September 1, 2004
R'hyn meets Scay in the galleries.

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Scay comes up the stairs and out the tunnel from the living cavern.

Scay, having finished her chores for the day, has apparently decided to come visit the eggs. She sits in the front of the galleries, staring glumly out at the clutch, eyes unfocused, chin in palms and elbows on knees. She seems to be mumbling to herself, or perhaps to an invisible friend, for the only other people in the stands are some distance away.

Waverly steps out of the tunnel and into the gallery. Her hair is wet but braided again, having gone to the baths after her chores. With the Hatching so near it's not odd at all to find candidates coming to look at the eggs wistfully and that appears to be exactly what Wave is here for. She picks her way down past the rows of benches, heading towards the front.

Seated light a posing statue, more than halfway to the front, C'lan greets Waverly without moving more than his lips, "Hey, Wave." The heel of one booted boot rests on the edge of the bench, hands folded over his bent knee, chin atop them.

R'hyn, too, is on his way in - as is Arisvath, who joins Siramyth down on the sands with a companionable huff. The rider trots down the stairs, leaning up against the railing to get another good look, expression pensive.

Scay falls silent after a moment, as the sound of footsteps behind her alerts her to someone's approach. She quickly shoots a look over one shoulder, sighing as she sees it is Waverly. "Oh, hey," she greets the other girl listlessly. "Coming to join me?" She falls silent, though, as she finally sees C'lan and recognizes him. Gaze returning to the eggs, she spots Arisvath, then R'hyn, and offers a hesitant sort of smile to the man.

Waverly draws up short at the greeting, stopping in the aisle and turning her head back, having very nearly passed the brown rider. She blinks and then smiles though she addresses the candidate first. "Hey, Scay. Sure.. Just a minute." Her gaze shifts to the man who greeted her, faint worry showing in her face. "Hey, C'lan. You uh.. Hey," she finishes lamely, appearing vaguely uncomfortable.

Evening twilight disperses and the true darkness of a spring evening settles in fully. There's an uncommon feel of humidity in the air - clammy and chilly, leaving wisps of fog lingering here and there. The spring air is cool, still brisk but no longer icy. (50F, 10C)

C'lan's dark stare follows down to Scay as she greets Waverly. If the reception he receives from that quarter bothers him, it certainly isn't showing, he's still barely moved. Eyes swivel back to Waverly, "Think your friend's waiting for you," he tells her in a husky whisper.

R'hyn turns his head in time to note Scay's smile, allowing an equally hesitant one to respond to it - and a slow bob of his head. Having, apparently, ascertained that the eggs are still as they were a day or two ago, he backs up to an empty seat, drawing his knees up towards his chest and keeping them there with the firm grasp of his arms.

"Oh, yeah. Okay," Scay agrees meekly with Waverly, nodding. She quickly looks away as she notes C'lan's glance in her direction, gaze falling anew on the eggs. Her eyes cut sideways, from eggs to R'hyn and back again, before she shifts her position and notes, very quietly, "Shouldn't be too much longer now."

Waverly mmhmms as she eyes the brownrider, studying him a moment before joining him. Settling down beside him, her hands smooth over her skirts. "So how long *have* you been waiting for me?" she asks, deliberately misunderstanding. "I didn't see you at dinner. Or at lunch either. But I saw Timlath winging over the lake this afternoon so I know he's alright.. You going to be?"

C'lan's shoulders rise and fall in a despondent shrug. "Had things to do, Wave," he replies in a mumble, ignoring her original question. "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? Just waiting for some egg's to hatch," which brings a wince as he realises what he said and he falls silent once more.

"A sevenday. No - less," amends R'hyn, head tilted to the side as he considers the eggs, not managing to glance back at Scay. "I hope you've got your robe all ready to go. Could, really, be any time, now." His expression is distinctly pleased, verging, perhaps, upon impatient; certainly, his eyes seem to be boring into the eggs particularly sharply.

"Just finished it last night," Scay notes, tacking on a 'sir' as an afterthought. "Not real happy with it, though," is her next admission, as she shrugs helplessly toward R'hyn. "Sewing's just not my best skill, so it turned out more like a sack than anything else."

Waverly simply nods, hands clasping in her lap. "I'm sure you are," she murmurs, not exactly sounding as though she believes it. She leans forward, trying to look past him and then leans back to do the same.

R'hyn, finally turning his head, gives Scay a quiet grin. "Mine was hopeless - really bad. But you only wear it for a few hours, and... it's not like it has to be a fashion statement. People'll look more at the hatchlings than you." Indicating the eggs with his head, he wonders, "Got a favourite?"

C'lan stares vacantly toward the clutch, his pose still unchanged, as it has been for the last half hour. "Nervous, Wave? Everyone keeps saying those things are ready to pop anytime now."

"That's what they all say," Scay mutters darkly, shaking her head once before raising her voice to its normal level. "I still think it looks bad, though. Hopefully, though, it won't, like, fall off or anything. That would be /awful/." She's blushing at the mere thought, or perhaps at stating that in front of R'hyn; at any rate, the Weyrleader's latter question is a welcome one. "Oh, I don't know, really. I like them all, pretty much. But that one's nice." She points helpfully at the Stealth in the Night Egg.

Waverly purses her lips. "Why aren't you drinking? Or have you got it tucked where I can't see it?" she asks, turning the tables and ignoring his question right back at him. Fingers entwine as her hands rest on her lap, a fair brow arched as she looks to the rider.

R'hyn laughs shyly, turning back to the eggs. "I've never seen it happen, you know," he comments. "I'm sure you'll be fine." Following her gaze, he ahs, quietly. "That one. Nice."

C'lan blinks, taken aback by the question and probably the first reaction she's managed to get out of him. "Drinking? I'm not, why would I be doing that. Told you I was fine, Wave."

Still pessimistic, Scay shrugs toward R'hyn, her blush slowly dissipating. "Doesn't mean it couldn't, though. And with my luck, it'd happen to me," she confesses. She then smiles faintly at his approval of her selection, hesitating a moment. Then: "Um, sir? Were you... I mean... Nevermind." She breaks off, shaking her head and fighting back a fresh flush.

Waverly nods slowly, her expression still sober. "uh huh. So you said. But.. we've been sitting here for a bit and you've yet to try to make me blush," she tells him, completely serious. "And even if I didn't have that as an indicator... Though I usually don't listen to rumor, I do hear them, dear."

"Well... I guess you're doomed, then?" R'hyn turns back, giving Scay an encouraging glance, though there's sympathy in his expression. "Er, what? No, no-- ask away. I mean... if you want."

C'lan hrmphs at that, "It's better to just ignore them, I find. Saves a lot of trouble." His brown eyes switch to the side, peering edgewise at Waverly. "You've been glowing since W'rik's been chasing your tail anyway, you don't need me to be making you blush."

Scay is supremely unreassured by R'hyn's words, her expression clouding. She bites her lip and quickly declines to elaborate on her earlier point. Her curiousity, however, reemerges shortly. "Um, well. I was just wondering... Were you... nervous? Before your hatching?" she queries uncertainly.

Waverly flushes crimson at the tease, her gaze shifting with great interest towards the Sands. She chooses to ignore the comment regarding W'rik and focus on the rest. "I would ignore it except that it isn't just rumor and your behavior is only reinforcing that, you know." There is a moment's pause. "Is she happy?"

R'hyn turns scarlet, laughing nervously. "I, er... threw up all over the barracks. Just before the hatching." Well.

C'lan's lackluster gaze hardens further at the question. "I really don't want to talk about it, Waverly and anyway, I don't know." He sighs softly and raises his chin, dropping his foot off the bench, hands falling to his knees.

Amazingly enough, this tidbit of information calms Scay down quite a bit. She even manages a crooked smile over at R'hyn. "Really? That's /awful/. I mean, I'm sorry," she says, trying to look apologetic. "But I don't imagine I'll have /that/ problem. I hope."

Waverly leans over and nudges his arm with her shoulder, giving him a small smile. 'It's alright. We don't have to. Just wanted to make sure you were ok." A hand lifts, pushing back a lock of hair and tucking it behind her ear. "I think the pale one is still my favorite."

"It wasn't particularly pleasant," agrees R'hyn, who, while still looking embarrassed, at least seems relatively calm about it. "You'll be fine," he repeats, nodding his head for emphasis. "Most people are. Just butterflies in the stomach, but that's okay. Find a friend to hold hands with, perhaps."

C'lan nods shortly and repeats, "Yeah, just fine." The brownrider picks out the pale egg indicated by Waverly. "Very nice," he murmurs and with hands on knees, he pushes to his feet. "I should go see to Timlath and I think miss Scay is still waiting for you," Well, not really by the look of it, but it sounded good. "Good night, Waverly."

Scay nods to R'hyn, her smile wry. "Yeah, I don't think it would be," she notes. "But... Well. Yeah, I can do that." She nods more firmly, filing that tip away for future reference. Then, as C'lan finally leaves, she glances up to Waverly, offering the other candidate an uncertain little smile. "Come sit with me?" she queries.

R'hyn, smiling quietly, nods his head. "Good. Just-- good luck, I guess. It'll all be over soon." He slowly draws his knees away from his chest, rising to his feet. "I should get back to work. Nice talking to you again, Scay."

Scay nods solemnly to R'hyn. "Thanks," she says earnestly. "Good-bye, sir." As he leaves, she glances again to Waverly, then at the eggs again, her attention honing in on the eggs once more.

R'hyn bobs his head quickly at Scay, and scoots out.

You head down the steps to the anteroom.

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