September 6, 2004
Siramyth and Arisvath's eggs finally hatch. Previous Next
Arisvath> Arisvath, his nose kept close to the egg in front of him, huffs quietly. The egg wobbles - just once. He doesn't breath for a moment, then turns to consider Siramyth, eyes whirling. The egg wobbles again.
Arisvath> Siramyth tilts her head, fixing one oversized eye suspiciously on Arisvath. She didn't do it. He'd better not be breaking it.
Across the weyr, a low hum begins, gradually gaining momentum as the dragons, one after another, join in. The whole weyr seems to rumble - and the message is clearly enough: Hatching time!
Arisvath> Arisvath lets out a mighty hum - and that makes another egg wobble. Or was it wobbling on its own? Hard to tell. Another wobble. The humming increases in volume.
You step onto the Sands, heat immediately evident on the bottoms of your feet.
Kiora seems thoroughly bewildered by the activity, despite the fact that she's been settled on her stool for who knows how long. She starts visibly and nearly falls over, squealing with delight. "Oh! Siramyth! Eggs!" Sensory overload.
Siramyth hums too, attempting to arrange herself in a position that's both dignified and suitable for lashing out at anyone who tries to interfere. Unfortunately, she's more suited to curling up in a slightly smaller lump, but her excitement is obvious.
T'an comes out of a tunnel.
"I hear you, I hear you," grumbles R'hyn at a low mumble, as he hurries onto the sands, attempting to straighten his shirt. "Yes, Arisvath. I hear you, already." Already red faced, he strides towards Kiora, greeting her with a smile. "I /knew/ it'd be soon." Arisvath, though he peers at the galleries with mistrust - he's not been so pleased with onlookers, of late - does gives Siramyth a warm rumble, in between hums, as he settles to watch.
Kiora straightens herself out, flattening out her sundress and running her fingers through her hair. "I don't have time to change," she says miserably, shifting from foot to foot. "I wanted to wear my blue dress. But!" She beams all of a sudden, clapping her hands together. "This is so wonderful!" Siramyth extends her neck to Arisvath, but she seems to distracted for any other affectionate gestures.
R'hyn smoothes down his own shirt again, admitting, "I just tossed this one on, instead of my other. I wanted to--" he shrugs, adding, quickly, "You like nice, all the same." He settles himself, standing just behind Kiora and her stool, eyes slipping between the two dragons and the eggs rapidly, while Arisvath nuzzles Siramyth sedately, his gaze always upon those precious eggs. "Where're the candidates? They should be there. Look - there goes another egg, wobbling."
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Avery comes out behind Asoelian at his usual ambling pace. He looks left and right up into the Galleries, waving back and forth like a hero.
Kiora blushes, of course. "Thanks. You look nice, too. I guess it's not too much of a problem, though. Folks won't be paying much attention to us." For varying reasons. "Which one was it, though? I didn't see! Well, I saw one --" And then the candidates begin to appear, and Kiora turns her attention to looking somewhat dignified, her preening a mimicry of her pleased lifemate's.
R'hyn, grinning, digs his hands into his pockets, nodding quickly. "That's right. We're all here to-- oh, look, the candidates. Oh, good." Another egg wobbles, R'hyn beaming brilliantly, as if he did it himself.
Asoelian shuffles out from the Candidate's barracks. As instructed, the girl moves towards the clutch. Hesitance only minorly prevailant upon her features, though for her credit she does remember to bow to the dam and sire of the clutch, as well as moving where indicated to stand in the half circle that would soon form about the clutch. Begrudgingly, she does place herself closer towards the gold egg; her hands hooked behind her back and her expression set and firm.
Emani makes her way out of the tunnel, looking rather pleased with the whole situation. Avery's waving warrants a smirk before she bows to the gold and bronze pair. A resassuring smile is offered to Kiora and R'hyn before she's distracted by more candidates, wobbling eggs. Huh, look at that.
Iker saunters out onto the sands, his head turning to take in the eggs before his grin sweeps up to the galleries. To those close enough, the nervous shifting of hazel eyes destroys the appearance of calm as he absorbs the roiling, colorful masses above. Passing before Siramyth and Arisvath, the young man tips into a shallow bow. His head dips cordially to Kiora, and then his smile warms more genuinely for R'hyn. Straightening his ill fitted robe, Iker strides over to join the growing circle of hopeful males.
A group of Candidates gathered around Imaginative Possibilities Egg give an almost unanimous jump backwards as the egg begins shattering. The green's maw paws through the shell before a dainty-sized head follows through, and then a too long neck and finally a rail-like body. The green gives a raucous call before making a b-line for the one Candidate who hadn't stepped back. The boy barely has time to give a startled squeak before he's calling out, "I never doubted it, Peyaveth!"
Avery splits off from following Asoelian, giving Emani behind him a short salute of two fingers touched to his temple. Then he lines up next to Iker, thrusting his thumbs through his belt.
Orilee shakes her head as she watches the candidates come from the tunnel-- and the fact that one or two of them are actually showing off. "It's a ring around the eggs," she instructs, pointing, "Not a semicircle, and the girls need to get by the yellow one..."
Jondeval blinks as he hurries onto the Hatching Sands, his steps lagging as he stares at the rocing eggs and their parents. Looking desprately behind him for the reassuring sight of Waverly Jon suddenly remembers to bow but it's stilted and distracted as the first egg shatters and Impression is made.
Kaiel stumbles out of the tunnel, pausing to adjust his eyes to the different lighting before moving with a group further out on the sands. Upon seeing the dam and sire, he bows stiffly, rising quickly from it and moving off to one side, gaze directed toward the eggs.
Kiora keeps up a poor count of the candidates, dipping into a polite curtsey each time she thinks they're all out. The sudden Impression nearly causes her to tip over, and she gleefully squeals, "It's started!"
Emani follows Asoelian at Orilee's instruction, still eyeing the rocking eggs. Her eyes widen as they start cracking open, and she hurries over to a spot by the gold egg, missing Avery's salute entirely.
T'an takes up position a few yards from Orilee, where he can see and direct the candidates as they arrive. "That's it, over there. You don't need to bunch up like that, spread out!" He quickly moves over towards the green and her new rider.
Qwentin finds the drive to head forward on the sands, despite sudden misgivings- first to Siramyth and Arisvath is directed a bow; glancing at the girls' seperate circle a moment before following those of his own gender to ring the rest. Blinking first at the sudden appearance of the green as he falls into place by a few boys just as nervous, he can't help but look worried.
Scay looks terribly young and frightened as she follows the candidate directly in front of her onto the sands. Her actions mimic his, if less expertly: a bow to the two dragons, an inclination of her head to the two riders. She then breaks off from the line, heading over toward the golden egg with a dubious, wary expression.
R'hyn nearly hits Kiora in the head with his sudden gesture, his arm reaching out to point. "I saw! A green. Really nice." Beaming, still, he continues to greet each candidate with a bob of his head, smiling broadly.
Jorli heads out of the tunnel fiddling with a lock of hair that's escaped the half-hearted braid her hair is in. One on the sands though, it's forgotten as she drops a polite bow to the clutch parents and a slightly less formal nod and smile to their riders. That task done, she quickly makes her way to where the rest of the female candidates are gathered.
Avery leans over, eyes keeping on the eggs, and tells Iker quietly, "So tell me, did you bother with pants under this thing?" He pinches a fold of his robe and waves it around demonstrably.
Waverly steps onto the Sands, pausing to bow before Siramyth and Arisvath as well as Kiora and R'hyn before moving to join the other women.
The forest on the shell of the Shadowy Menace shivers, silent for a brief moment before the figure hidden in its depths bursts out in a sudden violent movement. Practically springing from within, the hatchling previously contained explodes into view, egg shards flying in all directions. The blue hatchling is left standing, bulky muscles gathering as he looks about.
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Egg-slime and sand form a third layer of swirls on the hide of this thick-limbed blue. Slate and midnight blue twine endlessly under the glistening smears of his birth, while sand cakes on his feet and tail. A short thick-set neck echoes an equally stubby tail, while his fine-boned head with its narrow forehead wouldn't be out of place on a green. His wings are clear of the slate, revealing themselves to be stubby angles of deepest blue. Starved from the egg he is desperately thin, hide stretched taut over a stalwart skeletal frame.
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Asoelian's position near the gold egg is shaky at best, and it continuously finds her sending disapproving looks towards the egg as well as her feet shifting within the sands. Almost as though she were trying to edge away from it. To where is the question, given all around her are yet more eggs. Aso does however, finally fall still. Her hands still looped around her stomach in a tight hug, her gaze now fixed pointedly on a point just past the clutch.
Yasmin moves onto the Sands behind Waverly, pausing to bow to Siramyth and Arisvath and then Kiroa and R'hyn, before she goes to the position she was instructed, on the heels of Waverly.
Trusilwyn stonily follows behind Scay, bowing to Siramyth and Arisvath as tradition demands. Her expression hard, she joins her fairer sex around the gold egg.
N'thri is the last one out the tunnel. He bows hastily without ever stopping. Catching B'myr's eyes, hopefully, he nods toward the niche with the pails and the oil and stuff and, weaving along the edge of the Sands, ducks over there.
B'myr comes across the sands, heading past the lines of candidates and toward the niche, doubling his pace as he notes N'thri's entrance.
Kiora almost tips over again as R'hyn accidentally swats at her. "Oh -- hey! Um. Blue!" Somewhere. She's an eloquent woman, really.
Orilee asides to T'an, "Is the cleaning all done? Did everything get finished?" The rest of her thought is lost to the hatching of the next egg.
A small group of candidates nearest the Frozen In Time Egg become startled by the sudden and violent seeming shattering of the egg, and even more startled by the appearance of the green hatchling that literally tumbles from it. Wings splayed, feet sprawled and creeling loudly, the hatchling takes a good moment to orient herself before she stumbles almost blindly into that group. From the thick of surprised cries and shouts, there comes a joyous one. Leaving an ex-Smith by the name of D'fa forever paired with the evergreen Mioraxath.
Emani's smile only begins to fade as she's quickly surrounded by pretty much every person who dislikes her - the eggs don't make her nervous, but the company does - and then there's a blue hatched. She darts a glance the hatchling's way, muttering, "Goin' quick..." Way to state the obvious.
Jondeval pushes an anxious hand through his hair making it stand up at odd angles as he watches the newly paired green and rider make their way off the Sands. Deciding that there is definately safety in numbers he edges over towards Avery and Iker and snorts when Avery asks Iker about undergarments. Eyes already wide with excitement look ready to fall out of his head as a blue breaks shell nearby.
Kaiel takes up a watching position near a few nervously talking boys, watching them a moment before redirecting his attention to the sands. The little blue is spotted when he hatches, brows lifting slightly and lips moving in a mutter that can't be heard over the general noise. Rubbing a hand along his already sweating brow, the man shifts his weight, putting most of it on one leg like a runner while cocking the other slightly above the burning sands.
R'hyn hastily draws his hand back down, holding it carefully against his side. "Er. Sorry about that. I saw! Lovely hatchlings, all of them." The Impression of D'fa draws another beam: "Lots of guys on green. Two, anyway. That's cool."
Scay's eyes are trying to watch everything going on: the hatchlings, the eggs, the other candidates. Even when she finds herself rather closer to Trusilwyn than she'd like, she doesn't do more than offer a strained, shaky smile. "It's going fast. Seems lots faster out here -- and slower, too," she notes before resuming biting on her fingernail.
Iker grins mischievously at Avery, only his eyes revealing signs of his true excitement. "Are you kidding, man? Free as a fire lizard's the way to go!" His attention is drawn, however, to the dark blue. "He looks like a strong one," the ex-potter breaths admiringly.
Orilee hurriedly walks towards the new green pair, forgetting for the moment about any conversation she might have been having. "Off we go, off we go..." Off to N'thri and B'myr.
Waverly can't seem to figure out where to look first. Though as the hatchings begin, she looks from the eggs and dragonets to Jondeval, hands constantly running over her skirts.
Umbral Shadows Blue Hatchling shakes himself, trying to get his bearings. One wing shakes free of the egg-goo on his back, the other remains stubbornly glued to his side. With an irritated squeal he turns to try and bite at the stuck wing, only to lost his balance entirely and flop onto his side on the sands. More furious squeals follow, the new-hatched blue writhing and struggling to regain his feet and coating himself in sand in the process.
"Hey," Avery greets Jondeval, and waves his forward. "Don't worry, the shards don't fly fast enough to break the skin." He gives Iker a grin, and then straightens to watch the dashing hatchlings.
Explosive Dairy Egg trembles in the Sand.
T'an edges closer to Orilee, once she's dealt with the newly impressed green pair. "It's done. I sent all the candidates I could find over there, and a few weyrfolk, too. I don't think I was too popular, but it's all clean."
Kiora shifts from foot to foot, tugging nervously at her sundress. "S'okay, s'okay. Have you seen any browns or bronzes yet?" She tries to stand on her tiptoes, peering towards the circle of girls. "I hope they're doing okay."
Asoelian's gaze briefly breaks away from that point on the wall, focusing on the blue that's hatched. His struggles are given a small amount of study as something more expressive flickers over her gaze. Though her lips once more set into a firm line as she half shakes her head, her feet once more shuffle slightly as she edges back from the yellow egg before her before she falls still and relatively silent. Sans the soft murmurs spoken just beneath her breath.
Trusilwyn catches Emani's fading smile, unable to resist a wickedly twisting one of her own. "What's the matter," she asks the blonde over the curve of the gold egg. "Nervous?" Her voice is singsongy enough to insinuate insult. In a show of bravado, she flicks her hair behind her ear. Cause see? /She/ isn't nervous. Pft, please.
Qwentin shifts his weight, bringing one hand up to wipe first at his forehead, then the back of his neck, as he eyes the blue anxiously. A smile surfaces though, as he watches the hatchling's troubles. "They're really just babies, aren't they?" He mutters with a squint.
Umbral Shadows Blue Hatchling finally manages to stand, both wings freed in his struggles. His head dropping nearly to the Sands, he looks slowly about at the gathered Candidates, then squeals at them, clearly humiliated and not enjoying the public scrutiny. One of the females giggles nervously and he heads her way, stumbling at first but gaining certainty as he moves.
R'hyn watches the circle of girls with a kind of wary glance, nodding towards Kiora. "Me, too. Poor things - kept all the way over there. No, no browns or bronzes yet, I don't think. Not that I've seen, anyway." He strains, attempting to scan further by standing on his tiptoes.
Regallan trips in at the very last, with a bow to Siramyth and Arisvath and thier riders she quickly moves to join the circle of girls around the golden egg. Though her eyes constatly stray to the rest of the clutch and the blue that's already out there.
Rolling and heaving like an unhappy stomach, the Explosive Dairy Egg tips over itself, the enthusiastic ministrations of the hatchling inside catapulting it away from the secure nest Siramyth placed it in. With an explosive shudder, ruffled waves of cream and red shatter and fall, leaving, in their wake, a long-limbed and gawky green hatchling.
Kaiel takes a few steps forward, content to remain more or less by himself, as he watches the progress of the blue with severe intent. No real expression except intense study is seen, even as the blue rights himself and carries on. Lips pulled into a narrow line as he comes to stand near Iker and Avery. Offering them a faint nod, he turns his attention back to the eggs.
====================== Sinister Darkness Green Hatchling =====================
An almost translucent greenish goo drips from the lengthy limbs and tail of this green hatchling, adding a gleam to the otherwise murky shades of her pea-soup hide. Graceless, her over-sized wings collect debris as she careens across the sands, poorly navigated by the slender curve of her rudder-like tail, lit with an almost eerie glow against the relative dark of her torso and head. Youth has given her an adolescent's awkwardness - she's both too long and too short for her body, her overall thinness exaggerating her uneven growth.
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Jorli shoots a quick glance at the gold egg, then promptly turns her attention to the rest of the eggs, particularly those currently spilling hatchlings out onto the sands. "I don't remember a hatching seeming this hectic from the stands," she comments to those nearest her. But then, hurricanes don't seem so hectic from a distance either.
Yasmin stands where she was assigned, quiet, watching. Her attention drawn whenever there is the sound of a hatched egg. Excitement fills her gaze. No apprehension.
Orilee nods, rushing back and scanning for pairs of dragons while speaking, clearly half-distracted. "Good, good. Popularity isn't a necessity here. I got the meat chopped. It shouldn't've gone bad, it's only been done a few hours."
Scay rolls her eyes at Trusilwyn's tone toward Emani, taking her finger out of her mouth long enough to reply. "Okay, do we /have/ to start this just now?" she says in exasperation. "I should think there's more important things going on that the moment than y'all's petty little rivalries."
Blitzed Oceanic Egg gives a brief, almost involuntary shudder before the egg's surface becomes marred with dozens of tiny cracks. They join quickly as the sounds of the egg breaking apart disappear into the loud creel that comes as a tiny blue hatchling tumbles head first from his confines. He splays his sopping wings and struggles to get to his feet, only to take a headlong stumble into the nearest group of white-robed Candidates. Within moments, a tall lanky boy from Fort Weyr gives a joyous shout of, "Yietanth!", thus becoming M'din.
Jondeval prods a shell fragment by his feet with one sandled foot and shakes his head "If you say so" he mutters to Avery. Skipping to one side nimbly Jon evades a blue hatchling as it stumbles past and pushes his hand through his hair again "It's happening so fast."
Emani shoots a narrow-eyed glance over at Trusilwyn. You'd think in the middle of a hatching, she could leave it alone, but no. "No," she smirks over at True; but then Scay's the voice of reason and she shuts up, staring up at the feathery yellow egg as if that'll help it make with the cracking already.
Waverly watches the blue head towards the girls. She rises on her toes, to watch the other dragonets running about, smiling as there are those that Impress.
Flung unceremoniously from the hiding place of her egg, the Sinister Darkness Green Hatchling teeters as she attempts to draw herself to her feet, flailing in her inexperience. Steadied by her ungainly and oversized wings, she makes a few hesitant, if enthusiastic, strides forward, her wobbling motion giving her a lopsided gait that continues as she makes her way across the sands.
T'an gives Orilee a conspiratorial grin. "Then we're good. Yietanth, did he say?" He heads off to accompany M'din and his lifemate from the sands."
Kiora nibbles on her bottom lip. "So many blues. A'raz'll like that, I guess." Hop, hop, squeak. "It's going so quickly."
Trusilwyn blinks faux-innocent eyes at Scay, mouth slack in 'surprise'. "What, I'm not allowed to ask a question now?"
"Hey, you'd be running around fast, too, if you were stuck in an egg for months," Avery tells Jondeval, and watches the blue go jump on its new lifemate.
R'hyn nods, counting with his hand - though he's careful, this time, not to hit at Kiora. "Lots of blues - and greens. Nothing else. That's... well. It'll even out, I guess. Later. Lots of eggs."
Scay gives Trusilwyn her best condescending look -- the best she can manage at the moment now, considering her still-pale skin and apparent nervousness. "Not like that, you shouldn't," she insists. "Why don't you, um, just ignore her. Be the bigger person, 'n' all." She tries for a smile this time around.
Asoelian's arm is drawn back upwards, her hand pressing first against that shoulder before moving up to wipe at her face. Another soft mutter is pushed past her lips, and followed with a piercing of her lower lip as she bites it. Nerves and better sense alike find her gaze turning towards the hatchlings on the sands, watching them rather cautiously, though all the while on alert and ready to dodge should the need arise.
Catch That Snitch Egg trembles in the Sand.
Umbral Shadows Blue Hatchling continues his search for that giggling girl, but his attention's caught by a movement, and a mutter. What was that? His head swings around, tail and wings dropping to the sand as he forgets to hold them up. A hesitant step... yes! He staggers toward a small girl with braided brown hair, creeling pitifully at her. Can't she see him?
Umbral Shadows Blue Hatchling pauses before Asoelian, looking up with whirling eyes.
Regallan twitches the skirt of her robe nervously, looking from the gold egg to those hatchlings and eggs where the boys are. "Where'd those other hatchlings go? I can't see anything from over here." Though it's the blue she sees soon enough and he's looking at one of the girls "OH look it wants...who is that?"
Jondeval gives Avery a toothy grin and tries to shove his hands into pockets that are not there. Scowling down at his feet he lifts one up to give it a rest from the heat "That green is kind of cute looking." Jaw dropping Jon watches the blue stop in front of Asoelian and he breaks out into a cheer when it appears the hatchling had made it's choice.
Trusilwyn arches an eyebrow at Scay drolly, hands settling on her hips as she resumes the waiting game. Clustered as the girls are, though, she can't exactly miss Asoelian's impression.
Stormy gray clouds tremble for a moment, the torrents within them barely being held back. The tiny red figure at the center of the Catch That Snitch Egg shakes and struggles, striving toward the golden prize that has eluded it. Just when it seems the shaking of the egg is going to permit it, the whole thing shudders and cracks, exploding out in a flurry of sharp egg pieces and stringy goo, the brown hatchling within tumbling out in stunned confusion.
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An unfortunate looking dragon, this brown appears even more graceless and awkward than most do at their Hatching. Beneath shards and goop, hes almost all a single shade of watery, muddy brown - any real deviations in color hidden thus far. He's comically skinny with sharp angles and a definite unsteadiness, all of it underscored by wingsails that - even at birth - appear over-large to his thin form - like a cloak draped over a figure too small to wear it properly. They trail beside him in the sand just now, damp and unwieldy and flecked with the dark fragments of his egg.
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Sinister Darkness Green Hatchling creels in hunger, her eyes whirling red as, apparently in vain, she searches the sands for her One. She darts between two young men, heading directly for the group of girls grouped about the gold egg, circling them at a hurried pace.
Qwentin follows the blue's movements, eyes widening as it stops near Asoelian- and a wry grin immediately lighting his features. So much for /her/ thoughts on the matter. He'd call out in excitement, but she wouldn't hear, and his attention is caught by further hatching of eggs- a brown in particular has drawn his gaze. "Take a look at that one," He says, nudging a smaller lad next to him with an elbow.
Scay seems relieved as Trusilwyn drops it, and she turns back to the eggs just in time to see Asoelian stolen away. She watches for a moment, then glances back around for other hatchlings.
Kiora makes a few vague noises of agreement, occassionally punctuated by a squeal of delight. Siramyth is no more active -- there's the occassional shift or snort of encouragement, but there's simply too much going on to respond to it all.
Fine cracks cover the surface of the Always Bet On Black Egg, spidering across the shell until it dissolves, leaving a hatchling the green of deep still water in its ruins. She's as calm and careful as her colouring might suggest, taking her time about choosing; when she does, it's an excitable dark-haired boy from the Weavercraft. He's suddenly still, and grinning. "Ciamath!"
Jorli watches the blue go past and leans forward slightly to watch his path. "That's Asoelian, isn't it?" Someone closer to the impression calls back an affirmative which earns a nod, but the flash of nearby green sends Jorli's attention back to the unimpressed hatchlings.
Kaiel's head was swinging to and fro... watching the blue and spotting the green. He doesn't see the Impression of Asoelian at first. Rather, it's the calls and cries that alert him that everything isn't right. Turning swiftly, he moves around a few gawking youngsters to stare toward where the girls were lined up. "Shards!" he exclaims before stiffling himself, jaw clenched and hands formed into fists at his sides. But then wry amusement crosses his features and he offers a mocking laugh, nodding to himself as he turns back toward the other eggs.
Skinny, Muddy Brown Hatchling lays on the sands of the cavern for a moment before shaking his head slightly, rolling up to his feet. Now that he's out of his previous shelter, he looks about with interest, his gaze bright and his posture purposeful. Shaking out wet wings so that they now trail behind him, he starts to march along the row of white-robed things, searching and questing for the one that will be his. There's no grace to his movements but he is quick, moving at an alarming speed.
Emani is doing all the ignoring for both she and True both. Look at that egg they're all grouped around, huh? The newly hatched green gets a quick look and the brown as well. She doesn't even notice Asoelian's Impressed the blue til she's following the green with her gaze - she quirks a grin, though it's tough see if she's pleased with the Impression itself or the elimination of competition.
Asoelian's attentiveness seems to pay off, indeed, for as that blue comes in her direction, her gaze perceptibly widens. And it continues to do as much even as she stops remembering to breath. The softest squeak comes as she draws a hand up, perhaps in a warding-off manner. Though within moments that hand drops back to her side as she pulls in a rather deep breath. In moments there's an all too confused, yet subtly delighted call of the blue's name. "Paskath?" More questioning than not, the declaration finds her touching the tips of her fingers to the blue's head.
R'hyn positively beams. "A brown, at last!" All right - there's a faint note of worry, there; all these greens and blues, and nothing else - well. Still, while he misses plenty of Impressions, those he does catch - including Ciamath's - draw big grins. "I think there's only been, like, one girl so far. That's... Um."
Waverly gasps as the blue finds Asoelian, her smile managing to widen at that. "Oh.. well done," she murmurs approvingly. "Congratulations." Her eyes dart to the dragon circling them.
Regallan watches the green with overly wide eyes "she's very pretty isn't she." Looking over at the boys with a sigh, she looks down the line at Aso with a wide grin sliding onto her face. Feet keep a steady shifting as the heat from the sands begins to heat them up rather quickly "I wonder..." the sentence never gets finished when she hears the blues name said out loud.
Iker's nod in response to Kaiel's arrival is a bit belated, as intent as he is one the dragonets. Following a flurry of action, his gaze is drawn towards the girls. A upset moan pasts his lips as he realizes he missed the impression moment, but then his voice raises in a happy cheer for the shy, intriguing Aso. No time for dwelling, however, as attention turns to the quick moving brown not so far off.
Orilee rushes towards Asoelian, waiting briefly for the girl to recover. Knowing this new weyrling already makes all the difference and she smiles. "Congratulations, we're going off towards N'thri or B'myr. Whichever's you and your new lifemate's favorite. Paskath, it is."
Jondeval dances from foot to foot more from impatience and excitement rather then from the heat of the Sands "He's kind of funny looking" he says agreebly to Qwentin. "Awe look, his wings are dragging in the sand." Hearing noises from the stands behind him Jondeval turns around to wave at the galleries though from here it only looks like a mass of color with no one person standing out.
Sinister Darkness Green Hatchling shoves her way past a couple of girls, very nearly getting tangled in their robes with her clumsy motion. She perseveres, however, lunging towards a tall, skinny brown-haired girl. Her head comes in contact with the girl's stomach, and there it stays.
Sinister Darkness Green Hatchling pauses before Scay, looking up with whirling eyes.
Breed A Better Chocobo Egg trembles in the Sand.
Bright yellow-gold blurs as the Breed a Better Chocobo Egg shakes busily. A foggy, goopy gold talon breaks through the shell, tearing it open from the inside. Struggling briefly, the dragonet manages to free herself, flopping gracelessly onto the Sands. Flecked with shards, she makes an unimpressive debut.
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No dragon looks her best at birth, and this queen is no different. Sticky and clumsy, her appearance is at odds with what seems to be a naturally regal carriage. Even with eggshells clinging to her, she holds her head with a proud tilt - just daring someone to laugh at her silly appearance. Beneath the gooeyness thats quickly drying in the heat, her coloring is molten gold, a richly glowing shade that compliments the perfect proportions of her hatchling form. Little wisps of white-gold flicker across the deeper hue, though theyre often interrupted by the occasional shard or smudge of sand stuck to her damp body.
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Asoelian was suppose to have a favorite? Orilee is looked at in an all together confused manner as Asoelian shakes her head. Words form on the tip of her tongue, though likewise find her giving a small shrug of one shoulder. Still too lost, she looks down at Paskath before nodding her head. Never mind the faint wince and twist of her lips in surprise and uncertainty, "He's hungry. We need to go now." So says she, as she begins moving off wherever it is she's led to by Orilee.
"Way to go," Waverly calls out to Scay, her eyes immediately drawn back to the egg they surround, widening as the gold appears. "Oh my.."
Asoelian moves over to the niche.
Qwentin chuckles, stepping back a bit out of caution as he sees the speed at which some of those things can move at. "Just a little, but hey. For some, it works." Like Qwent himself. /He's/ not one to say that skinny looks funny. A moment's glance is afforded over torwards the girl's circle as he hears a myriad of shouts and squeals; holding the gaze only long enough to note the hatchling before returning to the problem at hand.
Trundling through the sands, the Skinny Muddy Brown hatchling has already inspected and rejected several lanky boys gathered from the Southern Boll region, leaving them in his wake without a second thought. He doesn't seem the type to dawdle or linger and inspects and rejects each candidate in turn, darting and dashing from boy to boy with a surprising acrobatic ability. Still, as he works his way through the boys, he doesn't appear to find what he wants.
Paskath moves over to the niche.
Scay blinks. Hey, look! There's a green. She watches that hatchling approach, closer and closer, her mouth slowly forming an O of surprise. "Oh." Brilliant words, no? "Um. Ianneth. Mighty? Now?" Blinking, she shakes her head and tries to reorder her thoughts about this new presence. "I... I guess I can try?" She offers up a goofy sort of smile then.
Emani's attention quickly goes from Scay and her new lifemate - and oddly enough, she's got a bright smile for both - to the gold egg, then the gold left in its shards. Blue eyes widen slowly, and she fairly gawks.
Ianneth nudges her head against Scay again, eagerly crooning as her eyes whirl all blue and green.
Molten Gold Hatchling pulls herself up from the sand, warily extending her wings and attempting to shake off a few of the larger bits of egg. Once she's regained her balance, she begins stumbling awkwardly around the circle of girls, bits of egg and sand clinging to her paws.
Kaiel shifts his weight to his other foot, lips again moving though apparently nothing comes out-- or it can't be heard. His eyes sweep over the eggs to finally land upon the brown. "He's sort of..." he comments, just loud enough toward Iker and Avery before shaking his head, tilting his hand slightly in the so-so manner. Quieting down, gaze shifts swiftly toward the gold, studying her before once more he's drawn back to the brown.
T'an accompanies the ex-Weaver and his Ciamath off the sands, then returns to make his way towards Scay and her green. He's smiling broadly. "Well, it looks like Yranth was right about you! Congratulations! Let's get you both off the Sands and over to somewhere quieter."
Avery gives the seeking brown an odd look, and incrementally steps to put Iker between him and the brown.
Regallan takes several steps back as the gold hatches, her face paling even through the heat of the sands. "She's not for me, not me at all." shaking her head she looks over at the boys as if wishing she was there instead of with just the girls for comfort.
Trusilwyn , purposely avoiding Scay's attention for all she's worth, is then almost run over by the green. She makes an awkward sound, spinning out of the way. The girl has just enough time to not fall down. And well, look there now. There's the gold. True, for all her ego, looks very well like she might vomit.
The light grows wan as the summer day gives way to evening. A loose drizzle falls from the patchy, inconstant clouds, just enough to dampen the ground and cool down the air. The summer air is warm and balmy. (75F, 24C)
Fairy Ocarina Egg trembles in the Sand.
Scay manages another bright smile, then follows T'an with her Ianneth.
Flake by flake, the hole in the top of the wildly rocking Blooms Amid The Dreariness Egg is enlarged until the blue dragonet within can squeeze himself through. Still smeared with egg white and flecks of shell, he collapses in a tangle of legs and wings. He seems almost thoughtful as he regards the chaos and unwinds himself limb by limb, but there's no hesitation when he charges across the Sands to turn rapturous gleaming eyes on Smithcraft apprentice Sivren. S'vren brushes his fair bangs from his eyes. Honest, that's all he's doing. "Mendith? You want /me/?"
Emani doesn't step back, doesn't respond to any comments from the other girls - she just blinks, gaze shifting between the other hatchlings wandering the Sands and the gold in front of all the young women. Back, forth, back forth - she's barely daring to breathe.
Ianneth moves over to the niche.
Iker watches a moment, confusion on his face, as Jon angles around him. A shrug darts his gaze back on the brown, until Kaiel's broken phrase makes him look around. The gold inevitably draws his eye, but it is Scay that draws a congratulatory cheer.
Jorli manages to actually see Scay's impression and calls out a "Well done!" just before her attention is caught by the hatching of the gold egg. She makes a quick glance over at Siramyth then back to the small gold, looking as though she wants to say something but can't quite find the words, she just watches silently.
Yasmin offers Aso and Scay warm, quiet smiles as they Impress. But the cracking of the golden egg draws her attention and as the queen hatches, Yasmin's gaze remains fixed, awestruck.
R'hyn gives the gold a long glance, but makes no comment, though his fists - should anyone notice - are squeezed very, very tightly. "Please, please, please," he whispers, shutting his eyes for a moment. The temptation to look is apparently too much, however, and there is too much to see. He opens them again, watching the hatchlings slack-jawed.
The rich navy blue of the Fairy Ocarina Egg becomes marred with stress lines as the dragon within tries to break through. Lines become cracks and then the shell falls to pieces, a Forest Pond green dragonet stumbling out of the remains.
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The washed out green that is splashed across the hide of this dragon appears darker beneath the egg goo that is dripping off her. Her egg starved body displays her veins and muscles clearly, no extra stores of fat on this hatchling. Her large head is out of proportion with her body and the blazing red of her enormous faceted eyes don't help to dispel that illusion. Rounded neck ridges stair-step down her short neck to her wings and tail. Pale flickers of light and dark green fan from the webbed leading edge of her wings, like sprinkles of sun speckled tauntingly through water. Her pale green tail slims slowly, ending thin and rudder-like. Despite looking off balance, she moves across the sands with enthusiasm and speed in her search for the perfect one.
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Qwentin takes another step back anxiously, wiping sweat off his brow in the process. Once more a glance is given torwards the gold out of curiousity, but he simply can't keep his eyes on both places- a heavy sigh is given to let out the growing tension. The mother of all stressful days.
Molten Gold Hatchling launches herself at a Neratian-born brunette -- the girl squeals with delight, but her misplaced joy soon fades as the dragonet falls short. There's a brief pause, and the gold picks herself up again, taking a few more steps down the line.
Regallan watches the gold but can't help but watch the brown and green too "Look at those two, that brown will grow into something and that green is just as pretty as the one that took our Scay."
Skinny, Muddy Brown Hatchling suddenly freezes, his head going up and his quick pace pausing. Somewhere, someone has attracted his attention. Standing there, near a clutch of boys, he suddenly twists about and barrels toward a short figure. A boy with dark hair and dark eyes catches his attention and he almost runs into the boy in his haste.
Skinny, Muddy Brown Hatchling pauses before Jondeval, looking up with whirling eyes.
R'hyn seems - slightly - more at ease, now, nodding brilliantly at the increase in dragons that aren't green and blue. His face, however, falls, as Jondeval Impresses. "Finola's going to kill me, no matter what she said."
From within the You're In Our World Now Egg comes a faint tapping noise, the sound roving about inside the ovum. TaptaptaptaptapCRACK! A line appears, marring the smooth surface, tiny fissures webbing out from the main fracture. There is silence a moment, no movement at all, then suddenly the egg is shattered apart, fragments falling about the startled and starving blue like hail. He staggers, uncertainly at first, but then with purpose. Momentum carries him into his intended, a boy from Tillek Hold, knocking him off of his feet even as the boy cries out joyously, "Sorreth!"
Kiora clasps her hands tightly, nearly shaking with delight. "She's -- wow!" She hops again, and beams vividly at R'hyn. "Nothing you can do about it. If she didn't want him out here, she should have come and gotten him."
Kaiel watches as the brown apparently finds what he'd been looking for, straining to see whom he'd chosen. "I can't..." trailing off, he takes a step closer to Iker, shaking his head as he continues to look, grumbling to himself as two excited candidates step in his way. "Shards. Who'd he choose, Iker?" he asks the other, a bit loudly as he glares holes into the ones blocking his view.
"The kid," Avery calls to Kaiel, more than a little dubiously.
Emani is shifting from foot to foot now, hands balled into tight fists. As much as she'd never admit she looks -anything- like Trusilwyn, she and her arch-enemy have the same distinctly nauseous look about them. No, not nervous, not at -all-.
Trusilwyn regains some of her composure, shock being processed if slowly. Pulling her shoulders back, she sets her mouth small and her hands into fists. The girl repeatedly swollows. Uninviting is an excellent adjective to use.
D'val watches Scay Impress excitedly when the arrival of the brown at his feet brings his attention back to the here and now. Incredulously he reaches out a hand to the hatchling, his face lighting up with joy as his eyes meet those of Damerith. Losing the frozen shock D'val steadies the hatchling, lifting the wings carefully from the sand so they no longer drag "Yes, plenty to do!" The youngest candidate looks as if every wish he ever had had just come true along with twenty turns worth of turnday presents.
That first stumble of hatching is the only one that the Forest Pond Green hatchling makes. No time is spent shaking the last bits of shell and egg goo from her body. She's got more important things to worry about right now. Her wings are held away from her body for balance as she darts swiftly across the sands, shrill creels of hunger trailing in her wake.
D'val moves over to the niche.
Orilee rushes as quickly as a firelizard chasing tunnelsnakes. "Follow, follow," she asks of the boy from Tillek, "And take Sorreth with you."
Waverly glances away from the gold briefly, checking up on Jon, her eyes widening as well as her smile as she sees the brown and the boy. "Oh!! Yes!" The woman gives a little hop in her enthusiasm, laughing and then recalling the seriousness of the event at hand. She looks again to the gold that they're supposed to stay near and then the other roamning dragonets as well.
In an unexpected flurry of activity, Checkered Surface Egg and Ancient Strategies Egg hatch just seconds apart, leaving two tiny green hatchlings out on the sands. Two candidates, a boy by the name of Rissin, and a girl by the name of Anawen, both formerly of the Harper Craft respectively cry out the names of, "Ajseth!" and "Ossoth!" to a pair of green hatchlings who move unerringly to their sides, thus Rissin becomes R'sin and Anawen becomes Ana.
T'an is moving between niche and Sands, with scarcely time to pause between each pair that need to be accompanied. In passing, he comments to Orilee with a grin, "Jondeval, a brown? That should put some of his energy to good use!" He heads towards the two harpers.
Ikeris chuckling to himself, looking between Avery and Kaiel. The cheerful excitement is a bit strained, but he's on to looking at the Pond Green. "Wow, look at that green beauty go," he murmurs to the guys beside him as the baby dragonet speeds up.
Now that no one's watching, Icy Sticks Egg gives a small series of shudders that see tiny chunks of egg fall away and continues to do so until a pointed, green maw is able to poke through the sizeable hole in the upper corner of the egg. It's not long before a wing and a foot appears, before a plump brown dragonet stumbles from the shattered remains of the egg. With a quicker than believable flash, he's rushing the Candidates before her, tripping once and coming to a skidded halt at the feet of an ex-Starcraft apprentice boy who quickly moves to the brown's side, "It's alright now, Silsoth."
Molten Gold Hatchling pauses suddenly. She cocks her head and looks to one side, fixing a large eye on one girl in particular. The hatchling moves towards her chosen with remarkable haste. Emani can work on the nausea later -- there are more pressing matters, now.
Jorli doesn't look all that nervous, except for the whole thing about twirling a lock of hair around her finger, letting it go. Wash, rinse, repeat. The cheers down the line catch her attention and she shakes her head with a grin at Jondeval's impression, before returning her watch to the gold and any nearby other hatchlings.
Yasmin steps forward as the gold staggers before the brown haired girl, too far away to be of any help. It was just a kneejerk reaction from a distance. She backs once step again, back into position, and briefly turns her attention to the boys, smiling thoughtfully as she spies D'val leading a brown off the Sands. Then she looks back to the wandering gold curiously.
Molten Gold Hatchling pauses before Emani, looking up with whirling eyes.
Kaiel takes a moment to process Avery's answer, glancing toward the other for a moment, brows furrowed in confusion. "The kid?" he asks, before Jondeval's name comes through. His mouth makes an 'oh' before he nods slightly. Tilting his head in vague thanks to Avery, he resumes his watchful stance. Every now and then, he glances toward where the newly Impressed had disappeared, a ponderous look upon his features. Iker's words draw the other around, nodding in faint acknowledgement of his comment.
Regallan grins. "Good for you Emani"
R'hyn lets out a ragged, heartbroken breath, as the queen pauses in front of Emani - that's one he could never miss. The expletives he releases are said beneath his breath, but his expression is obvious enough. "Oh boy."
Avery laughs and cheers, clapping his hands, when he sees Emani and the gold across the sands.
Mysterious Mansion Egg trembles in the Sand.
Qwentin nods approvingly as Jondeval impresses and moves off the sands; but quirks an amused smile as another glance over catches Emani's impression. That'll be an interesting one to handle, surely. Eyeing again a green and a few new impressions, he rocks he weight back and forth apprenhensively.
Progressively more agitated, the Eye Spy Egg jerks wildly. At last, a chip of shell is displaced and the tip of a bronze muzzle is seen, though it's a while before the hatchling completes his escape. He sprawls on the sand for a few moments before picking himself up and proceeding towards the candidates with wings still damp. A holder lad from the uplands of Ruatha is his choice. Birioth and his J'tan head off the sands to start their life together.
Kiora's response is quite the opposite of R'hyn's -- she's nearly jumping for joy. "Emani! Emani Impressed! Oh, R'hyn, this is so great!" Emani doesn't an angry mother to worry about, after all.
Trusilwyn allows Emani her moment, such as it is, by a least keeping her caustic retort mostly to herself. But much like the Weyrleader's, her expression is obvious enough: of course.
Kaiel is alerted to happenings elsewhere by Avery's response, turning swiftly and scanning the sands. He manages to see Emani and the gold, his expression ranging from disbelief to a wary frown. Shaking his head to himself, he wipes sweat away from his eyes, squinting toward the other eggs. Intent on focusing somewhere other than where'd he'd just been looking.
Emani's rather ill look fades, only to be replaced by the most dazzling smile ever seen on the girl, only for the gold before her. Expression shading quite self-satisfied, she just nods to the hatchling before her. "Me and you, Vedyath. I -knew- you'd find me." She's taken, stunned, even though incredibly pleased with herself - and she reaches out to touch her new lifemate's neck carefully. "El's gonna -die-."
Jorli looks a bit stunned at the gold's impression, a vauge sort of disappointment vanishing as she glances up at the galleries and smirks slightly. "Way to go, Emani. Now, let's watch the Weyr explode," she mutters with apparent amusement, a comment that earns more than a few glares from other nearby females.
R'hyn attempts a bright smile, for Kiora's benefit, though he watches Emani hesitantly. "Mmm, I guess," he agrees, quietly. "I'm sure she'll be thrilled."
Any joy that Waverly had been feeling during the Hatching is fairly diminished at sight of the gold and Emani. Her mouth sets in a thin line, the blue eyes studying the pair a moment. "Of course it's an Istan," she mutters, turning her gaze to the other dragonets, her irritation still quite present.
The Mysterious Mansion Egg flakes off more shell. The faux wood floors are starting to look patched and frayed in places as the dragonet within hammers it to get out, out, OUT! Finally, the wood veneer explodes into shattered toothpicks, stranding a blue on his back. After a moment to collect himself, the blue rolls to his feet, snorting at this indignity.
Rousing Game Of Hopscotch Egg stealthily tests out its boundaries, giving the smallest of quakes before falling still. Seconds later, the egg's shakes begin to intensify before a blue maw forces its way through the cracked surface, pushing with every ounce of effort until he literally spills from the egg. Dripping goo from his bulky form, the blue looks once towards the group of assembled candidates before weaving unsteadily towards them. A whip-like tail snaps out behind him as he moves and somehow manages to connect with a candidate attempting to shy away from him. M'sid, as he steps towards the blue, tearfully proclaims, "Yaramath that hurts!"
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Dark blotches of inky dark blues and blue-blacks spill their color across this blue hatchling. Egg-goo causes the colors to shimmer and shine, glistening under reflected light so that - at times - he glitters brightly despite the underlying darkness of his hide. His blunt wings show less evidence of this ink, trailing a pale and listless near-white color. As the goo dries it cracks like parchment across his body, flaking from his stout frame.
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Iker is clued in by Avery's cheering, and his head turns to see Emani with the gold. His congratulatory cheer is honest enough, but it drops off quite rapidly. Turning eyes away from the stunning girl, he looks at the remaining eggs and dragonets even more fervently. If that's possible.
Yasmin continues to watch the gold until she stops before Emani. Her reaction is a how of disappointment, but it is mild compared to others and she offers Emani an genuine, soft smile and a nod, though she is likely not even paying attention to anyone but her new lifemate.
Shimmy...shimmy... Shake... Quake... Ups And Downs Egg gives a few more brief tremors before splitting into several large chunks, and dozens of smaller shards; the collection of which gather around the overly large feet of the otherwise small green hatchling that's left in the wake of her shell. With a hungry creel, she wastes little time with moving off in search of filling not only that empty hole in her stomach but the one that only the blonde haired girl she comes to a stop in front of can fill. The girl, once a healer apprentice, now Ris, exuberantly calls out, "Emvith, we'll never be apart, no!"
Forest Pond Green Hatchling continues to run amuck on the sands. Over here? No. Over there, maybe? No. Watching her move from place to place could become dizzying after a time. A small cluster of boys is nearly bowled over as the green continues her hunt, and then she's turning to bustle off in the opposite direction.
Orilee heads for Emani, a little more cautious than before, but nevertheless with all intentions of giving orders. "Emani, congratulations. Vedyath, tell her it's a nice name. Now, follow me towards N'thri-- and B'myr-- and we'll get the itch out of her." She leads, carefully, Emani and the new gold hatchling towards the rest of the new weyrlings.
T'an's lips are pressed tight together as he sees Emani impress the gold, but there are a bronze and a blue also newly impressed, so he doesn't have time to pass comment.
Tattered Pages Egg begins a frantic shimmy and shake that sends it toppling into its neighbor - Weird Writing Egg, and with frightening speed, both crack open and spill forth their occupants at the same time. From one, a dusky brown comes, from the other a pea-shade of green. Both hatchlings take a moment to get to their feet; the green spilling goo from her lanky form, the brown awkwardly trying to untangle himself. Before long, both split off and head towards opposite ends of the sands. The brown is greeted by a black haired boy who shouts out, "Cindeth!", the green is met by a diminutive looking, brown haired girl who calls out, "Haganth!"
Regallan turns to watch the green and new blue with open eyes, now that shes more relaxed "Oh wheres that green going?"
Emani follows after Orilee, staring down at Vedyath as she does. She almost trips over her hem along the way - well done.
Avery sidesteps the brown as it goes rampaging and stumbling by. He gives it an oddly appreciative look as it careens into the kid who calls out its name.
Emani moves over to the niche.
Vedyath moves over to the niche.
The Heroic Dreaming Egg rests on the sands, hardly even twitching until sudden wild gyrations set it rolling and shattering. From the shards, a bronze hatchling emerges to stand tall as he disdainfully shakes fragments of shell from his wings. He stands poised until the gleaming membranes have dried, then stalks forward on legs that grow stronger with each pace - only to lose his dignity as he sprawls in front of a chubby lad from the lower caverns. Novin, now N'vin, aids him to rise. "It doesn't matter at all, Rusoleth."
Kaiel can't seem to focus on one point for very long, considering everything that's happening around him. Lifting one foot, he itches the back of his opposite leg idly, scowling as he has to set the foot down upon the hot sands again. "Are they always this crazy?" he questions toward Avery and Iker, gaze darting toward another new impression, watching the dragonet and lad carefully.
Avery laughs and shrugs. "I don't know, but it's entertaining, at the very least," he tells Kaiel. "Sort of like being in the middle of a tornado that's picked up trees and is flinging them around."
Ink-Blot Blue Hatchling shakes off his wings, sending sand and egg goo flying off in most directions, some poor candidates getting coated in the process. He follows his shaking by folding the wings as neatly as possible to his sides, they looks slightly askew and damp, but passable. His head is tossed back proudly and his quick steps are against his feigned uninterest in his expression as he minces towards the nearest candidates and surreptitiously examines them.
The sporadic rocking of Magic Map Egg reaches a new pitch of intensity that culminates in the shell splitting into long shards, like the segments of a fruit. These fall aside to reveal a small blue hatchling who blinks at the unaccustomed light. He pauses, head tilted upwards as if listening, then weaves her way unsteadily towards the candidates. Though he staggers, it's clear that dark-haired Vaneta is his goal. A group of Minecrafters cheer in the galleries as the girl drops to her knees in front of the blue. "Wiroth, of course I want you!"
Regallan shifts about on hot feet "Thats a pretty blue." side steps take her closer to the boys and further from where the girls are standing "It's all going by like a blur."
Iker shrugs distractedly, his brow dipping a bit in disappointment at that guy Novin's Impression. "No kidding - It's ,ore or less always like this, I guess," he manages to murmur to the other candidates. He even manages to flash an uneven smile for the other guys before another blue goes for one of the girls. "A lot of blues," he comments idly.
The Stealth In The Night Egg trembles softly as the hatchling within prepares itself for its arrival, tiny chips fall from the egg's surface before whole halves begin to drop to the ground. A paw appears within moments, followed by a nose and then the whole gleaming and brilliant jade hue of the green hatchling who steps clumsily from the remnants of her home. A loud creel comes as she stumbles forwards, her steps carrying no real purpose until a boy from Fort Hold is spotted and approached at a fast rush. He barely has time to cry out the name of, "Aneventh!" Before the green is lightly butting L'wen's knees.
Aha! All the running amuck on the sands has paid off for the forest pond green hatchling. Her rushed pace slows suddenly as she turns to stare towards a group of girls. It only takes her a few quick moments to get her body sorted out and pointed in the right direction and then she's off like an arrow loosed from a bow. She barely manages to skid to a halt in front of her choosen one, sand spraying up to cover both Waverly and the green hatching in a gritty coating.
Forest Pond Green Hatchling pauses before Waverly, looking up with whirling eyes.
Orilee is still striding from the corner when the boy L'wen Impresses, and she's by his side. "Let's get you and your green Aneventh back to the oil..."
There's very little warning before Pin The Tail On The Runner Egg quite literally showers egg shards around its immediate vicinity. The tiny cracks that had formed give way to the tumultuous efforts of the bronze hatchling that tumbles from the shell. His wings splay out to either side of him as he tries to work his way to his feet. A few stumbles forwards ensue before he has the hang of things and begins a slightly unsteady teeter towards the Candidates he can spot. Unerringly, the bronze moves towards one in particular. The lanky, ratty haired blond boy searched from Ista, no less, who soon calls out, "He says he's Lirsath!"
Jorli watches as more hatchlings than she can keep track of go by to find their partners. "Wait, is that the same one who...no, never mind." That bit of hair's still being fiddled with as she rises up slightly on her toes, "Where'd that blue, oh forget it." Lowering her heels back to the sand she spots the nearby impression of Waverly which earns an approving nod.
Waverly is still fuming when the green blur heads her way. She doesn't move, but lifts her hands to try to defend herself from the spray, eyes closed tight in anticipation of the pain. It never comes. She blinks in surprise, her lips parting slightly, arms lowering. Looking to her lifemate, everything else just disappears. "Come on," she murmurs softly, smiling. "I'll feed you, Linazeth. And you can tell me everything." Waverly guides the green towards Orilee and T'an.
With a shiver and a shake, Verdant Twisting Rope Egg seems to slowly disintigrate as shards begin falling to the ground around the round egg. With an audible pop and crack, the fragile remnants of the egg give way to a plump blue dragonet who gives a dazed blink at his surroundings. Only after working himself to his feet does he wobble through the crowd of Candidates gathered around him. His tail lashes out behind him as one in particular is spotted, but before he can even reach the ex-healer apprentice, the boy is calling out his name and rushing forward to meet him, "Xinibreth, I do!"
Yasmin is standing beside Waverly, so puts an arm up to deflect some of the sand from spraying. SHe grins at teh Impression, murmuring, "Congratulations," to the nearby candidate.
T'an gets back from escorting N'vin from the Sands in time to see Waverly impress her green. He heads in their direction. "Well done, Waverly - she'll be a beauty, see if I'm wrong! Come on, let's get you both somewhere a bit more peaceful."
With a strong, violent quake, Fantasy In The Mundane Egg rolls onto its side and continues to roll even as cracks appear to leave littered fragments of egg shards in its path. One wing literally cuts away half the egg, before a dark mahogany form follows through and tumbles out of the shell. The creeling hatchling takes a moment to right himself, his eyes whirling a fast shade of red as he staggers unsteadily off into the grouping of Candidates nearest him. As he pushes his way past them, a small girl with blonde hair catches his attention and is soon approached - much to her amazement and joyous shout of, "Always, Abindeth!"
Ink-Blot Blue Hatchling strolls through a gap in the lessening ranks of candidates and peers at them from behind, nosing a robe here and making a few candidates squirm as he eyes them closely. A young man opens his arms but with a quick snort, the blue turns away and continues on along the row.
Waverly moves over to the niche.
Linazeth moves over to the niche.
Regallan watches as the green goes to Waverly mumbling "Linzabeth, that's a pretty name for a green." Now back to watching the blue, his antics to the boy with the open arms is given a giggle.
Qwentin can agree that the whole thing isn't much more than a blur in his eyes- taking in impression after impression only leaves him with a dazed look and too much sweat. Weight shifts again, trying to lessen the heat on the sole of each foot; to little avail, of course.
R'hyn has a half smile for Kiora, as the Weyrwoman squeals at another Impression. His own expression is a little more restrained, falling further at each Impression. A bronze to an Ista? It falls. Even a brown to a Fortian doesn't make much difference. He attempts a bit of a smile, for the latest brownrider.
Iker had been keeping an eye on that pretty, speedy green, and he grins as she apparently finds her life mate. "I think that one must've looked at everyone, before finding the right one," he comments with a light chuckle to his companions. A sigh passes through his body, and he tugs absently at the armhole of his robe, trying to pull the badly sewn thing away from his body where sweat had made it stick.
Orilee is nearly rounding up the new weyrlings like cattle, although she wouldn't actually put it that way in words. "Off we go, Abindeth and your rider, Xinibreth... get oil, get oil, you'll need it. It'll make you all feel better."
Atlas Of The Ancients Egg and Candied Paths Egg seem to be in competition to not be the last to hatch; one rocks and starts to crack, the other begins to bulge and warp more frantically. It's no wonder that they both shatter quickly, shards skittering across the Sands - twin greens; one spring green and bright, the other the deepest greens from Ista's jungles. And now they're competing to find their lifemates - fittingly enough, a brother and sister from a cot near Fort Hold. Both hatchlings and siblings stare at each other defiantly before being guided off the Sands.
Trusilwyn watches the hatching all around her impassively. Her expression quite cool, her hands simply stay at her sides. She does, once, throw a look over her shoulder toward the Weyrleaders, blame very clear in her eyes, but it's brief. Her attention is mostly devoted to not being run over and quietly seething.
Regallan watches, grins, and claps for the new pairs.
[Continued in the next log]
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