick," she agrees solemnly, even the humor in that statement lost in her nervousness. She catches sight of Invariel, and tries to give the man a reassuring smile. Not easy, since she's not assured herself. "It'll be okay. We'll all be okay. Other people have done this and they're all alive. Aren't they?" She looks to G'wain for assurance on that. I mean, you never know.

Arinna chuckles and shrugs. "Ok, I won't tell you. And if you try to back out on me I'll tie you up and drag you out." She grins, which makes her feel just a bit less nervous. "Oh, I don't like waits. And I hate it when my stomach does that weird flopping thing." Too much information? Maybe, but Rin seems to be into babbling at the moment.

Lydiere listens - catching the humming that begins to echo throughout the bowels of the weyr. She nods once, and strides down the tunnel, dragging G'wain after her. "Come on, folks!"

Lydiere strides down the tunnel.

Ezemial walks out onto the sands holding Jessamy and Yiasy's hands. He takes a deep breath and gives a bow to Ysmalath, Zippith, Lymera and R'yn.. and anyone else who looks like they should be bowed to, can never be too careful. He smiles from Jessamy to Yiasy and then looks at the eggs. Ok, calm now, we are calm.

Erubescent Liquid Egg shifts, ever so slightly - almost imperceptibly. And then lies still.

Myia bows in respect to dame and sir as well as their riders before she minces her way across the sand to join the semi-circle of candidates befor the eggs. Moving over to where Jessamy is standing she gie the other a vervous smile.

Invariel emerges onto the sands, a frown clouding his face. Anyone else'd be smiling, he supposes, and tries to neutralise his expression, to no avail. Looking at the hot, black sands, he shuffles forward, bowing low to the sire and dam - Ysmalath and Zippith, then to Lymera and R'yn, and finally, Lydiere and G'wain, although they're not specifically required. Better to be safe, than sorry! Still alone, he glances left, then right... He almost looks lost.

Jessamy walks out onto the sands in swift strides, holding onto Ezemial with one hand. At first glance she might look almost confident, but truth be told she's quaking in her sandals, and fast was the only way she could manage to get herself out on the sands at all. Her fists are already clenching her robe. The parents of this clutch are just stared at for a moment with widened eyes, as though she'd never seen them before, and then she manages to give a slight and shaky bow. Her face is about as pale as her robe as she goes hurrying over to take her place among her fellow candidates - hopefully somewhere that she can hide behind someone bigger than herself.

April lines up, most likely belatedly, but she is here. A quick glance around and a deep breath before she gets ready to face what will most likely be the most important day of her life. Unlike most people, she doesn't take any hands, although a few are probably offered to her. No, that would be a sign of weakness and we can't have weakness. Weakness is bad. Lined up, she tilts her head at Lydiere and gets in line, following with a quiet, sort of.. serene air about her. Not nervous, but more like readiness.

The hatching grounds stretch endlessly before Christiana as she pauses upon entering. A quick intake of breath, meant to steady her, brings with it the reminder of the sand's heat. A nervous glance scans the assembled crowd in the galleries and a hand searches blindly for Arinna to clutch tightly to her own hand if she finds it. "Rin, I can't do this," she hisses to Arinna. "Not with all of them watching." Spurned forward, she makes the proper greeting to the clutch parents and their riders.

Lydiere winces at the heat of the sands, moving to step over towards R'yn and Lymera, a bob of her head in respect to Ysmalath and Zippith. "I think that's the lot of them," she relates, turning to watch the eggs thoughtfuly, eyes resting upon each in turn. "Fardles, it's about time."

Arinna steps out onto the sands and pauses as that first wave of heat hits her. "Jeeze, do you think they're trying to cook us?" And with that she bows quickly and takes her place in the semicircle next to Yiasy and Christiana. Her ever-present grin is in place, but the tugging on the side of her ill-fitting robe indicates that the nerves haven't faded. "Well. Here we are...And of course you can do this. You probably don't know half of /them/ anyway."

Yiasy is following in right behind Ezemial and when he ducks his head in a bow hers follows more than ovine like behavior but at least she's bowing to the appropriate folks on the sands. She keeps her hand in Ezemial's and her other has Arinna, even somewhat tugging the other girl on.

Adareri follows Lydiere out of the tunnel, taking deep breaths to try to calm herself as she goes out onto the sands. She gives a deep bow to Ysalmath, Zippith, Lymera and R'yn. Then she carefully moves closer towards the eggs, and plants her legs, remembering not to lock her knees, cause that'll make it worse. "The heat isn't as bad really if your robe is looser." she offers as advice.

Fabulously Fruity Oversized Pineapple Egg wobbles gently, dark sand flickering upon it as it shakes within it's careful home.

G'wain nods his head to the Weyrleaders as he moves with Lydiere, nodding to her comment. "It seems like they've been here for far more sevendays than they actually have been." Blinking at what he thought he saw... is the gold egg rocking /already/? "Shards... Not taking their time, are they? Hopefully this'll be a quick one."

R'yn snorts, running one hand through over-long hair, pushing it away from his forehead as he surveys the candidates. "You got that right." Candidate's bows are met with a nod of his head, an encouraging grin here and there. Zippith fairly vibrates as he hums, settles close to Ysmalath, wings unfurled just a little.

Lymera paces in front of the expectant mother, looking a picture of nervousness; the Lady herself, almost glowing in the heat of the sands, is restless. Her head moves from side to side, enough to make someone sea-sick, a cross between a growl and a hum resonating in her throat; for a moment, her mouth opens wide enough to show off her very white, very sharp teeth. "Stop that..." Lymera glances up, before tucking her hands into her pockets. "Good luck candidates!"

Jessamy just can't seem to focus on the eggs. She notices some of them twitching and moving out of the corner of her eye, but for right now she's satisfied with staring... at... her... feet. "These are very nice sandals," she whispers, mostly to herself, then reaches out to try and grab ahold of Myia if the girl will let her. Oh, she's going to cling for all she's worth.

April bows to both the sire and dam, then sighs a little. She's been waiting for this day and yet when it comes, she's unwilling. THe eggs are glanced at, The gold egg in particular, and a slightly wistful expression crosses her face. Then she moves aside from everyone else, not going to take a hand or comfort of any style. The heat's already getting to her, and she starts to change from foot to foot, glancing at the other candidates as they pair up. Weaklings.

Erubescent Liquid Egg shifts once more, rocking wildly for a moment. It manages to tip itself over, and there it lies, still.

Laelyn moves out on the sands and bows to the dame and sire, before making her way any further, she moves her way to the group grasping the hand of whoever is near her. Trying to ignore the heat as it eminates from the sands but gives into to doing the candidate dance of prancing in place to keep each foot off the sands as much as possible. Her eyes widen a bit as the eggs are already a rockin and a rolling. Definatly not waiting for an invitation.

Adareri blinks and starts to take a step back, then stops herself, after she notices the gold egg already rocking. then she notices Jessamy, and moves closer to her. "Hey, Jessamy, go ahead and hold onto me if you need to." she offers, gasping when she sees the egg tip over, but she doesn't move again.

Arinna lets her eyes scan the eggs as she's pulled on by Yiasy. "We aren't really in a hurry, are we?" Her grin wavers as she gets a glimps of the gold's teeth. "Oh boy. What am I doing here?" Glancing over her shoulder at Iana, she shakes her head slightly and nods towards the exit. If you still want to run, Rin'll be right along side you.

Myia reaches out to take Jess's hand as well "I don't feel so well, it's so hot out here." her eyes move over the eggs "They're moving look that one over there just moved.

Ezemial finds himself in the center of a growing line of hand holding candidates, this is good. Safety in numbers, now concentrate, eggs moving. Be calm. He smiles thinly from Jessamy to Yiasy and squeezes both their hands then grins down the line at his other friends. He looks back to the eggs and takes a deep breath. It will be /fine/ /fine/ /fine/.

Ripples wash across claret's smooth surface, creating sudden disturbance where peace reigned so recently. With an audible crack, a section of shell flies through the air, a foot appearing, covered thickly in liquid. With a sort of shiver, the egg crumbles, shell segments falling away to reveal a small, stocky bronze.

Childlike Companion Bronze Hatchling
Playful strings of burnished copper twine their way around sturdy headknobs and muzzle to cascade playfully over cinnamon neckridges, washing whimsically over a small yet stocky torso; the whimsical play of colouring defies a bullish build. Gilded aureate twines with tawny russet in a haphazard mix, enfolding brawny torso, meeting darker chestnut at his belly and running down robust haunches to colour over-large wheaten feet, marked by talons of gaudy brass. Hints of wheat merge with ginger to trace a path down a solid tail, entwining it in childlike designs. A rich swathe of brandy stains uneven wings, striations of champagne and straw tracing merry paths across near translucent sails.

Jessamy would grab Adareri in a second if both her hands weren't occupied, one by Ezemial and the other by Myia. Instead she just has to give Ada a slightly desperate look, as she starts chewing on her lip. "Yeah, I'm not feeling so well either Myia. I don't suppose the dragons would like it much if I vomited though," she says softly, then tries smiling. Doesn't work, oh no. "We'll be fine," she says again, trying to sound very sure of that as she speaks.

Christiana is already rather annoyed by the heat. All the more reason to get out. "Rin, don't tempt me, please. My parents would never forgive me." But at the same time, she swallows the huge lump in her throat and watches the first hatchling emerge. What a...icky.. looking thing? "This is not what I imagined." Not at all.

Yiasy nods her head back to Arinna then. "Do you think we have a chance of making it?" is asked before she is startled by the sudden hatching of an egg. Hands hold on a bit tighter then to the two on either side of her, mainly to keep her from making a move away or at the very least, backwards.

Fabulously Fruity Oversized Pineapple Egg rolls over onto its side - not waiting for anything as it shivers and writhes, short motions increasing in tempo as time passes. Quick, quicker, quickest.

Invariel scans the sands. A /bronze/? That's a good sign, isn't it? Invariel takes an involuntary step backwards as the hatchling emerges. "It's... ugly?!" He's shocked at this, and closes his mouth soon after, looking around to see if anyone at all heard him... only to see Christiana echoing his sentiments. Feeling some sort of 'bond', he sidles a little closer to her, feet shuffling as they heat up quickly.

Myia eeps "Looks the first one is out and it's its a Bronze too. My he's a handsome one." her eyes watch it then glance at the gold egg then back to the hatchling.

Adareri's head turns sharply on her neck when she hears the cracking of an egg, and her eyes widen as she takes in the look of the newly hatched dragonet. "Oh, a bronze! That's great!" even though she doesn't have a chance of impressing... at least not the bronze.

Childlike Companion Bronze Hatchling tumbles free of the ruins of his egg, clambering to his feet with a shake of wet wings. Said shake is more than enough to overbalance him, and he mews as he tumbles down the small dune he hatched atop. Sorting his limbs out, he manages to set himself upright once more, looking back to dam and sire for a quick moment. And then he's off, soaked in liquid, covered in sand, waving his tail from side to side, wings spread for balance.

Ezemial looks almost startled when he sees the first hatchling then grins, "a /dragon/!" Why yes, someone is certainly brilliant today. He grins and then swallows hard watching the eggs wobbling and the dragonet on the sands. He takes a deeep cleansing breath. Think good thoughts, calm. Everything is fine.

April peers at the gold egg and her eyes widen. "Not yet!" She hisses to herself. The bronze is eyed with mild distaste. Maybe because she can't impress it? Hrm. She can't help but make a little 'aww' sound as people say he's ugly though - Dragons are never ugly. Ever. They're unique. Thats her story and she's stickin' to it.

Arinna forgets all her ideas of running as she hears the first egg crack. Her head snapping around, she squeezes Yiasy and Iana's hand. "Oh, look...you know you're right.?" Oh dear, is that bad luck? Or do they all look like that at first? "Interesting." Unfortunately, Rin can't think of anything better to say.

Jessamy takes a minute to latch onto that bronze. It isn't until the others start speaking about it that she seeks it out... and then, goodness. There it is. "It's not ugly," she says shakily, overhearing what the others were saying, then shakes her head. "He's a baby." She pauses. That's supposed to mean something clearly. "All babies are cute." Ah, that's what it means. Ezemial's rather intelligent comment makes her laugh, a nervous giggle, but laughter nonetheless.

Laelyn looks over to the boys in the group, curious to see who this bronze will choose, they have all been good friends during candidacy. This is definately not an impression she would place bets on. But even as the bronze catches her eyes the movement of the gold egg draws some of her attention.

R'yn seems well pleased, moving a step closer to Lymera as the first hatchling takes his first steps. "Someone'll have fun washing that lot off him." The Weyrleader sounds amused, as well he might. After all, he's not going to have to do the washing.

Adareri edges away from the others a bit, moving to stand slightly off away from the group, realizing that it's slightly cooler being seperate, since there's less body-heat around to add to the heat of the sands. She looks over all the eggs, trying not to let her eyes rest too much on the rocking gold egg. she is trying to see who the bronze is going after, after all.

Yiasy nods her head then back toward Ezemial, offering him back a grin before she tilts her head as she considers the bronze hatchling for a moment, and then looking to Arinna to see her opinion of that hatchling, shaking her head as he ends up completely covered in mucky sand. "Oh dear."

Myia tugs on Jess's hand "Thats a good sing right, when a bronze is first to hatch. Your right he is kinda cute." the little bronze gains the girls attention for a moment more before she looks down the line at the rest of the group.

Invariel takes another breath, and blinks towards the bronze. A thinning of his lips occurs once more as he steps from foot, to foot, to foot, the candidate two-step beginning with gusto. Sweat starts to bead on his forehead as he watches the only dragon on the sands, eyes picking at it to the exclusion of all else.

"They're cute. They're cute. They're babies, they're cute," Jessamy says, almost chanting to herself - and she almost sounds convinced too, that they're 'cute' rather than scaryevilminionsenttoreignsdestructiononPern. "Of course it's a good sign. It's good luck, to have a bronze first." She hesitates, glancing over to Ezemial. "Right?" Oh yeah, she's sure of herself. She keeps on ignoring the eggs for now, there's too much to concentrate on at the moment. So she's not going to concentrate on any of it.

Arinna searches out her favorite egg, one that has yet to move. She turns to Iana with a sigh. "Is it just me or has it gotten hotter in here in the last few seconds?" She rocks back and forth on her heels a little as she glances down the long line of candidates. She hears Jessamy, being just a few people down, and grins. "Yeah, ok. They're cute. And gooey."

Childlike Companion Bronze Hatchling is after something in particular... if only he can work out what. Perhaps he'll know it when he sees it. Right up close. He turns his head this way and that, peering at a group of girls with interest. A step or two closer, and he dismisses them, turning his attention to the search for males. How to find the right one, though, among all these white-robed shapes. With wings half-spread for balance, he moves onward, circumnavigating a small sand-dune to sight another group. Perhaps one here?

Ezemial swallows and smiles at the group around him, "I think he's very cute" He squeezes Yiasy and Jessamy's hands again and looks back towards the eggs and the little bronze then back to Jessamy. He nods, like he has a clue anyway, and agrees with Jessamy, "Absolutely, obviously good luck and he's very cute!"

The twining shades of tarnished gold and citrine that bedeck the Fabulously Fruity Oversized Pineapple Egg shiver against the force of a hidden life-- carousing shades of lemon and amber unfurl as the egg responds to the growing movements of the life within. A shuddering rift is torn as a bejewelled talon breaks free, followed by an ear-splitting cry, and a crack that spreads from one end to the other, pieces shattering upon the dark sand beneath. In the egg's wake, an ostentatiously brilliant hatchling reveals herself to the world, remarking upon herself with an echoing croon.

Crystalline Effulgence Gold Dragonet
Fair brilliance and ostentatious overstatedness dance in merry flamboyance upon the hide of this young queen - so bright as to be not just eye-catching, but downright pretentious in bedazzling light. Streams liquid gold cascade down her wedge-shaped head and sharp neckridges, caught by a pale light to become seeringly white as they fling themselves in graceless abandon to the shimmering, crystalline rainbow of her lithe torso. Patterns of pale pink and orange - like the garish reflections of a crystal caught in the rays of the sun - spread bejewelled fingers to sway about the satin-spun splendour that reaches from flanks to the brilliance of pearlescent flames that burn blindingly beneath her belly's curve. Gauzy wingsails, adorned with an overwhelming, somewhat tasteless array of sparkling jewels, unfold like a heaven full of stars twinkling in vainglorious effulgence.

Adareri watches the progress of the bronze, slowly moving further away from the group, so as not to add her own body to the ponderous group that may be hindering the bronze in finding his lifemate. Therefore, she gasps when she looks back towards the eggs and sees the golden dragonet. "She's so beautiful!" she gasps, stopping stock-still as she gazes at the golden dragonet.

April smiles at the bronze. "Go on." She murmurs to him. "Find your one." Then she blinks as the gold egg bursts open. "Gold? Already?" She turns a few shades paler. "Wait. It's supposed to hatch last!" Can we say panic? She stares at the gold for a few moments, then shakes her head. Don't dream. Don't. It's not right. A glance at Christiana and Adareri and all her other friends, and she moves a little closer to them. Maybe there is safety in numbers after all. Although she won't hold hands, or somesuch. It's weak, after all. Ahhem.

Myia gasps loudly "Oh Look the GOld Hatched. Isn't she beautiful." the golden queen is watched with wide eyes, taking in all the differetn colors that color he brilliant hide "Oh Jess she's wonderful don't you think." the hand in hers is squeezed tightly in reaction to the sight before her.

Lymera snorts, before glancing up at the clutchmummy again; luckily, she seems to have settled down as the first egg is hatched, tail twining around the daddy. A sigh escapes the Weyrwoman's lips as she shrugs her shoulders before almost leaping off her feet. "Well, would you look at that -- she was quick!" Dragon is examined with narrowed eyes before a grudging nod of approval is given. Ysmalath, however, trumpets a rather loud greeting to her offspring, wings spreading out before closing again.

Invariel intakes air sharply as the Gold dragonet hatches right before his eyes. He caught the motion of of the corner of them, and his attention changed dramatically. "Oh... How... bright." He almost winces as he looks at the dragonet, before turning back to the Bronze, which is easier on the eyes. Only just, however. Standing all alone, he continues his almost-silent vigilance.

Christiana really hates this heat thing, so she does a little dance. But she all but flails for Rin's hand. "Rin! Look. I think it's a little queen." She doesn't have the heart to say it looks a bit icky as well.

Yiasy's head jerks as she hears another egg crack and her hands tighten their hold on the two standing closest to her, even as she bites on her lower lip as yet another egg releases a hatchling out onto the sands then. A tighter grip on Arinna's hand even then as she watches the sands attention now divided between the two to see where they will go.

Ezemial looks startled as the gold arrives and grins,"that is beautiful.. see, Jess is right, babies are cute.. all babies are cute.. and these are not just cute but beautiful." Ok, he's babbling now but the excitement is clear in his eyes as he watches both a bronze and a gold dragonet. Having never seen a hatching he's obviously awestruck. He grins and squeezes Yiasy and Jessamy's hands again.

Arinna watches the bronze make his way around until the gold hatches. "Oh...my. That was...fast." Rin shakes her head a little as if to regain her senses. Distracted by Iana, she jumps a bit. "Yeah! I saw. And I think it is too." Her hands are getting squished, but she just squeezes back. "Oh, come on you guys...let up a bit, will you?" She pulls her sweaty hands away briefly, shaking them a bit before reaching for Yiasy and Iana again.

Laelyn looks over the dragons, well in all her turns, got some impatient metalics today. She looks around at the other candies wishing them silent good lucks, they are all in the game now. She looks back to the hatchlings with interest, of course she has seen little ones before , but somehow this is different , being this close while they are first seeing the world.

Crystalline Effulgence Gold Dragonet emerges from her egg with a dreamy hesitance, her head tilted to the side as she releases another of those echoing croons - only this one is rather louder, and rather less melodic. In fact, it's downright a shriek in the highest of sopranos. Oh dear. Wobbling, the somewhat less than beautiful queen - far too showy, too sparkling, and downright something of an eyesore - steps away from her shards, teetering as she attempts to find something of a balance. Locomation is harder than it seems!

"Well, she didn't waste any time, that's for sure," Jessamy says, in a strangely high-pitched voice. No, this isn't at all good, two dragons out at once. "They ought to just go one at a time. Each waiting for the next. Then you don't have to watch as much," she whispers, closing her eyes for a minute as though that would help her calm her nerves. Then she's back to watching. Not the dragons, but her friends and fellow candidates, since she isn't the least bit scared of them. "Yes, cutecutecute," she says in return to Ezemial, just as her eyes catch on Invariel. Poor Inve, all alone. "Hey Inve, come squinch in over here in you want," she offers. More people to cling to.

Showy Sparkling Chandelier Egg begins to shift, colours seeming to dance across the surface as internal structures tense before relaxing. Not yet.

April rolls her eyes at Jessamy. Thats the /point/ of hatchings - all the dragons HAVE to hatch. Or else, have a few rotton, which would be a Very. Bad. Thing. Very bad. As Invariel is invited over, Ril glances at him - He's not going to offer a hand to his.. uhh.. fling? What would they be? Oh, that doesn't matter - There's dragons on the sands, for Faranth's sake. Eyes are focused on the mound of eggs and she chuckles as the light show sparkles from the Showy Sparkling egg. Perrttyyy.

Invariel doesn't really want to take the offer of a place to squish into, but he does anyway. It's safer, and less scary to be in a group. "That she didn't," He replies to Jessamy, keeping his opinions on the... melodrama of the hatchling to himself. He 'squinches', as she eloquently puts it, somewhere closeby.

Myia watches both dragonettes as well as she can gaze bouncing from on to the others "They don't seem very coordinated do they. I guess it will improve though right?" looking down the line she offers a smile of support to all the others "THis is beginning to look like they'll all hatch out before any of them bond you know that Jess."

Childlike Companion Bronze Hatchling is doing his best to be cute, offering a tiny little sneeze, more a squeak, as he tumbles, burying his nose in the dark Istan sands once more. Coming to his feet, he spots his sister - and takes off in the other direction. Perhaps, perhaps.... There's something over there. Something big and tall, something that has him craning his head back to view it thoughtfully. He seems almost philosophical for a moment, deep in thought. Then spoils it with another sneeze. And he begins a far more purposeful tramp across the sands. This way is the way.

Adareri winces at the shriek of the golden dragonet, but she doesn't head closer to her fellow candidates. no, she figures if she moves now she'll just fall down. "I didn't think she'd hatch so soon. Is it normal for a queen to hatch so early?" she calls, her attention briefly on the riders on the sands.

Arinna winces at the shriek and shakes her head a bit. "Ouch. That takes away from her looks a little, no?" She starts chewing on her lower lip again, glancing from Yiasy to Iana. "You guys aren't going anywhere just yet, are you?" Nerves really start to sink in along with the heat and Rin starts picking her feet up one at a time.

Christiana winces, wanting to cover her ears. "Shards that thing is loud." Piercing would likely be a better word. She wants to look elsewhere, but eyes stay on the gold, of course. Only the shifting of her favorite egg draws away her attention. "Rin.. My egg, it's rocking!" She points happily to the Chandelier egg. Pleeeeease?

Crystalline Effulgence Gold Dragonet seems - sort of - to be getting the hang of this whole motion thing. She teeters once more, but then manages to gain something of grace, head turning so that the remaining eggs can be given a thoughtful glance. Ooh, sparkly! Her eyes whirl red, though, hunger causing a distraction, and to this end, she steps forward, gaining speed as she gallops towards the candidates, in desperate search of the one to whom she will mean everything. Her bronze brother's movement in the other direction draws a huff. He's distracting attention from /her/. She bleats again - louder, even less appealing - and rushes forward again. She'll show him.

Yiasy is watching the other candidates as well then, although her grip does lighten up on Arinna's hand then and a mumbled sorry might be heard. Still she keeps a hold of Ezemial's hand then and fights the temptation to cover her ears up after that noise, but she shakes her head back to Arinna. "No I won't. I think."

Ezemial winces as the gold lets out such a shrill call. He has to laugh, "ok.. so noone has to worry aboub not noticing here.. with that voice and that brilliant hide" He grins at the sneeze from the bronze, eyes back and forth as if he were watching a game of some sort. He grins at Jessamy, gives a nod to invariel and then squeezes feminine hands again. This is fine, just fine, noone is nervous here.

Jessamy can relax a little bit more now, surrounded by lovely people she knows. Ezzy to one side, Myia to the other, and Inve squished in there somewhere for her to lean on. She can even find the strength to watch the dragons now. Between the two that are out, she actually chooses to watch the bronze, perhaps put off by that eye-wateringly shrill yell the goldling gave. "It's all gonna be okay," she murmurs, sounding a little more confident that it's true, as she gives a squeeze to the two hands she's holding.

Myia winces along with the rest "My she's loud, pretty but still loud." the hatchlings on the move are watched though it's hard to pick which on to watch more. "I think that bronze will bond you first you know that, I think he will."

Invariel is nervous here, but he's not really showing it now, is he? His eyes speak a slightly different story as they dart from movement to movement, a glance to the galleries for someone, anyone, and then a flicker to the dragons. The bronze, then the gold... then to the candidates. So much motion, so much rush. "Who, me?" He answers, to Myia, being close to her, now.

Arinna isn't really reassured, but she gives Yiasy a slight smile anyway. "Right. Well...yeah." Deciding that remaining quite is best, she keeps doing the sand dance. Rin watches the pair of dragonets, glancing periodically back towards the other eggs. She stares hard at her couple favorites, as if her gaze alone will make them hatch. Yeah. Maybe the heat's getting to her.

Adareri keeps her eyes on both the bronze and the gold dragonets by simply turning her head slightly to watch one and then the other. "She learned how to move pretty fast. Much more graceful than that bronze fellow there..." she comments to the other candidates, though perhaps just to herself as she watches the two dragonets, wondering who will find a life-mate first.

Childlike Companion Bronze Hatchling picks up speed at the sound of the little gold's shriek. Time to find someone to protect him. Terribly oversized feet fly everywhere as he picks his path among the candidates, bearing down on his chosen one at speed. He manages to slow down, albeit not quite in time, and it's with a triumphant bugle that almost equals his sister's noise that he arrives in front of is lifemate. One huge, bronzen foot stomps down on one human, sandalled one, and as the small bronze collides with a pair of knees, he claims him. Ezemial.

Merav almost wets his pants as he gapes at the hatchlings, only to sigh as the bronze claims a lifemate.

Jessamy tilts her head towards Ezemial for a minute, glancing to the gold of the high voice and shiny hide. "Just think, if all our predictions come true, you could Impress -her-, Ezzy," she whispers, falling back on their running joke for comfort. Of course, right after she says this, the bronze... oh, he's coming in their direction, and then he's there. Right -there-. Jess, on instinct, snatches her hand away from Ezemial's, eyes getting wider than ever.

April looks at each candidate - You can just see the wheels whirling in her head. Already she has a list of who will get what, and who will get nothing. Amusement flickers over her features as she glances at the gold, then at the bronze. She wants the bronze to impress - That would mean that the gold would have one less to choose from. Not that golds could choose-Wait. Ezemial? Bronze? Her hands clasp together behind her back to keep from going over and hugging him. Was he the one who said he wouldn't IMpress? Psh. See. She was right. AHhem.

Myia claps as she drops Jess's hand "Look he picked Ezzy. Wow thats so great. COngratulations Ezemial." her eyes are now focused on the new bronze pair "I knew he would impress, I knew it." is whispered now.

Rainbows shift, prisms shatter one by one as crystal surrenders to the pressure. Sparkles fade, winking out as the shell upon which they rest crumbles and sifts downwards towards the sands. Slowly, tentatively, a pale headknob appears through the hole, then vanishes before an azure talon appears on the side. For a moment, all is still. Frozen. And then the loneliness all becomes too much to bear and the Showy Sparkling Chandelier Egg shatters into a million infinitesimally small fragments.

Courageous Fiery Blue Dragonet
Fantastic flames of white-blue heat ripple in an endless inferno over a slight, lanky form, his frame possessed of a rawly unfinished edge. Narrow shoulders slope to a smoothly curved back, his belly taut and slender while his tail is a whip of fire, 'ridges dusted with tiny stars that are echoed on his thin neck. His head is keenly chiseled, refined to the point of delicacy but imbued with a touch of gentle courage in the set of his eyes and the angle of his headknobs. Softly flowing wings are a wide mantle, sleek wingspars marked with pattern like concentric dapples while 'sails glow subtly as sheer sweeps of translucent sky. The only touch of deeper shades is a lingering hint of twilight's azure on tapering and sharp talons, the final touch on square paws and too-long limbs.

Ezemial wasn't looking in that direction when the bronze came close and was almost knocked over by the impact to his knees. He doesn't breath for a moment looking down at the little bronze in shock. His hands slip from Jessamy and Yiasy's hands and they go to the wedge shaped head in front of him. Stroking the dragon's head softly. Then the smile comes back, bigger than ever as he let's the sensations wash over him. He finally fins his voice and laughs, "Of course we can get some food, Petryth.. all the food you want.. of course!"

Yiasy only holds on now to Arinna's hand, her other dropping to her side in her haste to step back and give more room if she can, even though she keeps a watch then on her former hand holder. She tries to smile then a bit, between nerves as she hears the sound of another egg cracking out.

Invariel's hand instantly seeks Jessamy's as she lets go of Ezemial, but he's not really conscious of it. Blinking, he watches the Bronze bear down on the candidates... to sop with Ezemial. His voice hoarse - the dragon sure scared the bejeezes out of him - he shivers, despite the heat. "Congratulations..." It's offered slowly, as he continues to scan the eggs. "Petryth..." Is that disappointment there?

Arinna hears the bronze and jerks forward a little so that she can see him better. "Eze! Whooo-hoo!" She cheers, having forgotten her decision to keep quiet for a little while. Jumping up and down as much as she can while anchored to two other people, Rin tries to get a better look at what's happening down there. "Way to go! Look you guys, Eze got 'em." She squeezes Yiasy and Iana's hands briefly. "I knew he would, of course. Petryth. That's good." She's just reassuring herself again as she continues chewing on her lip. "Ok, one down...There's a blue!"

Laelyn eyes are averted from the gold as she notices the bronze going in for the...impression. She cant help but smile as the it heads for the youngest amoungst them. As he calls out the dragons name she calls out to them "Congratulation Eze and Petryth!"

Adareri looks over towards the bronze dragonet just in time to see him stumble into Ezemial, and she grins broadly. "Oh Ezemial, Congratulations!" she calls, eyes bright with excitement now instead of nerves as she turns her attention back towards the gold... and is arrested by the sight of another newly hatched dragonet. "OH, a blue! how lovely!" but really, her eyes just... head straight back to the gold.

Crystalline Effulgence Gold Dragonet narrows in upon a group of girls, and lunges towards them. Perhaps she's not the most dignified of dragons - yet - but she's not exactly easy to miss. Voice ever loud in excitement, she kicks up the sand as she moves, scattering her brilliant hide with dark granules. Hunger drives her, and that loneliness that cannot be assuaged by anything but The One, wherever that One might be. The One must be found!

Christiana gasps as she watches the Chandelier Egg hatch, then frowns. "No! You're supposed to be green!" She could even whine at this point. But she's all smiles for Ezemial. "Well done, Ez, well done!" And she simply continues to watch, eyes shifting from the blue to the gold, each demading a bit of attention. "Rin, I'm scared." Her stomachs doing that flip-flop thing.

Jessamy looks like she's about to start tearing up any minute at Ezemial speaks the dragon's name. So it's true. They're here to impress, it's not some elaborate trick to set up a buffet for the hatchlings. "Congratulations dear dear Ezzy," she says breathlessly, her hand now grabbing Invariel's automatically, just to have something to squeeze and hold on to. "Pe... Petryth?" she repeats, and just shakes her head. All of a sudden it actually seems real.

An assistant weyrlingmaster moves forward immediately, face creased with the smiles that accompany every new pairing. "Now lad, bring him off to the side here, away from all the fuss. Petryth, you say? Fine little thing he is." Big feet, though. "Come over here, now."

Myia turns her head away from the new pair to look at the new blue "Look at him isn't he nice looking, look at those colors on him too." her gaze quickly scans around for the gold then looks back to the blue.

Ez'ial takes a few moments before he comes to his senses. He ohs and nods to the weyrlingmaster. He grins at Petryth, "yeah.. foods over here.. come on" He shepards the clumsy little hatchling over towards teh weyrlingmaster. The bronze of course is all to eager to follow with the mention of food.

Yiasy blinks and then smiles as she gets a better look at the blue hatchling, even now using her free hand to point him out to someone standing near her. "Look." is all that is said before she gives Ezemial another grin and her own whispered congratulations now that he's impressed.

Invariel squeezes Jessamy's hand in something of a vicelike grip, but it's not really painful. Just tight. He looks awestruck... or would dumbstruck be a better term? Shuffling as he tries to avoid feeling the pain through the soles of his sandals, his robe begins to show signs of sweat, patches of wetness appearing as he cooks.

Arinna nods and moves closer to Iana, but keeps her other hand in Yiasy's. "Yeah, me too. I'm glad I'm not the only one. This is getting to be a bit much." Gooey dragons, heat, shrieking. More than she bargained for anyway. Rin glances at the blue and shakes her head a little. "No, Iana. He's blue not green." A sympathetic smile is flashed before she looks towards her own favorite. "I think I've got a thing for the slow ones. None of mine have really moved much yet..."

R'yn is grinning broadly, one arm going around Lymera's shoulders in celebration, pulling the Weyrwoman against him in a manner that would usually result in threats to life and limb. But this is a hatching, and impression has been made. "We've done well this time, I think. Very well, Ly."

Courageous Fiery Blue Dragonet glances down at the shattered rainbow, a small little squeak escaping from his muzzle. For a moment, he examines the remains before glancing up, wings wobbling as he slowly looks around before, awkwardly, he begins to make his way over the Istan sands, leaving a trail of egg goo in his wake.

April smiles. "Good job, Eze." She murmurs, to herself, but anyone really close could hear it, or at least make out parts of it. A glance is glanced around, like glances are normally used, and she kinda frowns. Only three eggs have hatched - For some reason that doesn't bode well with her. But then, she's never been to a hatching - who knows how fast they hatch? First impression, a bronze. Isn't that good luck or something? The blue is glanced at, but not dismissed, although it may seem like it. He's pretty, but.. she just.. doesn't like blues.

"He's very nice looking," Jessamy agrees with Myia, in a voice that's a little bit choked up. It's a good thing Inve's hand is there, otherwise Jess may well be collapsed in a puddle on the sands, after losing her initial support system. She takes a deep breath, finally actually examining the new creature on the sands. "He is handsome. Very handsome. Nice and blue," is what she murmurs, albeit distantly. She's distracted. She better just stick to squeezing people's hands, and breathing, that's about all she can handle right now.

Laelyn eyes move between the gold and the blue. Not that she is partial or anything with her father being a blue rider, and a magnificant blue it is. She smiles a bit as it takes inventory of its shattered shell, and nods at Jess and Myia "Yes he is a rather handsome fellow"

Veined Lactescence Egg shudders delicately, sliding a little in the black, sandy confines. It almost seems to be melting, such is the heat around it, but for the moment, it doesn't seem to care.

Myia nods "Look I think the gold might be getting ready to make her move, she's moving pretty fast now." the gold is watched with smiling eyes "She's very pretty, then again so are her siblings." the girls smiling gazy then turns back to the blue watching him intently.

Crystalline Effulgence Gold Dragonet stamps her foot, impatiently, as if about to break into a raging tantrum - because the one she wants isn't where she wants her to be! But-- what's that? She turns, and tha angry sound turns into a soft croon, nearly melodious, delight ranging through her every motion as she races towards the one who has caught her eye, and will hold it forever. Oooh, it's /Jessamy/!

Yiasy curls her fingers up, from her free hand now as she watches the two hatchlings, keeping carefull note of where they move on the sands. She swings one hand then, nerves finally getting the better of her to get her moving at least something while she stands out there before she turns to watch the candidates again.

Adareri keeps her eyes on the gold dragonet, noting the speed at which she's moving. she must be really hungry or something. however, noticing more movement from the corner of her eye, she turns and smiles to see the blue on the sands. "He is a pretty blue..." then she looks back towards the gold just in time to see her get so close to Jessamy... and she grins, calling out congratulations again.

Myia drops Jess's hands and moves back a few steps grinning "Congrat.s Jess I knew you'd get her." all she can do is watch her friend and wait.

Veined Lactescence Egg can't help but react to the world around it, and as there's a cheer from the crowd, it wiggles some more, the surface seeming to ripple with the effort that the dragonet within exerts. But not yet...

Jessamy's breath catches again, and she find herself with her mouth hanging open in utter shock as she stares at the little creature in front of her. A moment passes, though it may well be an hour for all Jess cares, and finally she disentangles her hand from Invariel to reach out a hand to stroke over that lovely golden head. "Of course, Vaerlanth," she gasps out at long last, her wonder clear in her voice as she uses her other hand to wipe at the few tears that escaped her eyes. "Of course I will."

Invariel watches the Gold carefully, his eyes not breaking from it. The blue is afforded little curiosity, what he feels within himself echoes Myia. Ready to make a move... There's a blink as yet another dragon heads towards him. This one /can't/ impress to him, can it? He's just the regular dragon magnet. But... what ho? It's Jessamy?! Voice still hoarse, as if he's never used it before, he drops her hand. "Oh, congratulations, Jessamy!" He means it, too, if you couldn't tell.

Ez'ial looks up in time to see the gold move towards Jessamy, at the girl's confirmation and naming of the little queen his grin widens even more, "Congratulations Jess!! She's gorgeous!" He looks back to Petryth when a bunt is the response for his attention being torn from his new lifemate. He could never have known and now everything is so.. different.

Arinna glances from Iana to Yiasy to the blue. "Hey, what do you guys think of the blue?" She moves her feet a bit more as the heat sinks back in. "Oh boy." She watches watches the gold race around and gapes, pulling her hands away from Yiasy and Iana. Clapping, she jumps up a bit more, managing to keep the yelling to a decent level. "Yeah! Way to go Jess!" Grinning, she shakes her head a little and wipes her sweaty hands off on her robe. "Did you guys see that? Jessamy and Vaerlanth!"

April glances around and if one was looking one could see her face fall. Only if you're looking for it, of course. She woudln't let that much emotion show. "Good job, Jessamy!" She calls out, but her voice chokes a little on the name. Then she glances away, at the eggs.

Laelyn looks over at Jessamy and smiles as if a wish had been granted, looking rather happy that her new found friend, has found a companion worthy of her. She gives Jess a pat on the back , "Congrats Jess amd Vaerlanth" tears are in her eyes now, definatly sappy happy ones.

Christiana glances around, almost tearful at each impression. "Oh, wow." That's all she can manage. The heat nipping at her thoughts, she shifts uncomfortably. "Vaerlanth. Yes, I do believe I like that name. Poetic, in it's own right." She's about to get lost in her own thoughts if she's not careful.

Once more the weyrlingmaster's staff step forward, voices raised to be heard above the din of the hatching grounds. "Come now, bring her off to the side. Away from all that fuss. Jessamy, over here now." Messages are repeated as new pairs are instructed - more often than not several repetitions are required before the request registers.

Yiasy nods her head once more, although her congratulations are called out to the newest impressing pair and she then tilts her head to whisper something softly to Arinna. Still, it's a quick something that is said before she's back to watching the eggs then, and the hatchlings moving among them.

Laelyn looks back to the blue and smiles a bit as it wiggles for the cheering crowd, is this one gonna be a showman, she closes the slowly empty circle clasping the hand of the person near her , giving it a squeeze.

Shivering beneath the frenzied efforts of the hatchling within, the Veined Lactescence Egg rolls over onto its side, a few hairline cracks matching the veining upon the pale orb. As it rolls more steadily, back and furth as if being churned into butter, cracks grow larger, spreading across the egg's entire surface before they take over entirely - shattering the shell. In its wake, covered in the tiny shards of what was once her home, lies a dark green hatchling.

Arboreal Summer Green Dragonet
A warmly gilt sun turns brilliant the deep greens of this sleek dragon's hide, like a crisp summer fruit beaded with condensation. Stipples of pale sage mull down the smooth length of her neckridges, dappling the caliginous emerald that bathes her lithe torso in softly mottled colours reminiscent of a watermelon's smooth rind. Meanwhile, beneath the cool shelter of her rounded belly, streams of light bedeck the deep hues to turn flecks of silver to a radiant finish, like beads of moisture creeping down the base of her neck. Saturated in viridian is her tail, the virescent hues gleaming against ripples of a darker shade, as if a sweet juice dried to a stain upon the slender tip, echoed within her talons of soft ivory. Wingsails flair, as pale as summer grapes, turning darker towards the tips of her trailing edges, where earthy ripples rest like discarded seeds, touched in the watermelon red that dusts the firm lines of radiant pinions.

Jessamy nods absently, only half-hearing the command given to her - but she responds anyway, slowly making her way across the sand with Vaerlanth at her side to join Ez'ial and his bronze. At least she's with friends. The expression on her face says she's not really thinking yet, still too shocked, but she's able to give Ezzy a smile. Now, to figure out what to do with this dragonlet.

Courageous Firey Blue Dragonet's head shifts, suddenly glancing with swirling eyes towards Jessamy -- an uncertain noise wobbles in his throat before dying, and his head ducks, looking intently at the hot sands as he starts moving quicker. Not looking where he's going, he's almost directionless, and likely to run into a white-robed, fine featured candidate if he's not careful.

Adareri moves closer to the group of candidates again, watching the blue, then grinning when she sees the green hatch out of her shell. "oooh, look at that green! she's gorgeous!"

Myia reaches out for the nearest hand as she turns to watch the dragonetts on the sands "Look a green has hatched, she's so dark." this one captures the girls gaze more then they others. "She's elegant, my so pretty."

Marine Fossil Egg shifts, looking almost as though it might creak, as the shell moves here and there. Almost as if someone's trying to break their way out. Could it be soon?

Invariel looks over towards the green that comes out of her shell, but doesn't play her very much mind. He's not like that, and so he won't impress. At least, he thinks that. Looking towards the blue, he bites his lip, and almost draws blood. There's a glance to G'wain and Lydiere over there on the sidelines, and he almost starts to make his way over, his feet shuffling just a little... but in the end, he stops himself.

Lydiere's gaze follows Jessamy, somewhat hesitantly satisfied - as though she's pleased, even if she says nothing. The eggs are given wary glances, as she watches for motion, the newest green considered with a firm nod of her head. "Pretty," she says, to G'wain, nudging him with her elbow, grinning as they exchange further, muted commentary.

Laelyn watches the blue move around, sending him hopeful thoughts that he doesnt fall down since he isnt watching where he is going, but knowing enough to stay in line even if he does. Her eyes move toward other eggs as they hatch spilling their contents, the Dark green hatchling catching her eyes before moving back to the blue.

Arinna moves her gaze back to the sands. "Ok, two down." She can't help but count. "Oh, a green! Look!" She tries to keep one eye on the newly hatched green, and another on the wandering blue, but it doesn't quite work and so she gives the green her attention. "There's the green, Iana. What do you guys think of /her/?" She grins and reaches out for her friends' hands again. "Now that's a pretty one."

Finally! Green! Split somewhere between elation and uncertainty, Christiana watches intently. "Rin, they're not pretty. They're sticky and gross. But I guess they'll *grow* to be elegant. Isn't that how it works?" Iana is rather fond of the colouring, however.

Arboreal Summer Green Dragonet views the world with wide, whirling eyes, her dappled form shaking as it tries to remove the egg goo from its back. Elegant? Maybe just sitting there, but the moment that she moves, she topples to the ground, tripping over some of the eggshell that she just emerged from. Bleating in a soft alto, she pauses once more. Perhaps not moving would be a good idea? Hunger drives her onwards, as she stumbles towards candidates.

Courageous Fiery Blue Dragonet suddenly halts, mere milimetres away from bowling over Laelyn, wobbling awkwardly in his attempt to stop. Suddenly, a chiseled nose pokes the hand that she has clasped with another. Imprudently, the nose nudges again. Ahem. Ahem. Head lifts, gaze fixing demandingly -- hopefully -- on Laelyn's face.

Yiasy is bobbing her head as she continues to nod along, gaze flitting from one hatchling to another as she watches the two out on the sands now before her hand tries to swing Arinna's arm once more, more fidgety as time goes on and then a quick glance toward on candidate and then back to the blue.

Like the sound of breaking glass, shards shiver and break away. The sea has withdrawn, and life can not exist without water but it seems that there is life here. Hidden within death is life and where once an egg lay, now stands the Desert Poet Brown Hatchling.

Desert Poet Brown Dragon
Dry peaks ripple down fine neck, dusted red by a dry desert wind. Spilt honey oozes over to mask blunt muzzle and continues down to smooth and caress over sleek chest and elegant forepaws. Honey deepens and darkens to a molasses dipped tail and fineboned haunches reflect the sculptured form of this dragon, accentuating each curve with golden-brown richness. His undercarriage is dusted with red, almost as if has been slinking along the ground. Copper wings drape over fineboned body, shined and buffed to perfection. His body reflects that around him, mirroring and hiding.

Myia looks down the line as she sees the blue has chosen "Look the blue he's gone to...to Laelyn I think." craning her head even more she looks with a grin on her face "COngrat.s Laelyn." shifting around with he feet growing hotter by the moment she looks back to see where the green has moved to.

Invariel watches the Marine Fossil egg with some interest as shifts. His lips pursed, still, they must be cramping by now. Balancing precariously, he tries to rub at his sore foot, and billow his robe, but almost fal