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After all the waiting, it seems to go by so fast. Even if the log is long..
Siara is smiling wildly, "This is it!" she confirms, "Everyone get
dressed!"
Jaegon spins around from where he's been frantically digging through
his press. "All right, who stole my triple-sharding robe?" He goes
back to digging. This prank does not strike him as at all funny.
Kyliven pulls one last wrinkle out of the covers on her cot. "Huh?
What?" She spins to look at the two riders, eyes wide. "Time for what?"
Kiyana nods at Catalina, "Best change into your robe Catalina
Hotohori peers, looking over to the others running in, hrming
softly under his breath. What's the rush... they're not going
anywhere. However, he gets to his feet, reaching under his cot to come
up with a robe.
Catalina leaps to her feet, tripping over someone's cot and taking a
spill onto the ground. She mutters silently and turns bright red,
fumbling with her robe.
Sarai gets ushered in by one of the other candidates, "I heard! I
heard, lemme go." Breaking free of the good-intentioned fellow, Sarai
dashes for the nessecary.
Celebanna blinks, "Ready?" stripping off wherry-smelling clothing, she
snags her robe and sandles shucking off boots she pulls it over her
head, and slips the sandals on her feet.
Katany steps closer to K'tel. "Change quickly, please."
Laurene, as though she hasn't heard, continues to work on making her
bed. Apparently, you'll be able to bounce a mark off it by the time
she's done.
Silvon jerks his head up as people burst into the barracks, scowl
changing to wide-eyed stare. He dives under his cot, pushing things
this way and that before emerging with his robe.
M'verick strides in from the hallway.
Jarnyx gets to his feet slowly, face frozen. This time has been
waited for for so long, and now it's here, he seems stunned. Fumbling,
he starts to unbutton his tunic with numb fingers, then shrugs his
robe over his shoulders and slips his breeches off.
Jaegon finds his sandals, strapping them on. He just as quickly rips
off his shirt, and looks around wildly for the missing robe.
Deresh gives up and tosses her towel on her cot, instead checking her
robe to see if it's straight, though goodness knows how it couldn't be.
She stands, taking a few deep breaths as the others scurry around her.
Maraczek blinks, and throws his robe over his shoulders, squirming out
of his other garments.
Everin sucks in a breath that pulls him up from his cot. Now. (Now?
Now!) He fumbles in his press, hands diving for the white.
Siara slips through the hurried crowd, looking each candidate up and
down,checking robes frantically, finally getting to Jaegon and
thrusting a bundle of cloth at him. "I thought you could wear this,"
she murmurs.
Kyliven blinks at the sudden flurry of activity, sitting on her no
longer immaculate cot to tug off her boots. Glancing blankly around at
the others, understanding finally seems to seep into her consciousness.
"The eggs?"
Laurene grins over at Kyliven, "I doubt that it's T'dry this time."
M'verick checks on the candidates and walks to Elen, murmuring
something softly to her.
Catalina lets out a frustrated /argh/, finally managing to change from
one outfit to the other. She unceremoniously dumps her other clothes
onto her cot, slipping into her sandals and quickly pulling her hair
back into a runnertail.
Silvon sits down suddenly on his cot, robe now on, reality sinking in.
His expression, bewildered.
Elen has her hands on her hips as she watches the flurry in the room,
lips twitch and you guess it may actually be from amusement.
Jaegon reflexively grasps the cloth. "Wha..what's this, Siara?"
Arthan stands suddenly, his face serious. A flurry of activity, he
hurridly opens his press and pulls out his robe.
Hotohori wiggles into his robe, the rest of his clothes discarded. He
takes the time to even fold it all, before he settles next to the
bundle, reaching under his cot for sandals.
M'verick mutters to Elen, "... the... new weyrling."
Sarai scrabbeles to her cot, toing boots off as she changes. Modesty
is thrown to the wind, as the beastcrafter hauls off her clothes and
on her robe, "Should we wear underclothes?" She asks, of everyone and
no one.
Elen nods to Ric, and smiles. "Okay...and thank you dear."
Kyliven grins at Laurene and shoves her boots under her cot, pulling
out a new pair of sandals. "Argh! My robe!" She dives for her press
and emerges with the garment, giving Myriath a squeeze before shutting
her good luck dragon in again.
M'verick pats Elen's shoulder and heads out
Maraczek leans against the wall, taking deep breaths. He slowly
gathers his hair up into a runnertail, chewing on his lip and doing
his best to maintain control.
M'verick wends his way out the Inner Caverns.
Siara says softly to Jaegon, "My robe. From when I stood. Alea gave it
to me. Fahloran lengthened it when he wore it, so it should be okay for
you."
Everin toes into his sandals and sways in them, peering around for
guidance. "Now what?" He turns to Hotohori. "You've done this before.
Now what?"
Laurene stands up straight, apparently satisfied with her cot. Her
firelizards arrange themselves about its surface, humming softly.
Macami smiles from Siara to Jaegon, bouncing on the balls of her feet
with excitement.
Deresh heads over to someone else sitting quietly and lsides into a
seat on Silvon's cot, "It doesn't matter," she says to Sarai.
Catalina turns almost as white as her robe at the realization that
/this is it/, making her way over to Maraczek with arms held out for a
final hug.
Hotohori notes, "We wait." Sandals are finally found, and put on,
before he gets to his feet. "We wait, they send us out... and we're on
our own." A smile is given to Everin, dispite himself.
Katany says "Not is cooler, Sarai, but sandier."
Maraczek's robe is, bespite his earlier bragging, sleeveless. He hugs
Catalina gently, and whispers a luck charm into her ear.
Nadia closes her eyes and expells a long ragged breath of nervousness.
Fingers curl in the fabric of her robe, twisting it absently as she
tries to close off the noises and goings ons of the barracks.
Everin's shoulders fall, but not far, and he lifts his chin on a nod
back to Hotohori. He waits, hands tucked hard to his side.
Kyliven flings off her clothes, first shirt, then skirt, and slides
her robe over her head. "Eeek! Sarai, do you have a ribbon to spare for
my hair?"
Jarnyx slides his feet into sandals, and runs fingers through his
shaggy hair, pushing it back from his forehead in a gesture of
irritation. His breathing is slow and calm. But the tension in the cords
of his neck shows how much effort it's taking to /stay/ calm.
Catalina smiles nervously at Maraczek, placing a gentle kiss on his
cheek before taking a deep breath. "Well..this is it."
Jaegon blinks and throws it on without further ado. It reaches his
knees, good enough. The pants come off from underneath, and then he
grabs Siara and kisses her cheek. His eyes are full.
Silvon shoots a startled look at Deresh, then continues looking around
the room, shifting restlessly on his cot.
Kiyana waits as she moves over to Catalina and looks nervous, want to
stand next to me Cata? I'm to nervous to be on an end.
Maraczek nods to Catalina, then glances about the room. "I have ribbons
for hair.."
Sarai ohs at Deresh and nods, pulling her sandles on and laced them.
The ties are awkward and clumpy, but they're tied. As the Weyrwoman says
her name, Sarai blinks, looks up, and a faint blush creeps up her neck,
"Okay..." She remains however she was before she asked the question tho.
"A ribbon? I got a white one... Can we wear them?"
Katany says "Keeping your hair away from your face is reccomended, if
it is long."
Macami scans the candidates with her eyes, taking in their robes. She
nods approvingly. No disgrace it seems. A small sigh of relief comes
from her lips.
Still calmn, Laurene stands quietly, smoothing down her robe. Only a
slight shaking of her hands betrays inner turmoil.
Everin crooks his mouth at Maraczek, shakes his close-cropped head.
Catalina grins at Kiyana after giving Maraczek's hand a final
lingering squeeze. "Sure. Hey Cele, wanna stand on the other side of
me?" she calls to her other friend.
Hotohori dodges as another candidate streaks though, a soft curse under
his breath has he stumbles back. "You know," he mentions to Everin as
an aside, "this would be easier if we knew when they were hatching
before a couple of minutes before."
Nadia hears Katany, and without opening her eyes shoves her hair
firmly behind her ears.
Arthan finally judges himself ready. He looks around seriously, not
having much to say now that the hatching has finally arrived.
Deresh grins at Silvon, "I hate this part. I want to be out there, the
minute they start to hum."
K'tel chuckles, watching the chaos.
Siara gazes into Jaegon's eyes for a long moment, nods slightly,
swiftly kisses his cheek as well, and then steps back, turning to the
mob of people dressing, "Anyone need help with buckles or anything?"
Kyliven gallops over to Sarai's cot, taking the ribbon and tying her
hair back in a runnertail. "Thanks," she says breathlessly to the
younger girl, arms out to offer a hug. "Wanna stand together?"
Celebanna says "Sure, Catalina." a look accross her face shows the
shock of the hatching being just now, "Deresh? Will you stand with me,
on the other side?"
Kiyana hmmms, 'Braid it, I can help if someone needs thier hair
braided, wouldn't want a hatchling to get tangled in it."
Jaegon(#5193POce$)
Jaegon's normally slightly shaggy hair has had a recent trim.
Nevertheless, he makes an absent motion to push locks away from his
face. He's well-built, a little on the tall side of normal. His
strong shoulders and capable hands are tense right now. Here on the
sands, the red highlights in his light brown hair are hidden, but the
sparkle in his deep emerald green eyes can't be missed from lengths
away. He wears a loose, white robe which falls to just below his
knees, sandals which don't do anything to protect him from the hot
sands, and a nervous half-smile. He doesn't wear any knots, jewelry,
or decorations right now.
Silvon manages a weak grin at Deresh. "Any last minute pointers?" he
asks, voice cracking embarassingly.
Maraczek wiggles his fingers, watching his hands. His eyes lose focus
for a moment, then he snaps to. "I could use a braid..."
Everin comments as quietly, dark eyes a-roving, "I don't think the
dragons know that far in advance, or maybe we /would/ be warned." He
fixes on Arthan, throws over a weak smile.
Sarai reaches into her press and hauls out a ribbon of white, "Here,
Kyliven," She hops up and presses it into her fellow candidate's hand.
"Oh.. shells, yeah." Then a smile crosses Sarai's face. "Promise not
to drown me?"
Jarnyx looks at Jaegon, a mute appeal in his brown eyes. "Stand by
me?"
Nadia echos Maraczek, her eyes finally open, "Me too.. A braid would
be good."
Silvon wraps his hands together, staring at the floor as people pair
up.
Jaegon tears his eyes from Siara and nods to Jarnyx. "Right beside you,
Jarnyx. This is it."
Deresh smiles at Cele and nods, eagerly, "Sure, Cele. I'd feel better
that way," she looks at Silvon, and smiles at the teen, feeling so
much older than him, at this point, "Relax, take it easy. Today might
not be your day, but it'll all be ok, in the ned."
Katany fidgets slightly, looking from the Candidates to K'tel, and
then back again.
Kyliven grins, hands busy behind her head. "Drown you? In what?
Sweat?"
Jarnyx offers a hand to Silvon. "Join us, Sil?"
Catalina grins, rubbing one arm with the opposite hand. Nervousness
doesn't even touch what she's feeling now.
Macami suddenly gulps as she hears the candidates talk. This is all
so familiar to her. She looks at her feet for a moment, then stands
proud again.
Hotohori hmms, nodding. "Very true." Braid moves, more in preperation
that he was doing cooking this morning, than anything else. "Stand by
me, Ev?"
K'tel weaves his way across the barracks to stand by Katany, "Hey.
It'll be fine."
Deresh looks at Silvon, noticing his down cast expression, "Want to
stand with me? I have a side free?"
Siara turns to Macami and grins,"Well, we did it. We got all the way
to the hatching and they'er all still here."
Elen just stands watching, Katany got a nod as hair was mentioned and
now she is just listening to the candidates organise themselves.
Silvon fidgets, shrugging at Deresh, then looking up at Jarnyx,
expression almost scared, so different from his normal attitude. He
nods, tho to Jarnyx or Deresh it's not clear.
Everin sidles nervously away from a pair of gigglers, then his eyes go
back to his friend, solemn. "I told you I would. --Are we going? Is
this it? Oh, shards, my family -- they were going to come, but--"
Sarai grins at Kyliven, "Something like that... I'm more scared when I
hadda help an ovine breach birth." She sighs and loops her braids
around eachother, keeping it back and out of her face.
Arthan walks slowly over to Lyndra and quiet words are exchanged for a
few seconds.
Maraczek finally put his fidgeting hands to use, braiding his own hair
in a common seacrafter style.
Katany says "Of course it will. But you had better hold my hand again
anyway. I will apologise to Aellya later."
Jaegon squares his shoulders and runs a hand through his newly-trimmed
hair. He knows father and mother will be on the ledges, and likely
Fianna too.
Macami grins and hugs Siara, kissing her cheek. "I think we had a
little trouble, but all in all we did well." She then hands Siara
something she hid in her right hand, a bracelet it seems. "For you,
Siara."
Hotohori smiles, just a touch. "Then they'll be here." Scared? Him?
Never. Instead, is offered to the harper turned candidate, "Just don't
worry... it happens quickly." Oh, that helped.
Everin nods and composes himself. Back to waiting.
K'tel smiles, eyes crinkling in amusement. He inclines his head to
the Weyrwoman, "Of course."
Kyliven hugs the taller girl and grins up at her. "It'll be fine.
Everything'll go really fast, and then whoops! It's over. It's just
been a really long time coming." She slips one hand into Sarai's,
turning to wait for any instructions from the riders.
Deresh settles on the bed, offering her quiet presence as support to
Silvon.
Laurene's gaze slips over the people paring up. She smiles, briefly,
to Lyndra and Arthan, moving closer to them, but not intruding.
Kiyana sighs, 'I think in a way I'd rather be helping an Ovine have a
breach birth."
Siara blinks and looks at Macami and then throws her arms around her
in a hug. "Thank you. For all your help!"
Jarnyx gives a slight shiver despite the heat. Eyes flicker from one
Candidate to another. So many friends, brought together - and this may
be the last time they'll all be together. He seems to be trying to
imprint the scene onto his memory.
Elen chuckles a little to Katany. "I think under the circumstances she
would understand."
Covering his mouth momentarily, Maraczek sighs and swallows. Settling
back down, he looks over the other candidates, finding himself
standing alone near his slice of the wall. His lips purse quietly.
Siara glances over at her cousin, "Are you all set? Got your hair
taken care of?" she asks, as she separates herself from Macami to
attend to duty again.
Catalina stands with an air of anxiety around her, lips pursed as the
girl looks from Candidate to rider with her hands clasped behind her
back, fingers fumbling with each other.
Jaegon beckons to Maraczek. "Hey. I have a side free, Czek. Want to
guard me from hatchling clumsiness?" Maybe the joke falls flat, but
the invitation is genuine.
Sarai returns the hug tightly, and then squeezes Kyliven's hand. She
fidgits and then sighs. "Okay... I'm ready. Don't be afraid. Don't
show you're afraid," she mutters mostly to herself.
K'tel grins at Elen, "I sure hope she will."
Maraczek sniffs. "We won't all be the same people anymore, so..I want
to apologize, for not being the friend I could, to all of you." He
looks down a bit, folding his hands behind his back. He nods and
steps mutely forward to Jaegon's side.
Katany smiles at K'tel, then at Elen, nervous excitement giving her
face colour. "I think so. R'vyl shall, as well, I expect."
Silvon raises his hand to his forehead to check his headband, looking
paler now, but determined.
Laurene looks over at Katany, "Once the Gold has Impressed, those of
us left -- girls I mean, -- should we head over to where the other
eggs are and join the guys?"
Macami smiles to herself, with flushed cheeks. A cool hand is put to
her cheeks as she gets ready for duty again. Time to herd the
candidates together.
Kyliven's right leg jiggles. "Be ready to move," she returns under
her breath. "Don't think of food."
Silvon stands and moves over by Jarnyx, hands clenched tightly at
his sides.
Catalina turns to Maraczek with a gentle smile, tilting her chin up
in a silent effort to be brave.
Nadia curls her arms about herself in a insecure hug and peers at
the entrance to the tunnel to the sands, lips pulled into a firm
quivering line.
Siara nods to Macami and starts waving her hands to try to get all the
candidates into line.
Jarnyx moves to Jaegon's other side, offering a hand to Silvon with
a comforting squeeze as the other boy joins him.
Deresh looks at Maraczek, her eyes puzzling. As silvon makes his
choice, she slips quietly off the cot and wanders to find Cele and
Cata, int he crowd.
Jaegon says softly "Dodge, don't touch. Don't think food nor fear nor
flight. Just be."
Maraczek offers Siara a timid smile. Then he straightens out his back,
supplying the fearless posture he uses when balancing over firepits
and the like. "I won't let you down, cousin."
Siara smiles at Maraczek, and nods. "I know you won't!"
Elen laughs, taking away some tension. "Well, I reserve the right to
hold someone's hand, and I expect more than understanding from D'ew."
Sarai grins at Kyliven, "And relax. I like that one best."
Macami claps her hands loudly. "Now, some order please. Didn't we
train you well enough for that." She winks though. "Please get ready
to march to the Sands."
Katany says "Yes, Laurene."
Silvon looks startled but returns the squeeze, looking relieved at the
show of support.
K'tel raises a brow at Katany then looks over as Macami speaks up.
He smiles, "Here we go."
Catalina holds her hands out for Celebanna and Kiyana, offering both
girls the brightest smile she can muster.
Silvon sucks in a deep breath.
Kyliven tugs at Sarai's hand, bringing the other girl with her into
a sort of line.
Laurene nods, quietly, turning her thoughts inwards. At K'tel's words,
she glances again to the Weyrleaders.
Jaegon nods to Macami, his face remote, but his eyes ablaze with
feeling.
Siara glances over her shoulder at Katany, Elen and K'tel, smiling
nervously and then turning back , looking at the Candidates over and
over again.
Jarnyx slips into line. A glance to Jaegon and Silvon, flanking him.
"Here we go"
Sarai scoots into line and grins at Kyliven, balancing on her toes. A
smile is given to Siara.
Nadia pulls herself off her cot and stands ready, looking as if she
would like to throw up.
Deresh comes up quiet behind Cele, touching her shoulder to indicate
her presence, keeping quiet as she looksup to Katany.
Katany says "Siara, one of you two should lead them out. K'tel and I
can bring up the rear."
Celebanna gulps slightly, smiling back to Deresh.
Macami moves closer to Siara. She mutters to Siara, "... will you...
there.... scared... as if I... my lifemate already." She turns around
to Katany and nods.
Deresh grins bravely at Cele, perhaps trying to be the well of
experience for her fellow candidates.
Kyliven rocks back and forth, squeezing Sarai's hand. "Oh....! I hope
you Impress, Sarai!"
Kiyana shivers a little and tries to find someone else to hold her
other hand as she stands next to Catalina, Oh dear."
Elen moves to one side, nearer the weyrleaders. "Guess I am okay
behind you two?" She asks K'tel and Katany?"
Arthan squeezes Lyndra's hand and then both make their way into the
line.
Maraczek sets his jaw, smoothing out his robe. He looks at Macami,
and finds it in himself to give her a proper wink, as he shows her
his robe. He swallows, doing his utmost to appear confident and in
control.
Silvon mutters quietly to himself, "I hope /I/ Impress," as he
overhears Kyliven.
Sarai squeezes back. She mutters to Kyliven, "I... too!"
Siara nods to Katany, "I remember," she assures her. She turns to
Macami and offers her a hand, "I'll go first, and then you?" She
looks the line of candidates up and down, "You've all done very
well," she says quietly, but clearly, before turning to lead.
Kiyana sighs softly, 'Good luck everyone."
Everin slides into place, tall and white in his robe and under his
tan -- and going.
K'tel lifts a shoulder at Elen, "Sounds good to me."
Deresh whispers to her closest neighbours, Cele and Catalina, "Good
luck."
Hotohori follows, hands settled within ... somewhere, as he gets in
line, expression unreadable.
Elen steps in then, at K'tel's agreement, to follow.
K'tel grins, "As long as you get out there."
Macami nods. "You go first, I'll follow." She turns to the candidates.
"It was my honour and pleasure to have you around. You did well, and
you will do well." She smiles, even at Maraczek, then turns round to
walk off.
Silvon ducks his head, and surprisingly enough, murmurs, "Luck," to
those around him.
Nadia slips into line and falls very very quiet.
Maraczek moves behind Jaegon, also silent as stone.
Catalina smiles softly at Deresh, Kiyana, and Celebanna, offering a
wink before silently turning to face Siara, waiting.
Siara takes a deep breath, "Good luck to you all!" She smooths her
dress and heads to the sands.
Siara slips behind a tapestry.
Jaegon suddenly mutters "SHARDS! I forgot to put in my wagers!"
Macami slips behind a tapestry.
Sarai slips behind a tapestry.
Laurene slips behind a tapestry.
Silvon can't help but snicker at Jaegon. "Too late now!"
Jarnyx slips behind a tapestry.
Hotohori slips behind a tapestry.
Kyliven slips behind a tapestry.
Catalina slips behind a tapestry.
Nadia slips behind a tapestry.
You slip down a dark narrow passageway, which suddenly opens into the
Silvon comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Deresh comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Siara steps out onto the sands, leading the line of white robed
candidates, pausing to bow to Irianth and Avroth, before standing
back.
Celebanna comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Kiyana comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Maraczek comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Everin comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Deresh makes her way out behind Celebanna, and pauses to bow deeply
to Sire and Dam and to T'dry and Faerysa.
Sarai walks out, holding Kyliven's hand, and stuttersteps. She
inhales audiably, and then hastily bows to Irianth and Avroth.
Laurene finds her place in the loose semi circle of women forming
around the gold egg. A bow is executed to the Dam, Sire and their
riders. When she straightens, she smoothes the fabric of her robe.
Arthan comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Kyliven follows Sarai, gazing around her with wonder. Cued by Siara,
she bows first to Avroth, then again to Iriath before making her
nercous way towards the golden egg.
T'dry moves to stand immediately next to Faerysa, grinning broadly.
Everin files out steadily, white blot in a stream of them, and dares
a glance at the galleries, the ledges, before making a short, stark
bow to the dragons and their riders. Then he minces, winces, across
to join the growing ring 'round the clutch.
Catalina tentatively walks out onto the Sands with the others, wide
eyes going wider as she notices the crowd gathered. She shrinks back
a little, biting her lower lip, hesitating in her advance across the
hatching ground. A deep breath is taken as she resumes her careful
striding across the sand, pausing to bow to Irianth and Avroth before
abruptly scurrying rather ungracefully the remainder of the way to a
place by the gold egg.
Hotohori steps out, fingers hedging away from the sides of his robe
as he does so. Remembering, a bow is tilted toward Irianth, Avroth,
the Weyrleaders, as well as T'dry and Faerysa. Afterward he shuffles,
finding a place down the ned of the line.
Jarnyx pauses for an instant as he reaches the sands, eyes wide,
taking in the scene. Then he seems to recollect himself - a deeply
respectful bow to Irianth and Avroth and then he moves to join the
wide half-circle of candidates around the main clutch.
K'tel comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Celebanna comes out, pausing only to bow to Faerysa, Irianth, T'dry
and Avroth, before heading for her place among Deresh and Catalina
around the gold egg with the other girls.
Silvon pauses, blood draining from his face, before he composes
himself and takes the necessary steps over to reach the loosly
forming semicircle of Candidates. He bows quickly, jerkily, first to
Irianth and then to Avroth, before turning to the rocking eggs.
Katany comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Katany keeps tight hold on K'tel's hand.
Elen comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Kiyana shivers a little and she bows deeply to the Bronze and the
Gold and then another bow to thier riders before moving over to join
the semi-circle of girls, hand curling into Catalina's in nervous
tension that is almost visible on her face.
Jaegon enters about midway through the long line of candidates. He
arranges himself between Jarnyx and Maraczek, then bows deeply to
Irianth, then Avroth. A smile and an equally deep bow to the bronze
and goldrider, and he looks over the eggs, eyes alight.
Macami stands close to Siara in the rear, watching the candidates
pay their homage to dame and sire, then forming their circles around
the eggs. She chews her lower lip anxiously.
Faerysa looks.. relieved. /Vastly/ relieved, and delighted. She
rakes her fingers through her hair as she stands in Irianth's lee,
and the queen, meanwhile,. flicks her tail, eyes intend as the
clutch begins to /move/.
Siara smiles at Macami, holding her hand as they watch their charges
bow properly and take their places.
K'tel walks along beside Katany, holding her hand and watching the
candidates with a slight smile on his face.
Nadia trundles onto the sands at exactly the middle of the pack of
candidates, looking more nervous then a wherry during a dragon
blooding. She's careful to watch where she places her feet, stepping
timidly toward the Dam and Sire. Here she pauses to dip into a deep
respectful bow, a flicker of a wavering smile spent on the pair
before she moves on to make room for the next candidate behind her.
Arthan is all wide eyes and nervous stumbles as he enters the sands.
For a moment he seems likely to freeze up entirely under the eyes of
dragons and bystanders alike, but pulls himself together with an
effort and walks on with some dignity.
Maraczek swallows, walking carefully to join the other candidates.
His bows to sire and dam are low and graceful, those to their riders
the same. He smooths out his robe and stands tall as he can,
expression pensive, but solemn.
Elen follows out beside the Weyrleaders, face rather calm as she
watches the candidates with intent.
Everin moves with the clutch: a startled jerk ripples his robe,
flicks his gaze around warily. He sidles by Hotohori. "It's here,
it's here--" it's a mantra, drowning in wondrous panic.
Sweaty hands cling to Celebanna's and Kiyana's like there's no
tomorrow as Catalina stares at the egg, face colorless, brow
furrowed, foot tapping nervously.
Sarai looks at the eggs, and circles with the other females around
the gold egg. She skips her feet up, "Ow!" she hisses, "Shells it's
hotter!" Her voice is low, and she squeezes Kyliven's hand.
Hotohori nods to Everin, a bit of a smile emeregring from
expressionless mask. "It is, and it starts." A hand motions to the
rocking eggs, even as he shifts in stance.
T'dry leans over to Faerysa, next to him. Eyes trying to take in all
the activity at once, he whispers a private comment to her alone.
Kyliven tugs nervously on Sarai's hand; her eyes flick from egg to
Candidate to the gold and bronze on the sands to the riders before
returning to the eggs. "Hot," she nods absently, her feet frozen in
place for now.
Deresh looks to Cele, and reaches out to grab her hand. She tries not
to shuffle as she looks around at all the eggs, and then the
candidates.
Cozied Quilt Egg quivers gently snug in the bed of sand.
Shuffle. Laurene edges through the semi-circle a bit until she can at
least glimpse the rest of the eggs on the sands and their motions.
Dutifully, she remains with the other women, presented for the gold
egg.
Nadia shuffles into place, finding her vacant spot in the ring of
candidates between a short squat girl with burly hands, and a tall
handsome lad up from Igen Hold. Her arms stretch, hands extended to
both in an offering of shared comfort as she peers out over the sands
dappled heavily with unhatched eggs.
Moonlit Tranquility Egg seems to twitch a bit, rolling just a little
bit to the side. Then it's tranquility again before the egg jerks
another time.
Faerysa leans closer to hear T'dry's comment, hands smoothing down
the front of her dress. Her storm-blue gaze shifts to the eggs, the
candidates, back to her mate before moving outwards yet again.
Elen tugs on Siara's sleeve, perhaps just needed a little
reasurrance herself, almost like a candidate as the eggs begin to
move.
Grace Denied Egg shivers. Slightly. Then abruptly falls flat to one
side, bumping into an orangish egg there. Rolling off that, it
pauses, then spins a quarter turn.
Maraczek takes up a place beside Jaegon. He takes deep breaths,
calming himself for a moment, eyes closed almost serenely.
Silvon jerks as the eggs jerk, eyes wide as they will go.
Uncharacteristically awed and quiet, he watches, unconciously
shifting feet on the hot sands.
Siara glances at Elen and grins, offering her free hand, the one
not clutching Macami's.
Kyliven inhales sharply, catching a movement from the corner of her
eyes. "Did one move? Did it?"
Laurene's gaze tracks the movements of the grace denied egg,
involuntarily. With a sharp shake of her head, she draws her
attention back to where it's supposed to be.
Hotohori watches eggs hope and weave, him doing the latter as he
tries to keep himself steady. Too bad the sand isn't cooling down to
oblige, as he shifts again.
Everin surreptitiously tugs his robe down, even all the way around,
and then straightens. Head jerks, now, to follow the eggs' spin and
flow. "It did," he breathes back to Kyliven. "Soon..."
Deresh's eyes turn to the moving eggs. There, and that one too. She
swallows, and concentrates on the patterns on the shells.
Kiyana shifts nervously, looking around as she shifts from foot to
foot, eyes drifting from the egg in front of her, then onto the other
eggs that the boys stand around. Her eyes widen a little as she tries
to keep track of the rocking eggs in case one cracks and she has to
move out of the way of a wandering hatchling.
Avroth continues to hum, looking at the clutch from his position to
Irianth's side.
Sarai ooohs and smiles, "Yeah! Look at them," she hisses.
A petrified stare is directed towards the other eggs as Catalina
tears her gaze away from the queen egg. "They're m../moving/," she
observes, noting the obvious. Intrigued, she looks from rocking egg
to rocking egg, but doesn't crack a smile.
Arthan watches gravely, one hand nervously crumpling his robe. His
gaze wonders over the eggs, and then his breath catches as he sees the
Moonlit Tranqility egg rock.
K'tel shoots a smile at T'dry and Rysa then looks back at the eggs.
Elen takes Siara's hand gently as it is offered.
Macami turns her head and smiles to Elen, then squeezes Siara's hand
some more.
T'dry is all teeth, grinning as he points excitedly to one then
another of the moving eggs.
Jaegon can't resist one look up at the stands, then as the eggs begin
to move more violently he jerks his gaze back down. He tries not to
move, but his feet begin to shift in the timeless Candidate Tango.
Siara smiles at her two friends, with warmth and excitement, "It's
so wonderful, isn't it?" she says quietly. She looks back at the
candidates and the rocking eggs.
Grace Denied Egg shudders again, one side slightly deforming as thin
lines lace across its face. These thin cracks are then promptly
rolled over on top of.
Sweat begins to trickle down Nadia's pale cheeks, the heat of the
sands burning into her soul as she stares into the field of eggs,
vividly bright cobalt eyes scanning the cavern for moving the ones
moving.
Kyliven begins to pant; taking her hand from Sarai's she nervously
rubs both sweaty palms on her robe before slipping back into the
comfort provided by the other Candidate. "Is my green egg rocking
yet? Is it? Can you see?"
Elen nods to Siara and Macami. "It is, indeed it is."
Maraczek finds his hands gripping his robe as he shifts his feet,
weakly pawing at the sands with them in a vain attempt to ease the
burning. Sweat mats his hair down already.
Macami nods quietly, eyes intent on the eggs. She seems unable to
speak.
Jarnyx senses "Jaegon gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. Reassuring
to who is the question."
Faerysa murmurs a mantra: "Hatch, hatch, hatch, get me out of here."
Not very maternal, really.
Cozied Quilt Egg trembles a bit harder after its initial quivering,
starting, starting to rock in an irregular rhythm.
Sarai stands on her tip toes for a brief moment, "I can't tell..."
she whispers back, standing on one foot in the hopes of cooling it.
Her green-gold eyes drift to the gold egg, "Look at them," she
whispers. "Birth's so beautifull."
Laurene's gaze tracks back to the moving eggs, a future laying there
on the Sands. Expression almost solemn, she watches. Sharp blue eyes
flicker from one egg to another and yet another.
You sense Jarnyx returns the squeeze, but his eyes don't leave the
eggs.
T'dry, too, remembers to shift his feet. He reaches for Rysa's hand
Hotohori watches as eggs hop and roll, hands held to his sides, feet
stopping within their shifting motion as he watches the moving oviods
in earnest. Again... will it be the same? A glance is shifted to
Everin, nervous, before he peers back at the eggs.
Everin says "Dragonets come out all awkward, though." Honesty propels
him to speak, but he stays physically back, oh yes. "Ugly."
Catalina briefly returns her gaze to the gold egg, but oddly, it
doesn't seem to be the one to hold her attention. Unblemished
bystander, which has been moved yet again by its golden mother, is
finally brought to Cat's attention, and the young Candidate frowns as
she silently notes it's motionless.
Faerysa clings to that hand, as much to keep her balance as anythign
else; she's up on tip-toe, watching.
Moonlit Tranquility Egg starts to jerk again, a sudden jump, though
it still rests in its spot. Only the tiniest weakest cracks appear on
the shell.
Grace Denied Egg rights itself, that depressed side with the cracks
rolling back to the top. Bumping a bluish cream colored egg, it
careems slightly, turning halfway around before stopping abruptly
again.
Kiyana shivers again, though not with heat, but from nervous
excitement as her hand tightens for a moment in Catalina's, "It's
kinda scary, isn't it." she says, stating the obvious as she glacnes
from the rocking eggs to the gold egg, then back again as an egg
seems to jump.
Celebanna watches the eggs carefully, eyes darting for each of the
moving object by craning her neck. The hands she olds are quickly
squeezed.
Arthan watches gravely, one hand nervously crumpling his robe.
Irianth hovers close over her clutch: /her/ clutch, and her children.
No hissing, no overprotection, but she's certainly watching them --
and the candidates -- closely.
Silvon shifts his weight again, sweat beginning to gleam on his
forehead. Initial shock over, he manages to tear his eyes away from
the scattered eggs to look around the cavern. He stares briefly up at
the stands, then jerks his gaze back to the sands, face turning red
suddenly.
Moonlit Tranquility Egg slowly starts rolling down from a small sand
hill, after a few tentative rockings, coming to rest in a depression
some eager candidate's feet made at the last egg touching session. No
sudden movements here, but rather a steady pecking. And there, cracks
appear on the shell and break the tranquility!
Jaegon finds the Moonlit egg, his favorite, with that motion. His eyes
focus on it and lock. The drop of sweat making its slow way down his
cheek has to tickle, but..
Quivers convulse the Moonlit Tranquility egg.
Nadia repeatly tugs nervously at the belt of her dress, teeth digging
sharply into her bottom lip. The handsome Igen holder takes the offered
hand with a gentle smile, his own glimmering green eyes sparking with
the comfort shared. On her other side though, the burly girl ignores
the hand, turning her shoulder slightly away to eye the golden egg.
Maraczek tears his eyes from the sands, looking up at the huge,
humming dragons present. He quirks his lips in a smile, as vital as
the sands themselves. With a blink, he looks around again, eyes
fastening tot he moving eggs.
Catalina gets an urge to shudder. "What?" is asked blankly of Kiyana.
"Oh..yeah! Teriffying, even."
Tranquility lost, the Moonlit Tranquility egg loses all pretense of
peace. It shatters quite spectacularly, dissolving into silver-hued
shards.
Avroth flanks Irianth, wings extending slightly to drape towards his
lifemate, then tucking them back. His great neck twists this way and
that, taking in all of the sights seemingly at once.
(( Linneth emerges ))
The gentle, verdant green of a field of tall grasses, she is
delicately boned and just as limber. She ripples with the colors the
wind creates: frosted-mint flashes of sunlight against a blade of
grass, and the deep-hued darkness of shadow without light, all
dappling the fragile expanse of her frame; illumination serves to
deepen the patterns that play across her hide, bringing them life and
rich color -- a brilliant emerald's inner fire kindled from without.
Every movement she makes is flowing but complete, and the incline of
her head allows maximum visibility for an astute view of all she might
survey, while that intent scarlet gaze provides the window to a soul
of steady and indulgent determination.
Hotohori hips, hops, then pauses, head bowing for a moment, fingers
moving along his face to spy... green. "Will you take a look," is
whistled under this breath; a compliment, at that.
Kyliven takes three deep breaths in succession in an attempt to calm
herself down. "Eiek!" she squeaks at the sudden emergence of the
green, then inhales again. "Lookit that green!"
Jarnyx has his eyes fixed on the rocking eggs, fingers tangling in
the cloth of his robe in a continual restless dance. His eyes snap to
the movement of the hatching Moonlit egg, and bites his lip to stifle
a small cry of wonder. "She's...beautiful" The words are whispered so
soft that even his nearest neighbours would have trouble hearing them.
Cozied Quilt Egg begins to bounce now, harder and harder, bouncing out
of the sandy depression that holds it, the shell starting to show a
web of fine cracks.
Elen lets out a light gasp, as the first of the dragonets soon to be
under her care emerges.
A soft "eek!" of astonishment and appreciation. "Ohh, look. She's
beautiful," is said by Cat in a hushed voice as she smiles at the
newly hatched green.
Kiyana oh's a little, the sound audible only to those next to her as
she sees the green hatch, "She's adorable, isn't she." she says softly
as she shifts from foot to foot.
Everin permits himself a short, steady frisson, then firms. "I see
her," he mutters back to Hotohori, and if his voice cracks, what of
it?
Sarai is looking further away at the Moonlit Tranquility Egg but
hears the gasps and the squeek. "Wh- OH!" Her eyes flick to the green.
"Wow..."
Deresh jumps as the first egg hatches and squeezes Celebanna's hand
in what is probably a painfully tight grip.
The handsome Igen holder squeezes Nadia's hand, and nods toward the
newly hatched green, trying to direct her attention. The tall raven-
haired lass gawks openly, jaw dropping in surprise at such beauty.
Laurene, her robe's hem swaying with the swaying of her body, remains
every quiet. She watches the eggs, watches the dragonettes fight to
enter the world, and yet she remains a bit apart from it all.
Macami draws in her breath. "Oh, Tivu will adore her!" She smiles
excitedly at Siara and Elen and tugs at Siara's arm.
Jaegon gasps in delight. "Look at her...she's everything in the world!"
he murmurs. The drop of sweat gets wiped off with a quick motion of
his shoulder, but his eyes never leave the green.
Silvon jerks his head as an egg shatters, but turns his gaze away
dismissively as he sees it is just a green. One foot, then the other,
alternates being picked up and carefully put down. "Shells and shards,
it's hot," he mutters to Jarnyx.
Siara gazes at the little green happily. "Ohhh...she's beautiful!"
Grace Denied Egg finally just jerks twice, the life within struggling
fiercely to free itself.
Maraczek forgets to breathe, staring at the hatchling. One hand rises
to wipe the sweat from his brow and smear his hair back into place.
He sucks down a breath, and looks sideays at Jaegon. "So *small*..."
K'tel chuckles at Macami's comment, lifting a hand to brush his hair
back.
Sunlit Fields Green Dragonet shakes herself, some residue of egg-
membrane flying from her still glistening hide. Instead of surging
forward as some dragonets are prone to do she stares around herself
somewhat curiously. She turns her head to look down at herself and it
is then she notices something terrible: she is very hungry and she
needs to find the one that loves her and that she will love!
Cozied Quilt Egg jerks merrily back and forth, making new depressions
in the sand. Whatever is inside seems to be having a good time.
Finally, a smile tugs at Laurene's mouth as she watches the grace
denied egg. The struggles of its occupant touches her.
Jarnyx shuffles his feet restlessly, like a runner at the start of a
race, it's rider restraining in from passing the starting line. His
eyes haven't yet left the green, though he does not speak again. Just
watches.
Catalina releases the breath she unconciously contained longer than
necessary, actually giggling at Cozied. "Lookit, it's dancing or
something."
Hotohori watches the green lurch, then stare, him doing a bit of the
same for a moment, before he takes a step back. "Well... at least
she's not running." Yet.
Sarai looks at the green dragon, and then the other eggs. Skipping
one foot to the other, she squeezes Kyliven's hand. "Lookit. She's so
tiny..."
Kyliven rubs her hands against her robe again, this time, however,
she attempts to bring Sarai with her. The other girl gets an
apologetic smile as she watches the green, waiting for the little
beauty to make her move.
Arthan searches out Lyndra's face among the other candidates,
lingering the gaze
Everin stares at the green, blinks back to the clutch, to the
Candidates. A daze slips its soft mask over his face, and his jaw
muscles slacken around the reply: "No ... but the eggs are still
moving." Everything is.
Grace Denied Egg twists again, seemingly trying to bury itself rather
than break free now.
Kiyana chuckles just a faint bit as she nods, watching the eggs and
the hatchling with wide eyes, 'Yeah, or something."
Silvon sucks in a huge breath, making a face at the heat in the air.
He watches eggs pop softly, brightening as he spots one dragonette,
frowning slightly at another, some system known only to himself.
Catalina giggles at Kiyana. "Well what do /you/ think it's doing?" she
asks mock challengingly, doing her absolute best to mask her nervous
feelings.
Laurene seeks out Kiyana with her gaze and flashes a brief smile. The
core of ice that's surrounded Laurene for the last several days slowly
seems to be melting.
Nadia wets her lips with a quick flash of her tongue, as she directs
her gaze toward the hands clasped between her and the other. Better
not to watch.
Maraczek senses "Jaegon looks calm, maybe, but your hand is getting
just as squished as if it was in a smith's vise."
Cozied Quilt Egg tips to the left, spins, tips to the right, and
spins again before settling into a cheery back and forth of little
jerks.
Hotohori watches Grace -- that egg-- before his gaze darts back to
the green. "And it never stops," is uttered, though he has chosen to
remain still for the moment.
Elen lest her eyes flicker over the dragonet and then the egss, before
reasting on the candidates, with a caring intent.
Grace Denied Egg bangs several times, a sharp sound coming from
within. Several more twists in seeming frustration pull it from its
sandy hollow, rolling into one of its other clutch brethren.
Sunlit Fields Green Dragonet knows her purpose now but takes her time.
No impatience here as she first has to figure out how that walking
thing has to be done. She spreads her wings that quickly dried, as if
for stability, then takes a few steps. It works!
Brilliance sparks a moment, fleeting, along the surface of the Grace
Denied Egg.
Everin winces, looks at a different egg, safer.
Dust-shadowed and quiet, the Grace Denied Egg shifts along its hillock,
first slow, then with more vigor. As it tumbles downwards, end over end,
it shatters, leaving forlorn shards in its wake.
Catalina giggles. "See? It's dancing." And this is said in a firm tone
that indicates Cat is not in the mood to be argued with. She watches
Cozied for another moment with an amused smile before the green
recaptures her attention and she falls silent again, awestruck.
The deep, earthy browns speckling his headknobs and ridges connote
promise, the contract of fertile soil and life renewing. Whorls of
umber and chestnut commingle with the sharp lines of his egg-starved
frame, absorbing the light deeply until the glow seems to come from
within; a dustier sienna shadows his narrow wings, drier and stretched
to their limits. Towards the base the lines blur, thickening muscle
hiding skeletal bulk that is solid and well formed and his tail extends
sinuously, as though seeking its own level of measure.
Cozied Quilt Egg tips to the left, spins, tips to the right, and spins
again before settling into a cheery back and forth of little jerks.
Hotohori watches the green, fingers wiped absently along his robe,
before he spies that egg again, before he peers. "It hatched." Indeed,
it did. "Wha...?"
Kiyana uhhs a little and hmmms, "Trying to hatch." she says with a
cheeky grin before her eyes drift back to the hatchling and then the
moving eggs, then once more back to the gold egg, least until a crack
signals the hatching of a brown, "Oh...."
Sarai grins at Kyliven, rubbing her own sweeting hands on her robe,
"Lookit... Faranth... It's it's... Undescribabale," she finally blurts,
eyes wide and brilliantly green-gold. Another foot skip, and Sarai
wriggles her left foot, sending a tiny spray of sand away from her foot.
"Oh! A brown!"
Desert Mirage Egg shifts in its mound, centered and apart. It's subtle,
though, discernable only by the trails of sand that stream away from it.
Laurene's bottom lip is caught between teeth as the brown emerges into
the world. Her gaze tracks his motions as the shards of his egg fall
away from him. She holds her breath, unaware that she's doing so.
Elen now has two dagonets to watch, and her eyes have to start working
more quickly.
Everin broods at the brown. "He's so thin," he finally says, then peeks
back at the green. Then at the clutch. Then the ring of faces and robes,
settling on Laurene. A pensive smile: fighting dragon, there.
Catalina freezes, voice cracking. "A brown," she mutters, a tiny smile
appearing on her face. "He's so handsome, look at him Kiya."
Kyliven's gaze jerks from the dainty green to the painfully thin brown.
"I see him! Isn't he /handsome/? I bet he's starving, though," she adds
thoughtfully, head cocked to one side. "Poor boy. Hope he Impresses
quick."
Deresh ahhhs as the brown shatters free, mid roll, "What about that one,
Celebanna, isn't he wonderful?"
Jaegon completely misses the brown, focused as he is on the green. His
eyes are brilliant, and he readies himself to move out of the way if
she charges. If the brown charges, he might be in trouble.
Jarnyx glances to the hatching egg, eyes widening as the little brown
emerges, then eyes go back to the green beauty, watching her fumbling
attempts at her first steps with concern that almost outweighs his
nervousness.
The hand in Nadia's stiffens with the sight of the brown. Smiling, she
glances up to watch the expression on the Igen holder's face, so rapt
he is. Curious, the tall girl glances about, and she too stiffens at
the sight of the lovely dragon.
Kiyana gasps a bit as the sand from around the gold egg slides a bit
across her feet, "It moved." she says, tugging on Catalina's hand, "It
moved." she says, repeating herself.
Silvon shifts burning feet again, frown flashing across his brow
before smoothing back to wide-eyed, well, yes, wonder. Spotting the
brown, he considers it, watching.
More mirage-like than ever, the Desert Mirage Egg shifts again,
quivering, trembling. /Alive/.
Hotohori continues to shift to the other side, before he mentions,
"Thin or no, look at that color." This, to Everin, as the candidate
stills once again. Head tilts, brown and green, both watched with a
careful eye.
Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet is free! Wings spread, his neck, still wet
with the last traces of egg, comes up. Eagerly looking around, he
drinks in his surrounding, whirling eyes stop at his sire and dam
before turning to eye the line of candidates. Surely one will suit.
Catalina hmms?, eyes locked on the brown. "What moved?" She couldn't
care less about the gold right now, strangely.
Cozied Quilt Egg starts to rock back and forth determinedly now,
rattling with all its might.
Sarai nods, one braid freeing itself and spilling along the side of
her face. "They're all moving too fast," she whispers, a touch annoyed
and a whole swab of delighted. Then her eyes tripple in size. "Look!
Look! The gold egg!" She points with her shared hand with Kyliven.
K'tel squeezes Katany's hand, directing her attention to the gold egg,
"It moved. Won't be long."
Maraczek watches with sharp eyes, feet moving in a rhythm now to ward
off the heat. He glances to Jaegon, and releases his grip a bit,
hissing a whisper. "Leggo, you can't drag me if something happens.."
Sunlit Fields Green Dragonet stops at the first group of tiny white
things standing in a circle around the gold egg. She sniffs curiously
but they don't seem to be food. A strange noise, is it a sigh, and then
she moves on to the boys. No food, and worse, no loved one amongst the
girls.
Laurene remains where she is, still. The held breath is let out slowly,
and another is taken. In, out, in, out. Breathing is important. She
wipes suddenly sweaty hands against the white fabric of her robe.
Avroth turns, looking as a brown emerges. A soft chuff of pride before
he returns to scanning the entire clutch.
Kyliven glances away from the hatchlings towards the gold egg. "Moved?"
She takes an unconscious step backwards, then with a firm shake of her
head, returns to Sarai's side. "Where'd that green go?"
Kiyana points with her free hand as the gold egg moves again, "It's
Moving Cata." she says, voice rising a bit as her eyes get a bit wider
than before, attention on the gold egg as it's now moving.
Everin, not nearly as talented with his eyes, has to sweep his head
back and forth, scything attention with quick, strained strokes.
"He's gooey, too," he offers, then shies. Is the green coming here,
away from the girls?
Jaegon turns loose of Maraczek's hand, muttering an apology.
Katany squeezes back, taking a deep breath. "I hope so. I want to
.know. already."
Siara nods, "Brown...there's isn't a blue yet is there?" she mutters
to Macami and Elen.
Hotohori spies the green, watching the green, before he wrinkles his
nose. "Gooey?" He didn't need that, as feet shift, green watched as
she moves away from that tiny ring of girls about the gold egg.
Elen shakes her head to Siara. "No dear, not yet."
Catalina sighs in resignation as Kiyana demands her attention, peering
at the gold egg and shaking her head. "I didn't see it move..maybe
it'll move again soon?" she tries.
Silvon doesn't notice the green, evidently having dismissed her at
first sight. He watches the other eggs intently, focused on them,
forgetting to breath before sucking in deep breaths.
Arthan's attempt at dignified immobility is somewhat marred as the
warm sand forces him to shuffle his feet.
Jarnyx shifts his weight as the green approaches the boys, eyeing her
with wariness, ready to move if she should make a sudden lunge. He
spares a short glance for the brown to check that's nowhere near -
yet. Then watches the greens again, scrubbing his sweaty palms against
his robe.
Celebanna cranes her neck to peek at the green, cautiously watching
it.
Nadia casts her gaze away, not looking at either, but rather
concentrating on a dragon perched high above on a ledge. There stands
a magnificant green from a past hatching, and a male rider grins from
ear to ear down at her.
Siara nods impatiently, straining to see it all at once, still
clinging to the hands of the Weyrlingmaster and her fellow Candidate
Coordinator.
Desert Mirage Egg rocks more decisively, and light refracts from the
granular brilliance of its shell. Dreamlike.
Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet turns and sets off purposefully. A line
is made directly for that crescent of girls. No wait, the cluster of
boys to the right. Pausing to reevaluate, he then heads towards a
black haired young lad.
Sarai squeezes Kyliven's hand, "She- she's by the boys," her eyes
narrow. Sarai looks at the gold egg and then the brown dragonette.
Then the gold egg.
Everin bites his lip on future stray comments and keeps his eyes as
firmly on the green -- the brown? -- both!
Cozied Quilt Egg batters itself back and forth, the web of fine
cracks growing and spreading slowly.
Kyliven cranes her neck past Sarai's taller form, trying to discern
where that green's gotten to. "And there's the brown, too!" she
exclaims while tugging on Sarai's hand. "He's by the boys as well!"
Laurene, despite the tugging on her sleeve by a holder girl who
stands next to her, watches the brown as he moves in his search.
Disappointment radiates from her frame as he shifts his direction
towards the boys, though she seeks out his goal curiously with her
eyes.
Blue eyes narrow as Cat finally catches the movement of the queen egg.
"Wow, look..it /did/ move," she says more in interest than anything
else.
Deresh ahhs, slowly, as the green makes her way towards the boys, she
leans forward, to follow her progress.
Kiyana looks at Catalina briefly as the gold egg moves again, "See,
it's moving." she says in a soft voice, looking ready to take several
steps back if the egg starts to move like the other ones are/
Maraczek absently rubs his hand, letting the returning blood pioneer
into the digits, getting the pins and needles done with as quickly as
possible. Feet shift, and he rubshis forehead against his shoulder to
clear the sweat stinging his eyes free.
Elen is just wating...waiting for the time when she will be needed.
Sunlit Fields Green Dragonet has been gaining ground slowly and stands
in front of the male candidates. There, a blond lad. She seems to butt
her head against his legs, but wait, he does not smell right Her
unusual calmness for such a young dragonet seems to evaporate. He's
here, but where? There! The light of her life! She feels the pull of
his soul, and starts flapping her wingsails, spraying sand. Emerald
eyes, how fitting that he has eyes of this colour. And he seems to
adore her! She stands at his feet, not faltering now that she has
found him.
Sweet, silken green infuses your thoughts, your mind, your heart:
<< J'on! >> She's all there is and all there ever would be. Whatever
you were before, she's now part of it, flashing brilliant in your
dark corners, and assuring you never /never/ that you'll be alone -- or
without joy -- for /here/ is your home.
<< My name is Linneth, J'on. >>.
Hotohori watches the green and brown, green and brown, green and...
"Jaegon." He doesn't say anymore, the green left from mind before he
peers back now to the more immediate inquiry, the brown.
Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet stops again and looks about. So many
looking at him, so many to see. All of them are interesting but
/there/! That one, looking! That one is special. He moves to
investigate, almost at a trot now.
Celebanna blinks, and nudges deresh motioning to Jaegon, a
delighted surprise on her face.
Kyliven squeaks again. "Jaegon! Jaegon! You Impressed!" As if he
didn't already know that. All her attention is towards the boys;
gold egg, moving or not, is ignored. For now.
Jarnyx glances to Jaegon with an enormous grin. "Jaegon! Yes!" He
steps back from the other candidate, moving closer to Silvon, eyes
snapping to check the whereabouts of the brown.
Kiyana ohs softly as she notices the green pause in front of someone,
"Oh, look What's her name Jaegon?"
K'tel grins, watching Jaegon and the green, "There. Good."
Silvon shifts, skittering away from the green near him, a flash of
annoyance marring his features. An eyebrow arches as he sees her go
to Jaegon, considering, then he turns back to the rest of the
Hatching, throat moving as he swallows, hard.
Siara clutches Elen and Macami tighter, "Is - is that green looking at
Jaegon?" she whispers, her voice full of hope.
Everin starts. "Jaegon? --J'gon," he corrects himself on a wave of
amazement, wistful regret. "She's a lovely--" But that brown's still
out there. And /trotting,/ so help the mall.
J'on blinks. Once. Twice. His face pales, and then a huge rush of
color seems to indicate he's about to pass out. He drops Jarnyx and
Maraczek's hands, falling to his knees in front of her. "Linneth!"
he shouts! then softer "Oh, Linneth, I've waited for you so long, so
long.."
Rubbing at one eye, Maraczek takes a step away from Jaegon, smiling
quietly to himself. He rubs his nose, then, hands moving back and
forth gainst his robe.
Elen watches, holding her breath as the green stops by Jaegon, she
waits for a suitable moment to make sure she is correct, before
helping the new pair.
Katany grins. "Jaela will be pleased."
Sarai's eyes are on the brown and the gold egge, darting back and
forth. Kyliven's squeek allert her, "Jaegon?" Her head snaps to look
over and Sarai bubbels, "Jaegon!"
Deresh turns as Celebanna nudges her attention tot he here and now
and grins, "She chose Jaegon!"
Catalina gapes at Jaegon, jaw muscles the only muscles in her body
that are slack at all. "/Jae/!" is said exclaimed incrediously and
proudly, smiles broadening.
Laurene's mouth thins out as she rises up on tiptoe, trying to see
where the brown's attention has moved to now. A faint frown mars her
features, concentration.
K'tel nods, still smiling, "Oh, yes, she will be."
Ripples mar the surface of the Cozied Quilt egg.
Macami bounces as if the sand were burning her feet. "It's Jaelove,
oh, it's Jaelove! Hooray." She grins all over her face.
Nadia hears the name wafting through the cavern in a tone of
congradulations and casts about, searching for the impressed pair. A
grin pulling her cheeks wide, she adds her own shout, "Jaegon!"
T'dry pulls his hand free of Faerysa's and claps loudly as the first
impressions are made. "Jaegon got green!"
Shell volleying outwards, the Cozied Quilt egg splinters into a mass
of messy, large shards. A moment's fight more and even its base is
destroyed, if more finely, scattering red and green across the sands.
Desert Mirage Egg definitely digs itself a hole, now, sending the sand
cascading away from it.
Clean lines delineate the imperious wedge of his head, highlight the
misty blue of his muzzle, and shade towards silvered grey-blue as they
arch upwards to water-smoothed headknobs. Small and fluid, that
luminous, cornflower hue leaves a trail along his ridges and even pools
in reflective shallows along his wingsails, allowing the spars to
darken into somber cadet; clear shadings, ringed like early-rain
droplets, pattern the rest of his hide with morning dew's glistening.
Although finely-boned, his delicate frame is not fragile: instead, his
movements hold a strength and sensitivity that's honed to fluxes as
shifting as the pigments of his hide.
Siara's hand flies to her mouth, tears filling her eyes. "Jaegon -
J'on!"
Faerysa laughs, delighted. "Oh /wonderful/. I know he's pleased."
Elen moves to insure that J'on will get safely from the sand with the
lovely green, grining broadly as she does so.
Kiyana blinks and turns as the gold egg demands her attention again
with it's movement, though her gaze moves around at the sound of
another breaking shell and she sighs a bit as she sees the blue, "They
are all so lovely."
Attention can't be held to any one place anymore, Catalina is riveted
by everything taking place around her now. The movement of the gold egg,
the hatching of the blue, the advancing of the brown, everything. "It's
all happening so fast..."
Macami shakes her head. "J'on, now that's something." She smiles
happily.
Jarnyx is following the movement of the brown with his eyes, then they
go to the newly hatched blue. His face breaks into a grin. "Now
/there's/ a handsome lad" he murmurs to Silvon.
Sarai looks at the brown and then, passing her gaze to the gold egge,
she sees the blue erupt, "Oh wow... Look at him... He's so- wow..."
She sighs and does the age old candidate shuffel.
Kyliven claps her hands, then squeezes them together. "Sarai! Look at
that blue! He's so.. He'
J'on shakes himself, rather as Linneth did to rid herself of shell,
and beams imparitally around. To the other candidates. To the dragons.
To the weyrfolk. And his eyes flick up to his mother on the ledges,
where she and Ladonyth watch..before he says "C'mon, Linneth. Let's get
you off the sands and where you can eat!"
You help Linneth to a better spot.
You stride into the narrow tunnel leading to the Weyrling Barracks.
Weyrling Barracks(#1745RAJLa)
This massive cavern is connected to the main bowl of the Weyr by a
short, yet large tunnel. Some weyrlings might complain that the
tunnel lets in too much sand and wind, but never in the presence of
the Weyrlingmaster! The walls of the cavern are patterned with the
swirled sandstone that's unique to this region, and although the
cavern provides some respite from the heat of the desert, the warm
yellow and red colours seem sometimes to enhance the weather. Couches,
worn smooth by the hides of many young dragons, line the eastern wall
of the cavern, each accompanied by a cot. In the eastern corner a
study area has been set up, with scrolls, a few long tables, and
benches.
The tunnel leading out opens at the southwestern end of the cavern.
Contents:
M'verick
Chore Board(#11579SVs$)
Firelizard Perch(#6952Jae)
Obvious exits:
Bowl
On the Sands, Hotohori watches as a blue emerges, breath inhaled, but
never released, until the head prevents it to be otherwise. "Too fast,"
is noted, mostly for his own benefit.
On the Sands, Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet makes his way out of the
broken shell, pausing in the struggle to regard it curiously and pokes
at it with his muzzle inquisitively, pausing again, and then giving it
another shove. Abandoning the shell, he turns to a better game, trying
to drag himself through the sands.
You set Linneth to rights gently.
On the Sands, Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet is oblivious to the
scattering candidates as he heads directly for the crescent of girls
again, not pausing at all now. A casual sniff and odd look is shot at
those he passes, but all are quickly ignored. The special one is closer
now and he slows, thin neck twisting to evaluate each in turn as he
passes.
On the Sands, Celebanna blinks at the blue, the brown. And the gold
egg twitching. She squeezes the two hands, as if giving yet asking
for reassurance somehow.
On the Sands, Everin pulls his attention raggedly around to the
clutch. "Blue," he comments faithfully to Hotohori, shuffling. "That
brown /is/ moving fast, isn't he? Can they do that? /Should/ they do
that?"
On the Sands, Desert Mirage Egg cracks, ever so faintly. Barely
preceptible, but it's there. Oh yes.
On the Sands, Deresh spies the hatched blue and grins, "Oh, now he's
a pretty one."
On the Sands, Elen watches J'on and Linneth leave, soft smile playing
on her lips through the worry and then looks back to the other
dragonets.
M'verick smiles warmly to J'on and Linneth as they step inside the
Barracks. "Well, hello weyrling." Clearly pleased the greenrider
hands over a large bowl of meat scraps to the dazed lad. "make sure
that you remind her to -chew-." Is M'verick's firm advice.
On the Sands, Catalina starts to tug on Kiyana's hand. "Looklook, the
brown is coming over here!" she announces ecstatically, eyes widening
once more.
On the Sands, Again, Laurene's breath is held as the brown moves back
into the semicircle of women. Pure wanting is the only way to describe
the expression that crosses her features as she watches his movements.
On the Sands, Kiyana gasps a little as the brown comes close, "What is
he doing, Catalina? Should we move?"
On the Sands, Siara sniffles, wiping her eyes with the back of a hand
as the first pair leave the sands, and then her eyes drift to the
blue. "Oh!" she nods approvingly.
J'on guides Linneth over, helping her when her wing fouls on her tail.
"Right. Chew." The dazed expression on his face indicates you probably
did the right thing to remind him.
On the Sands, Kyliven shuffles behind Sarai to the girl's other side,
mindful of warnings not to move quickly. From her new vantage point
it's easier to see the pile of rocking eggs and not just focus on the
gold. "They're both so handsome, aren't they?"
On the Sands, Sarai looks at the blue and sighs, then her eyes hit the
brown as it looks at the women. A gulp. Then a squueze of Kyliven's
hand. "Be carefull..." Sarai slips to her toes, mincing at the heat.
On the Sands, Deresh stands her ground, "just stand still. Don't move,"
she says, loud enough for Catalina to hear her.
On the Sands, Hotohori shakes his head. "You're asking the wrong
person," is gotten out, as the candidate shifts, watching that brown
slow in his movements. Where will he go? And better yet, who will he
go to?
On the Sands, Arthan's face is study in wonder as he watches the newest
dragon and rider.
On the Sands, Maraczek remembers to stand up straight, feet still
shifting their regular rhythm. He watches the sands, lips moving in
an emotional array, quivering though they hold their smile.
M'verick grins again, keeping a close eye on the new pair while
glancing now and then out to the sands to see who else is coming in.
On the Sands, Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet finds! That one there! Copper
colored round things top its form. This is the one!
On the Sands, Elen rocks ever so slightly, just causing a slight
tremor and shifting in position.
On the Sands, Macami idly dismisses the blue and focusses her attention
on the brown, with an approving nod.
On the Sands, Catalina bites her lower lip and nods vigorously at
Deresh, firmly planting her feet and staying perfectly immobile.
On the Sands, The Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet gazes into Laurene's
eyes.
J'on grabs a few gobbets of meat. "Now, pay attention, love. This is
chewing." He demonstrates. "Show me how you do it, and then I'll let
you try it with something that'll fill your belly."
On the Sands, Katany grins. "Laurene. Lovely."
On the Sands, Jarnyx points to Laurene, tugging at Silvon's hand.
"Look, Laurene Impressed!"
On the Sands, Laurene's wide blue eyes fixate upon the brown's.
"Idrelth!" Her tone is triumphant, joyous.
On the Sands, Sarai looks at the brown and where it's stopped, "Oh!
Laurene!" She points and tugs Kyliven a bit as she does so.
On the Sands, Faerysa's smile widens, delighted. "Oh, they /suit/."
On the Sands, Everin shudders a sigh and finds a grin, a pure,
delighted grin. "Oh, she got it, Hoto, look -- no gold for her!"
On the Sands, Deresh heys as the brown choses from the female ranks,
"Oh Laurene, "She gushes, "He's perfect!"
On the Sands, Kyliven's feet have noticed the heat, even if she
hasn't. She fidgets from foot to foot, glancing around at all the
furor and so misses Laurene's Impression.
On the Sands, Celebanna gasps blinking at Laurene, "Oh my." quickly,
she adverts her eyes peering at the other eggs and hatchlings.
On the Sands, Hotohori pauses as the brown stops at Laurene... a
smile comes and goes, before his attention shifts to the moving blue.
No time for congratuations; dragons are on the move. "Indeed.. none
for her."
On the Sands, Cat's face falls for a moment, but her disappointed
facial expression is lifted again with happiness for her fellow
hopeful-gone-Weyrling. "Laurene, that's a beautiful name..."
On the Sands, Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet dips his head to study
his claws and the marks they make on the sand and then gives a
curious warble,starting at the sound of his own voice, and moving
more quickly as if something is now chasing him. Twisting and
struggling across the sands as he tries out various combinations of
limbs he nearly bumps into groups of - what /are/ those big tall
things? He manages to get his legs and wings working well enough to go
find out.
On the Sands, T'dry just shakes his head, nervously biting his lip. He,
too, is on his toes, smiling and ducking his head from side to side to
see what's going on.
On the Sands, Macami applauds. "Yeah, the brown chose Laurene. Solid
material." She grins.
On the Sands, K'tel nods slowly, smiling.
On the Sands, Kiyana gasps a little and ohs softly, "Oh Laurene,
congrats." she says as she wipes her face, is that just sweat she's
wiping away, or tears as well as she turns to look at the blue and the
eggs in front of her.
On the Sands, Laurene smiling fit to split her face, she levers the
awkward dragonette into her arms. "Food. Yes. Now." She glances around,
not really seeing faces, plaintively, "Please?"
On the Sands, Shimmering against the sands, the Desert Mirage Egg moves
almost within the line of sight, decisive but dreamlike.
On the Sands, Cracking a tenuously narrow line down one side, flakes
scatter off the surface of the Desert Mirage Egg, and it finally breaks
apart to release first a golden wingspar before it collapses completely
inwards.
On the Sands, Silvon blinks at the tug, then grins faintly. "Yeah,
well, good for her." He turns back to the eggs, shifting feet against
the heat of the sands.
M'verick fills another bowl with the meatscraps and waits near the
entrance for Laurene and Idrelth.
On the Sands, Long of limb and limber in line, this fledgling queen's
hide shines brilliantly, vibrantly gold, but a hue tempered by the
stain of saffron and undertones of resinous umber. Showy, broad-sailed
wings arch high in a wash of diaphanous marigold, darkening to
verdigris along the ailerons and at the base; that same transparent
sunflower shade lines the softer curve of her underbelly and neck,
although it glitters bright citrine along the slope of her withers
and ridges. Unabashedly resilient, intense derring-do shows in the
scintillant glint of her eyes, as well as the nacreous scythe of her
talons.
On the Sands, Elen moves to assist Laurene
On the Sands, Laurene helps Idrelth to a better spot.
On the Sands, Laurene strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.
Laurene strides in from the Sands.
On the Sands, Siara smiles, watching Laurene, "I like that name.
Idrelth."
On the Sands, Nadia attempts to watch everything at once, but doesn't
manage, and gives up to watch the sands that dwell beneath her feet.
Laurene sets Idrelth to rights gently.
On the Sands, K'tel points with his free hand, excitedly, "There she
is. A beauty!"
On the Sands, Kyliven giggles at the blue, again dragging at Sarai's
patient arm. "Lookit him! He's just like a baby feline!" Reaction not
what she wanted, she turns to see... the gold. "Wow," she breathes.
"Wo-ow."
On the Sands, Hotohori winces as the gold emerges, a low whistle
coming from him. "Jays," is finally uttered, before he peers at the
blue. No threat from the gold, but the blue is something else entirely.
Linneth demonstrates that she can, indeed, chew. J'on beams with pride
as he feeds her gobbets of meat, one at a time. He does it fast enough
she doesn't complain, but he does try to keep from choking her.
On the Sands, Everin shakes his head sharply: back to the watching.
"We're still here, after all," he mutters, and while he peeks at the
gold, because he can, because he must, he moves his eyes on, to the
eggs still remaining.
On the Sands, Avroth shifts slightly away from Irianth, pushing up
with his forelimbs to see from on high. His gaze trails after the
brown and his new found lifemate as they make their way off the sands.
On the Sands, Kiyana gasps as the gold hatches and she tugs sharply
on Catalina's hand, "Cata, it Hatched." she says, stating the very
obvious as she fights to keep from stepping back as the queen uncurls
from her shards.
On the Sands, With the brown dragon's lifemate found, Catalina drags
her attention towards the blue... But a flash of gold catches her eye
and she goes rigid. "Oh..Faranth.." She steps back a pace, lower lip
catching in her teeth.
On the Sands, Maraczek watches Laurene, smile still held onto his
features as she goes. His head turns to glance at the newest splash
of color, and bites down on both of his lips to stay quiet.
On the Sands, Deresh is watching Laurene and Idrelth leave as the gold
hatches, subtly. It's not til she turns back that she notices the
newly hatched queen.
On the Sands, Jarnyx hears the crack of the gold egg -and for a moment
his eyes go to the girls. A smile of sympathy, then he goes back to
watching the blue, though stealing glances occasionally at the gold
beauty, curious as to which of his friends she will choose.
On the Sands, Sarai turns and then just gapes as the gold egg hatches.
Her mouth moves, no words, and her hand allmost crushes Kyliven's. A
squeek from her throat hits somewhere around an F sharp.
On the Sands, Macami smiles. "Well, I prefer names with three
syllables. But it's a good name."
On the Sands, Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet flips her wings to her back,
steadying herself onto her feet. Speading those showy wings a bit, her
hide twitches, showing shards -- and she takes the moment to observe,
before her steps take her decisively /forward/.
On the Sands, Siara shivers, gazing at the gold, and then turns to
regard the blue again, nodding absently to Macami, her hand still
holding tightly to the other riders.
M'verick smiles to Laurene and Idrelth while carefully handing over
the bowl of meat to the young weyrling, "Welcome to your new life as a
weyrling." He makes sure the girl has her hands around the bowl before
drawing back, "Make sure to remind him to 'chew', don't let him choke
in his haste."
On the Sands, Katany lets her breath out. "Well, she did manage to
hatch."
On the Sands, Celebanna regards the queen hatchling with a long look,
mouth hung open as she watches it's progress. Realizing her mouth's
agape, she closes it.
On the Sands, Nature's Precipice Egg rocks ever so slightly, just
causing a slight tremor and shifting in position.
On the Sands, Macami gets all excited again as she spots the gold.
"Oh, what a sight!" Siara's hand gets squeezed again.
J'on isn't trying to be rude, really he's not. But he's so absorbed
in Linneth, the answer to his dreams, he's not even noticed her
brother and his new lifemate arrive.
On the Sands, Silvon blinks, then lets out a long, low whistle.
"Shells and shards, she's a pretty one and knows it, doesn't she?" he
says to no one in particular, managing a grin at the gold hatchling.
On the Sands, T'dry is nearly beaming with pride, grinning from ear
to ear. "This is so..so..." He, yes, even he, for once, is at loss
for words."
On the Sands, Elen sighs a little as she tries to keep up and help
those new pairs as they keep forming.
On the Sands, Sweat trickles down from Cat's forehead, a few escaped
tendrils of golden-brown hair clinging to her colorless face,
features frozen in fear. "She's..she's.." Words fail her, for once.
On the Sands, Kyliven stares unabashedly at the gold, mouth open and
scarcely breathing. For all she said she didn't want the gold, things
re different when she's Right There in front of a girl.
On the Sands, Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet waddles along with scant
gracefulness, peering curiously at each candidate, appearing to enjoy
himself immensely. What a charming game this is! He studies a group of
boys, flapping his wings excitedly as he discovers that he can, and
then moves on to share this exciting news with the next group nearby.
On the Sands, Hotohori winces, though mostly from a bit of hot sand
entering his sandals. He shifts, letting it drain from one foot, and to
the other, before he takes a step back, blue spied on the move, gold
surrounded.
On the Sands, Deresh loosk sideways, down the row of girls, of which
she is standing on the end of. And then back tot the gold. Teh blue is
barely psared a glance, now that the queen has commanded her ttention.
On the Sands, Sarai feet suddenly skip up as the heat reasserts itself,
"She's sure..." Voice tight with delight, Sarai's eyes flicker with
amazment. A fast glance to the blue sees it heading to the bows, and
she skips her feet again. "Ow," she hisses, and flicks a loose braid
back out of her face.
On the Sands, Everin keeps watching that waddling blue fixedly,
studying him in return. Weight shifts to the left foot; right hand
swipes at his brow. "It /is/ fast," he finally tells Hotohori. "I feel
like I'm ... drowning in it."
On the Sands, Arthan glances at Hotohori as he moves then his attention
goes back to the dragonets and their progress.
On the Sands, Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet takes her trek early, steps
even and well-spaced. No dilly-dallying for her, no: she's energetic,
direct -- but still curious as those faceted eyes take in everyone and
everything. She half-stubles but rights herself quickly, without too
much of a flail.
M'verick helps a young girl from the weavercraft with her oversized
blue, showing her that she need not be afraid of those snapping jaws.
It only takes a moment and the girl gets the jest of it.
On the Sands, Kiyana nods and starts to shake sweat out of her eyes,
"Yeah." is all she says in response to Catalina as she watches the
gold, eyes wide and round as she continues to shift from foot to foot
as she keeps her eyes on the gold.
On the Sands, Maraczek catches the movement of the blue, turning to
watch the dragonet in some wonder. Feet rise and fall within the
sandals, to let some cooling air under the baking soles.
On the Sands, Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet begins to waddle and
flap more urgently. What's that funny empty feeling in his stomach?
That's not such a fun game at all! He begins to peer at the
candidates more intently as he bounces along, looking and looking.
One of them is supposed to play this game with him!
On the Sands, Faerysa leans against Irianth's side, her smile upturned:
she /watches/, and her mate's look is pretty close, too.
On the Sands, Silvon ignores the gold; she's not for him. He watches a
dark bronze hatchling intently, face falling as he goes to a tall boy
from the Minecraft. Yet, there's more eggs still unhatched, and he
watches intently, sparing only an amazed glance for his tightly
clenched fist as he wipes at his sweaty forehead.
On the Sands, Nature's Precipice Egg is now rocking in wide sweeping
motions from side to side, with as much grace as an egg can, causing a
large silhouette on the sands.
On the Sands, Katany watches the gold uneasily, lips pressed tight
together.
On the Sands, Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet pauses and looks
directly at a group of girls, making his awkward way right up to the
slightly plump one with the pretty rose-brown eyes.
On the Sands, Nadia gives the queen a glance, unable to do anything
else but, and simply smiles, murmuring to the lad at her side, "She's
lovely, of course. I'd just bet she will find a perfect lifemate as
well. The next weyrwoman." He nods his agreement, and regards her as
well, curious as to who she will pick.
Linneth noses J'on for more. He murmurs "You can't eat too fast. It'll
make our tummy...your tummy hurt worse than hunger does. Slower,
love." But he keeps feeding her quickly.
On the Sands, Unblemished Bystander Egg wobbles slightly, a bare ghost
of a motion.
On the Sands, Transfixed on the young queen, Cat gasps silently as the
beauty takes a spill, relief loosening her jaw slightly. Slightly. Now
that she's stepped back, she doesn't have the nerve to move forward,
but she's completely taken with the gold.
On the Sands, Hotohori watches as the blue seeks a playmate, the gold
only given a quick glance as gaze finally rivet upon a moving egg. Or
three. He's not sure, as he mutters to Everin, "Drowning in that, and
sweat."
On the Sands, Sarai's thin lips quirk into a smile as the gold moves.
"Kyli, look..." A faint sigh and Sarai rolls her tense shoulders back,
carefully (and barely audiably) popping them.
On the Sands, Kyliven stares at the gold and her posing, faint smile
on her lips. "She's /beautiful/. Prettier'n Siavath." High ledges get
a quick, guilty glance at that before she turns back to the sands.
On the Sands, K'tel squeezes Katany's hand gently, leaning closer to
murmur, "She'll do fine. Relax."
On the Sands, Deresh shuffles her fett, realising that she's not moved
since LAurene Impresse. Once again, her eyes flick to the line of
female candidates, and to the two dragons perusing them.
On the Sands, Everin sighs and scrubs again. "I need a bath," he says
with some fastidious despair. "--Oh, the blue, Hoto, look at the blue,
there--"
On the Sands, T'dry is a contrast to Faerysa's coolness. He /bounces/!
Jumping two, three times for a better look, then pacing, all the while
wearing his silly grin. Pausing to give Faerysa a five second shoulder
massage, he turns back to the clutch, overexcitement plainly evident.
On the Sands, The Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet gazes into Kyliven's
eyes.
On the Sands, Jarnyx watches the blue head for the girls. "There he
goes. He knows what he wants" Then his eyes snap to the unblemished
Bystander egg. "That's the egg...I thought...that day we came to touch
the eggs..." he falls silent again.
M'verick returns to filling bowls with meat, handing them to the pairs
of newly impressed.
On the Sands, Macami leans forward. "Oh, I think the blue is choosing.
Isn't that...yes, it's Kyliven! Her mother will be proud, I guess."
On the Sands, Katany says "It is not her that I am worried about."
Whatever she might say next is lost in Kyliven's Impression.
"Excellent!"
On the Sands, Elen has her eyes on that Blue, and as it gazes at
kyliven, Elen gets ready to assist the girl, just as she did the
others.
On the Sands, Sarai looks at the blue by her and instantly lets go of
Kyliven's hand. "Kyliven!" She steps back away from her friend with a
huge grin.
On the Sands, Hotohori's gaze actually brightens, as the blue makes
his choice. "He's not green... but I doubt you mind." Kyliven probably
doesn't hear that statement, as he gaze goes from her back to the
rocking eggs.
On the Sands, Kyliven feels a nudge at her feet and glances down, then
up again at the gold before double-taking to the blue. "E... Eosith?
Eosith?" She starts to laugh in pure delight. "Sarai, it's Eosith!"
On the Sands, Deresh grins widelyt as the blue chooses Kyliven, "Oh
what a match!" she says, with sincerity.
J'on suddenly starts as if burned. "Ric!" he gasps.
Laurene accepts the meat, feeding it to the hungry brown all the
while murmuring to him softly.
On the Sands, Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet slows her progreass, and
each girl is inspected in turn. Down the row, back a turn, and down
again she goes -- those wings half-vane again as the light reflects,
and she lifts that head, deciding. She moves towards a group of three
girls.
On the Sands, Siara laughs excitedly, "Oh, wonderful! I'm glad the
blue likes Kyliven! They'll make a good pair," she says with
conviction.
On the Sands, Catalina is actually distraced by Kyliven's Impression.
"Kyli!" she squeals approvingly, smile reappearing. Gaze flickers
towards the gold, and then unblemished bystander, but she's primarily
focused on Kyliven.
On the Sands, Maraczek presses his hands together, watching the
Impressings with an ecstatic smile. He swallows and covers his mouth a
bit, watching the gold again.
On the Sands, Kiyana oh's softly, "Congrats Kyliven." she says softly
as she sees the blue stare into her fellow candidates eyes. She then
turns her gaze back to the gold hatchling, since she's the only other
hatchling on the sands right now.
On the Sands, Kyliven helps Eosith to a better spot.
On the Sands, Everin tries that out: "Eosith, she said? Eosith." Then
he dodges a Hatching brown's shards from down around the mound.
On the Sands, Unblemished Bystander Egg moves again, in more of a
twisting motion this time. The more pointy end swings downward to wedge
in the sand.
On the Sands, Sarai's eyes are now on her friend, "Oh Kyliven! that's
great!" She smiles and steps away as Kyli and Eosith make their way
off.
On the Sands, Kyliven staggers blankly off the Sands, assisted by Elen.
On the Sands, Kyliven strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.
Kyliven strides in from the Sands.
M'verick provides Kyliven and Eosith a wide smile and a bowl of freshly
cut meatscraps. "Congratulations Kyliven! Here is the meat for your
lovely lifemate. Make sure that you don't allow him to eat too quickly.
You might need to teach him all about chewing so he does not choke."
On the Sands, Macami turns to Siara. "Now, that's a name I like. Two
syllables only, but it has a ring to it, a fine one. Eosith." She nods.
Laurene smiles at Kyliven. "Ky! Congratulations."
J'on tries again, urgent. "M'verick!"
On the Sands, A waterfall's roar trembles the Nature's Precipice egg.
On the Sands, Sudden fury seizes the Nature's Precipice egg and it
shatters across its brink. Pale blue goes first, then greens, then
browns, and it all falls apart in a scattering of pulverized shards.
On the Sands, Umber-tipped patches of crackled brown drift along the
strong, lean underbelly of this leaf-hued green, arching upwards
towards her shoulders and the bases of her wings. Those golden fingers
darken as they curl and coil up along her lithe neck and wrap about
the blunted wedge of her muzzle, the brilliant shades even more
striking for their juxtaposition with the bolder shades of blue-tinged
teal that color the lift of her neckridges and the arch of her back;
autumnal shadings reflect as they reach the tips of those wide-flung
wingsails and stain the spars to yellowed gold, light the web-work of
veins with purpled brown. Not unlike the tips of mountain leaves, her
highlights are all at her fringes, and her tail and belly darken in
contrast to the coruscant sparkle within her eyes.
On the Sands, K'tel finally turns to watch Kyliven and Eosith leave
the sands. He nods, "That'll be a good pair."
On the Sands, Deresh looks inordinately pleased thta the blue found
Kyliven, as her glance falls upon the oldest unmatched dragonet on
the sands.
On the Sands, Silvon flashes a grin at Jarnyx, then jerks in surprise
as an egg near him shatters suddenly.
Kyliven staggers in, followed by a prancing blue. "We're hungry!" she
tells 'Ric, beaming. "He's Eosith!"
M'verick turns to J'on, eyebrows arching, "J'on?" He sets aside a
bowl to check on the lad.
On the Sands, Elen gets back in place, ready now once more to help any
that need it.
On the Sands, Catalina seems to be freezing and unfreezing a lot this
evening, eyes flicking between Unblemished and the gold as her immobile
stance is kept. A sigh of happiness at the green dragonet, although
slightly distracted.
On the Sands, Jarnyx jumps as the Nature's Precipice egg hatches - so
intent on the gold he'd not seen it. "Another green! And a lovely lady
she is!"
On the Sands, Avroth continues his brassy hum, pausing only to dip his
head towards this egg or that as they rock.
You say "Oil. Where is it?" He looks around wildly. "She's got the most
HORRIBLE itch on her belly.."
On the Sands, Kiyana ahhhs a bit as the shattering sound draws her gaze
from the gold and she looks to find the new hatchling. A soft sigh
comes from her as she sees the newest green before her gaze once mopre
focuses on the gold hatchling.
M'verick chuckles and clasps J'on on the shoulder, turning him towards
the barrel of oil. "There you go. Buckets and paddles are there for
you."
On the Sands, Nadia glances back over her shoulder at the parents,
watching their reactions to what is happening on the sands. There is a
jerk at her hand, bringing her around so that she can see the newest
arrival. "Oh my.. "
On the Sands, Maraczek scoots to one side, absently picking bits of
shell off of his robe. He carefully picks his way back a bit, avoiding
a slight sandspill. "No mistaking it when they want out.." he tries to
get a smile from another candidate.
On the Sands, Macami beams again. "Oh, Tivu will be thrilled. All
these greens! Love it." She hugs Siara impulsively, then returns her
attention to the dragonets.
On the Sands, Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet moves closer and closer yet.
One's vacated, but it's little matter. The tail lashes, intent, as she
advances on her quarry.
On the Sands, Sarai sighs a bit and has hands free now. Running both
through her braided hair, she turns to see where all the hatchlings are.
Her eyes glaze over the green before questing for the young gold
dragonette.
Kyliven accepts the bowl with a tiny nod, immediately flumping down onto
the floor tailor-style. "I know, Eosith, I know." She gently pushes blue
muzzle out of the bowl. "No, /I/ have to feed you. One at a time."
On the Sands, Everin breezes at Hotohori, "Green," and brushes his
hands down and down his robed sides, leaving drying slicks in
reproachful marking. "And the gold -- has she found her yet?" Shifting,
shifting...
J'on nods his thanks and all but runs for the oil and paddle. "It's OK,
Linneth. It's all right. I'll fix that itch.." He returns and begins to
slather, and both green and rider sigh and relax as one.
On the Sands, Turning Leaves Green Dragonet stays almost still in the
first instance, the proximity to the shards of shell seemingly giving
confidence. Then she peers, rather nervously at first at those funny
shapes around her, shifting with the typical lack of nalance of the
new-born.
On the Sands, Siara sighs in happy agreement with Macami, "Beautiful
greens too."
On the Sands, Unblemished Bystander Egg shakes twice forcefully but
stays stuck in the slight depression made with its earlier struggles.
On the Sands, Deresh turns as she hears mutterings of 'green'. And she
smiles at the green.
M'verick watches J'on and Linneth closely for a moment, making sure
that all is well. Getting used to that oiling bussiness was always
tricky and messy afterall.
On the Sands, Hotohori shifts, spying yet another green, though she
hasn't move just a touch. That is, before she lurches. "Dark," comes
the reply to Everin, as she moves, feet sinking within a sandy crevice,
gaze intent upon the life coming forth.
On the Sands, Kiyana gulps a bit as the gold gets closer, sort of
freezing into place as she watches the newest queen approach her quarry.
Her hand tightens around Catalina's as she waits to see where the gold
will look and who she will chose as her lifelong companion.
On the Sands, Catalina shuffles foreward a half-step and pauses there,
gripping Celebanna and Kiyana's hands tightly, fingers curling and
uncurling. Her head tilts to the side slightly as she discretely and
tentatively regards the queen, smile unsure.
On the Sands, Silvon unclenches his hands long enough to rub sweaty
palms on his robe. "Another green," he mutters, looking over long
enough to see that the gold has not yet chosen, before turning back to
watch, unconciously biting his lip.
On the Sands, Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet finds she that quests, she
that sees -- Tall, and she that has those braids, as showy as she.
/There/ she is, love, /her/ love, her heart and soul.
On the Sands, T'dry claps, fidgets, bounces. Almost all at once.
Clearly he's excited.
On the Sands, The Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet gazes into Sarai's
eyes.
Kyliven sighs and shoves Eosith's nose out again, dangling a bit of
meat in front of him. "Here, sweet. Eat this." She scrambles up onto a
cot -- every little advantage will help.
J'on has turns of experience, having helped mother and father from the
time he was old enough to hold a miniature paddle. It helps, as he
manages to oil by rote.
Idrelth's eyes, which have never left Laurene, whirl more rapidly and
Laurene straightens up. "Itches?" A frantic note enters the new
Weyrling's voice.
On the Sands, K'tel mmms, watching Sarai and the gold with a curiously
serious expression.
On the Sands, Kiyana lets out a deep breath as the gold stares into
Sarai's eyes, "Congrats Sarai, what's her name?" she asks softly as
she watches her fellow candidate with almost a look of relief.
On the Sands, Macami nearly falls over, mouth wide open. "She...she
chose Sarai. I mean, she's looking at her, isn't she? El, prepared for
hundreds and hundreds of questions." She giggles.
M'verick motions Laurene towards the oil, stepping aside to retake his
post at handing out bowls of meat.
On the Sands, Katany takes a shaky breath, leaning a little against
K'tel. "Well."
On the Sands, Elen seems to be moving form one new pair to the next
with quickness and ease, and it is now Sarai's turn to get Elen near
her, with full grin.
Linneth is not so itchy now, and nudges J'on again. "Food. Right.
More food." ANd paddle and oil and laid aside as he starts to feed her
again.
On the Sands, Sarai stops her fussing motions and looks into the Gold's
eyes. her face breaks into the surging ectsay of breathtaking love.
"Oh... Cyrath" Heedless of the sands, the tall, braided, youth falls to
her knees to hesitantly touch her lifemates face. Her lifemate...
On the Sands, Catalina exhales in relief, posture relaxing, shoulders
slumping slightly. "Sarai, she's gorgeous, congrats!" she calls over,
approvingly, smile broad and whole-hearted.
On the Sands, Everin blinks rapidly at Hotohori. "Dark? The green? Oh,
/shells,/" he exclaims, nearly hiccupping the next breath. "Look!
Sarai got her, after all--"
On the Sands, Sarai helps Cyrath to a better spot.
On the Sands, Silvon turns slightly at the commotion, and noticing
Sarai and the gold, nods his head. "They suit each other," he muses,
before turning back to scan the sands once again, hands returning to
clenched fists. He shifts back and forth on hot feet.
On the Sands, Faerysa lets out a curious breath. "Oh my," she breathes.
"Different from me. But..."
Laurene and Idrelth move as one for the oil. Once she has a paddle in
hand, the former dragonhealer trainee relaxes. Smooth, practiced motions
soothe overstretched nerves. Idrelth crooons happily.
On the Sands, Sarai helps Cyrath off the sands, tears streaming down
her face.
On the Sands, Maraczek looks back and forth, doing his best to keep up
with things. He settles for spying the cluster of girls, though he's
not able to see the Impression through the other candidates..
On the Sands, Celebanna just gaps, "Sarai and Cyrath? Oh my.." she
averts her eye,s looking at anything else at that moment, and spotting
the green, looks at her.
On the Sands, Unblemished Bystander Egg shakes again and dark lines
spread outwards across the creamy white surface.
On the Sands, Sarai strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.
Sarai strides in from the Sands.
On the Sands, Siara gazes at Sarai and Cyrath, "Look at that..." she
murmurs to Macami.
On the Sands, Turning Leaves Green Dragonet made a quick journey to
where they needed to be, having somehow managed to avoid entanglement
with a fellow clutchmate, dispite rather messy movements. They are
now nearer these strange, watching shapes on the sands, and a arther
empty gaze flashes over the candidates.
M'verick grins happily to Sarai and young Cyrath. "Congratulations you
two. Welcome to your new life as a weyrling." The heavy bowl with its
contents of meatscraps is handed over carefully. "She must be very
hungry indeed, but do not let her eat too fast. Remind her to 'chew'.
He watches the pair for a moment, making sure the dazed weyrling
understood.
Laurene smiles at Sarai, "Congratulations!"
On the Sands, Jarnyx is watching the Unblemished Bystander egg still -
but his eyes keep straying to the green, a soft smile on his face as
his feet still shuffle in the hot sands.
On the Sands, T'dry again bounds over towards Faerysa, tugging at her
shoulder and leaning to whisper to her. Just that quickly, he's away
again, ducking and standing on his toes for better viewpoints.
On the Sands, Elen helps Sarai to her and Cyrath's new home, grining
then to Macami. "I I know dear, I know."
On the Sands, Slow tremors shake the Unblemished Bystander egg.
On the Sands, Macami slowly nods. "That's one thing I never would have
thought. But the dragon knows. They'll be doing fine."
On the Sands, Shy no longer, certainly not fading away, multitudes of
white merge across the Unblemished Bystander egg, and it splits neatly
into three pieces before it falls away.
Sarai helps Cyrath over, crying with delight. "Oh.. Yes, food.." She
takes the bowl and looks at Cyrath, "Chew..."
On the Sands, Strong, stocky and rounded, his ripe stature conveys
heart and home, brimming with the over-riding richness and deep hues
of season's end. Autumn's casual brush tinges his back and sides with
a mottling of red-gold shadings, the cinnamon and deep, plummy brown
of harvest's plenty mottling in cornucopian splendor down the broad
breadth of his back and sides. The heated near-red of fading summer
lights the elegant length of his neck, then fades towards cooler,
breezier bonfires along his broad wingsails then wanes to the simple,
bare brown of his tail, but both the set of his head and the swirl of
his eyes promise plenty to collect and contain.
Sarai sets Cyrath to rights gently.
Kyliven continues to feed Eosith, glancing up now and again as new
Weyrlings enter. "SARAI!" she shrieks, bolting up and only barely
remembering to grab at the bowl. A few scraps tumble to the floor and
Eosith is on them like a shot.
On the Sands, Arthan watches Sarai impress to the gold hatchling, he
looks to Lyndra for a short moment and then before he can do any more
he is forced to return his attention to the dragonet closer to him for
he is in danger of getting trampled.
On the Sands, Catalina quietly watches Sarai and Cyrath trek off
towards the Weyrling Barracks before gazing over to Unblemished
Bystander with encouragement in her eyes. She murmurs to herself in a
voice inaudible even to those standing next to her, smile nervous
again, brow furrowed in anticipation.
On the Sands, Hotohori watches brown and green, though the former has
catch his attention. She's moving, toward them, toward the candidates,
and now he just notes his feet are too hot. He shifts, a wince coming,
before he lets out a sigh.
On the Sands, Macami turns her head, pulling Siara's hand to point at
the newly hatched brown. "Look at this! Good strong browns abound."
She laughs.
J'on finally realizes there are others around him. His dazed gaze
flits around. Blues, browns, greens..and gold? He starts to call out
congratulations to everyone, but Linneth creels and he immediately
turns to soothe her.
D'ew strides in from the Bowl.
Sarai looks at Kyliven, eye wide, "Oh! Oh, wait, she's hungry." An
amused look crosses Sarai's face, "No, I'm happy," she tells Cyrath and
holds out a peice of food. "Chew, with your teeth... " Sarai points.
On the Sands, Maraczek shifts about, his movements looking like some
form of odd square waltz. Sharp eyes pick out newer movements, ready to
move if he needs to.
On the Sands, Kiyana turns to look at the remaining eggs and hatchlings,
sweat being wiped off her brow with her free hand as she hears the sound
of another egg cracking and she turns to see what has come from it.
On the Sands, Nadia watches the impression of gold to Sarai and grins,
but doesn't say a word, for in the din of congradulations, her quiet
meek voice would be buried. Seeing them safely off the sands, her
attention is again rivited on the green, fingers flexing, and then
again twining with the lad's at her side.
On the Sands, Everin pulls himself together. So /many/ empty spaces
now ... He moves uncomfortably in one caersura, seeking stillness
(coolness is quite beyond hope, obviously). Green -- brown -- eggs--
On the Sands, Siara nods, studying the brown, "Sturdy," she agrees. "But
are there any more greens yet?" she wonders, craning her neck to look.
"Or blues?"
On the Sands, Dusk's Gloaming Egg shivers, inconstant in its hillock,
and twitches as well. Starshine swirls, colors fade -- it moves.
On the Sands, Jarnyx now has his gaze split between brown and green,
giving a strange shiver as though cold, though that's impossible on
these hot sands. Nervousness can do strange things.
On the Sands, Catalina looks about ready to fall over. "It's brown!"
she squeals to no one in particular, turning bright crimson as her
excitement runs away with her. Thrilled? Yes.
On the Sands, Avroth watches, pride evident on his great bronze muzzle,
as the impressions are made, the new lifemates pairing off and retiring
from the sands.
On the Sands, Macami shrugs. "Well, blues, who knows. But I'm sure
we'll see more of those greens. Avroth seems to have them in him, huh."
She giggles foolishly.
Kyliven sets Eosith to rights gently.
On the Sands, Deresh turns, looking over the dragones, asessing the
unhatched eggs. Her eyes follow from one to another.
On the Sands, Dusk's Gloaming Egg tremors again, each shadow an arch.
And it rolls, end over end.
On the Sands, T'dry shoots a /look/ over at Macami. "There's been a
few bronzes. And there'll be more, too, mind you!"
Sarai feeds Cyrath, slowly, and gently brushes her hide, "That's right.
Not too fast..." Her eyes get wet again, and Sarai spares a look over,
"Jae- J'on, oh!"
On the Sands, Macami just grins at T'dry, then throws him a flying kiss
with her free hand.
On the Sands, T'dry looks up, his eyes raking across the ledges and the
stands before returning his gaze to the remaining eggs.
Eosith gobbles up the food Kyli feeds him -- so slowly! -- and looks
around the barracks, eyes slowly fading from their hungry red to a more
contented blue. He bugles to Cyrath, then attempts to clamber up onto
the cot Kyli sits on, only to be repulsed with a gentle hand.
On the Sands, Everin watches the dusk's blued tremors, his own greened
with eyes' painful width. A hand swipes them. "We look almost halfway
through," he offers, somewhere between hopeful and rueful.
On the Sands, Fulsome Harvest Brown Dragonet shakes out his wings before
doing anything else. A moment to gaze coolly about the sands, then he
steps forward. No stumbles for this one yet. He propels himself easily
up the slight incline and onto more level ground. Pausing yet again, he
raises his head higher. Called, he moves towards the candidates. There
is something he /must/ find.
On the Sands, Kiyana just watches the still shaking eggs and the two
hatchlings on the sands as she wipes her brow again, breath coming in
little pants now as she shifts from foot to foot on the hot sands,
"It's getting even hotter."
On the Sands, Turning Leaves Green Dragonet focuses in at last upon the
group, it is as though a small light suddenly flashes inside her head
and she realises what she should do. As soon as that decision was made,
everything else becomes clearer, even her steps. The humans get very
choosy looks before the slightly less fuzzy gaze in rested upon one
with shaggy black hair.
On the Sands, Catalina looks ecstatic, switching her weight from one
leg to the other, eyes shimmering with happiness. "I knew it'd be
brown," she tells Kiyana triumphantly, as if her hypothesis for the
dragonet's color was all that relevant. But it makes her feel good.
On the Sands, Silvon shifts restlessly, moving closer to fellow
Candidates in an effort to close up the ranks. He starts to rake his
hands through his hair, is thwarted by his headband, and contents
himself with a swipe with his sleeve across his forehead.
On the Sands, Maraczek deftly picks his way along the sands towards
another cluster of candidates, closing in the semicircle a bit. He
chances a glance around at the stands, then returns to his foot-
shifting watch.
On the Sands, Hotohori nods, though that isn't exactly what his
attention is on. Head bobbles, though mostly to his own movements upon
the sands. She paused. Shaggy hair... who? "Ev... look. She's chosen."
On the Sands, Nadia watches the progress of the green, shifting her
gaze now and again to the brown incase it comes near enough to her
partner that she might have to let go of his hand. Nervousness having
died in the time from then to now, there is now only a mute quiver of
her bottom lip to mark the emmenseness of the event.
On the Sands, Dusk's Gloaming Egg digs its way into its hillock, still
burying itself. Shimmer. Shiver. Quiver.
On the Sands, Kiyana waits to see who the green has chosen, only
knowing that she see's to be looking at someone, but who? "Who is she
looking at Catalina? I can't tell."
Linneth finally slows down, letting out a HUGE burp, and J'on looks
around again. "Laurene? Ky...Sarai?" Sarai. With Gold? "You all did
it!"
Laurene smiles at J'on, "Linneth is beautiful. Congratulations!"
On the Sands, Fulsome Harvest Brown Dragonet approaches a group of
boys slowly, whirling eyes moving from one to the next. He flips his
wings to his back, almost impatiently then turns his head sharply to
one side. There. That sounded right. He moves more quickly now.
On the Sands, Catalina blinks as her statement to Kiyana is ignored
and responded to with another question entirely. Befuddled, she blinks
over in the direction of the green. "I don't know..."
On the Sands, The Turning Leaves Green Dragonet gazes into Jarnyx's
eyes.
D'ew chuckles, watching silently.
"Linneth," the young man says with quiet pride, "is the absolutely best
and most perfect green ever shelled."
M'verick helps a large lad in with his small little blue and chuckles,
handing over the bowl of meat and giving the rundown of what to do
quietly.
Kyliven sets her bowl down on the cot beside her, pushing Eosith's
muzzle away yet again. "It's empty," she tells him, then grins up at
J'on. "Congratulations, Jae... J'on. I /knew/ you'd Impress. And this
is Eosith!" She bends over to give rainwater blue neck a hug.
On the Sands, Macami arches her brows to see what the green is doing.
Isn't that...yes, it is! "It's Jarnyx, orchid. Aren't we lucky girls
tonight? First Jae, then another cute guy."
On the Sands, Celebanna blinks, and whispers to the two, "It looks
like Jarnyx!" slightly excited, yet.. a bit disappointed, perhaps,
and a small note of anxiousness.
On the Sands, Deresh ahhs, as she steos forward to get a better look,
"Jarnyx," she comments to the girls around her.
Linneth nudges J'on. She seems to think he's pretty nice, too. And
he's got the oil.
On the Sands, Everin shivers out another breath. And another gone.
"Jarnyx," he can't help but say, packing in surprise and wonder both,
atop the layers of weariness, wistfulness. "How many left, Hotohori?
Have you counted?"
Laurene runs a hand over her brown's now bigger belly. "Poor dear.
Starving in there, weren't you?"
On the Sands, J'nyx drops to his knees, heedless of the hot sands.
Tears are in his eyes. "Oh, Fironth, I love you. I'll show you"
On the Sands, Elen looks a little frazzled now, but she still steps
with ease /near/ to the newly forming pair.
Sarai smiles at J'on, her eyes splitting between watching Cyrath eat,
"Cyrath, that's J'on. He's my friend." Her voice trembles with
delight. "Yes, he's a- a green rider." The title is said firmly.
"Linneth? She's gorgeous." A swath of braids get yanked, "For a green,
dear," bubbels Sarai, and she offers more food. "Slow, chew, love."
On the Sands, Catalina grins. "Okay, so it's Jarnyx. Congrats!" she
calls over to the new Weyrling, unheard as her congratulations may be.
So she turns back in the direction of the brown, looking disappointed
as he moves to the boys.
On the Sands, K'tel smiles, "Ah, good. Jarnyx too."
On the Sands, Daybreak's Thrall Egg lightly shivers, or perhaps that
never happened? No! There. A definite twitch, then a twist. The life
within awakens.
On the Sands, Hotohori shakes his head, trying to see, spying the
brown, though he manages to get a quick egg count. "I.. shardit, I
can't see them all. But there are some left." Some.
On the Sands, Slow tremors shake the Dusk's Gloaming egg.
On the Sands, J'nyx helps Fironth to a better spot.
On the Sands, Shadows fall, stars spin: darkness doesn't take the
Dusk's Gloaming egg to task as it finishes its final spiral. It
shatters, methodically, scattering shards everywhere until there is
almost nothing left.
On the Sands, Maraczek turns a grin on his fellow Candidate, rubbing
sweaty palms on his robe. He rubs his eyes again, as if clearing out
the eyes again.
On the Sands, Despite the delicacy that marks his wiry, compact frame,
he's all tawny-pale strength and provident, deep-held emotion: light
illuminating the darkness. The warmth of a fire's final reaches casts
a ruddy glow across that gold-bronze hide, most striking in the cloak
of wings that glint with true metal's gilt at fingersail's sharpened
hooks; it flickers, too, in the bunched muscle of his withers and
narrow shoulders, vanishing into smoldering embers in the softened
curve of his belly and tail. Both the bluntly curved blade of his
talons and the faceted swirl of his eyes reflect a joyous self-
possession, and a sharpness that is wielded only with measured care.
On the Sands, J'nyx strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.
J'nyx strides in from the Sands.
On the Sands, Silvon looks shaken, now, as boys on either side of him
are chosen. He looks around, an almost panicked expression on his
face, and sidesteps closer to Hotohori and Everin, looking over the
eggs and hatchlings.
J'nyx sets Fironth to rights gently.
Harsh edges of earthen brown collide with endless, empty air, a myriad
of indistinct color that forms a veritable cliff of color. Blue-green,
wild and free, tumbles in an unsteady line sheer from top to bottom,
ending in a diaphanous pool of silver-misted green that hazes it as if
thrown by a careless hand. Streaks of glittered gold smudge it,
obliterating motley hues until they reflect blinding sunlight shining
through water -- and refract an iridescent rainbow at cataract's end.
On the Sands, Kiyana gives a soft voiced congtrats to J'nyx as she
hears the Weyrling announce the name of his lifemate and she turns to
look at the last of the eggs and hatchlings, still waiting to find
thier lifemates.
On the Sands, Elen lets out a huge sigh, though she is grinning, even
as her face gets redder.
On the Sands, Everin absently makes room for Silvon; deliberately,
though, he volunteers, "Some left, Hoto says, Silvon. We're nearing
there--" ...Bronze?
On the Sands, Macami stutters a bit now. "A bronze! Look at him.
He's...well," she seems at a lack for words this time.
M'verick nods to J'nyx and Fironth as the two make their way into
the barracks. His smile is bright and welcoming as a bowl of meatscraps
is passed to the new weyrling, "Congratulations. Don't let her eat too
quickly, even though she will be quite hungry. Remind her to chew, we
wouldn't want her choking!"
On the Sands, Fulsome Harvest Brown Dragonet spreads his wings for
more balance as he trundles along, in quite a rush to get closer to the
one now. Sand is tossed up behind him, quickly coating his brown tail.
He reaches another group of candidates and slows, eyes flying from one
to the next.
On the Sands, Deresh says to Celebanna, although it's pointless, "Oh
look, anther bronze. Who's left in the boys?" and she turns to look
over at them.
J'on oils Linneth lovingly, making sure every part of her is covered
before she can even think about itching. "No..no, chew, love. You
showed me you knew how, remember?"
Eosith lashes his tail once, then again as it collides into a cot and
knocks it over with a crash. Whee! That was fun! He spins to see
exactly what happened and nearly topples Kyli's cot as well.
On the Sands, Silvon brightens visibly as he notices the fine specimen
of a bronze. Forgetting himself, he tugs on Everin's sleeve, "Look,
what a bronze!"
On the Sands, Daybreak's Thrall Egg turns its attention to its
narrower end. With seeming cold calculation and deliberation, the
pokes and prods from within center on the very point of the egg,
slowly resulting in its gradual deformation. Singular of purpose, this
one.
On the Sands, Warming Hearthfire Bronze Dragonet shakes his head, his
wings, his tail as he fights for his balance. No theatrics here, just
steady stability and composure -- that ruddy-pale hide glints too, as
he fights off a tangle of sand and moves /forth/.
On the Sands, Celebanna looks through the bunch littered with holes,
"Enough to give it lots of choce, I'd say..."
On the Sands, Hotohori peers, spying the bronze, gaze giving it a
certain scruinty, before he eyes flicker back to the brown. It's going
to move. Quicker... he's already gotten his feet.
On the Sands, Catalina gasps. "It's a bronze!" she squeeks, eyes ready
to fall from their sockets. She dares to glance at him, then a few of
the male candidates. The brown, right. She looks to the dragonet again,
head cocked thoughtfully to one side as she regards it.
On the Sands, Deft hands run through copper strands, Maraczek doing
his best to clear stray strands from his face. He watches the
remaining eggs and new dragonets breathlessly, eyes wide now.
On the Sands, Everin sees it. He /sees/ it. "I know," he murmurs, frees
his arm, and stands straight, for once. He peeks at the stands, though,
betraying quivering nerves.
On the Sands, Kiyana gasps a little as she spies the bronze, "Now he's
a looker." she says softly before turning to watch the brown, and then
the last remaining egg, eyes wide as she nearly hops from foot to foot,
it's so hot it's near impossible to keep still now.
Kyliven covers face with hands and makes a little moan. "Don't do that,
Eosith love. Here, do you itch?" She stands, coaxing the little blue
away from the danger zone and towards the oil pots. "Come on, darling."
On the Sands, Nadia gazes at the boy holding her hand and smiles, the
surity of his impression to the bronze marking her eyes as she lets his
hand go. He'll need that.
Sarai looks at J'nyx and smiles, finding the bottom of her bowl. "Are
you still hungry, Cyrath? No?" She smiles and caresses her... /her/
lifemate's face. "Is E- Eosith itchy too?"
On the Sands, Arthan stiffens as he sees a bronze hatchling and makes
his way a little to the right to join a group of candidates more in
line with the hatchlings line of sight.
J'nyx has what can only be described as a /goofy/ smile on his face.
He assists Fironth towards the nearest food vat with all the delicate
courtesy of one escorting a Lady Holder, and starts to select small
morsels from it. "Slowly, slowly darling." The little green still
looks highly bemused, but the food seems to be the answer to at least
/one/ question.
On the Sands, Daybreak's Thrall Egg rolls slightly in a loose circle,
the narrower end of the shell still the focus of action. Light, faint
but visible lines trace across its face as it crushes the scattered
shards of its preceeding clutchmates without regard.
On the Sands, Fulsome Harvest Brown Dragonet stops suddenly, almost
falling no his nose. Wings move forward and out, seeming to reach
towards a group of golden haired girls. He cocks his head to one side
in unconcious imitation, determination settling in. Here! The one!
On the Sands, Warming Hearthfire Bronze Dragonet has a journey that
begins now, here and now. He pauses near a young boy from Ista,
examining him closely, but move son. His step is light, bright,
emergent, and his gaze -- well, it is brilliant and without shadow.
On the Sands, Maraczek swallows, watching the brown closely. He
smiles expectantly, joy pervading his features as he gets ready to
watch another Impression.
On the Sands, The Fulsome Harvest Brown Dragonet gazes into Catalina's
eyes.
M'verick nods to J'nyyx and looks around to see whom else might need
help. "The oil is there and the paddles." He indicates with a slight
wave. "that will surely help with all the itches."
On the Sands, Hotohori watches brown pause; girls.. he's by girls. But
that bronze doesn't have the same option, and is now watched warily,
hands moving down the length of his robe, a quick shift following.
On the Sands, Everin blinks slowly. "Is he ... coming here?" he
strangles out to Silvon and Hotohori, his flankers, his supporters,
his shields. --Good idea: he shuffles back half a step, in case.
On the Sands, Celebanna blinks at Catalina, and, realizing the girl's
hand, sands back, amazed.
On the Sands, Silvon is entraced by the bronze, and forgets to breath
for several moments. Sucking in air suddenly, he glances toward the
ledges, face tight.
Sarai nods at M'verick, "Do- I oil her all over, sir?" Sarai's voice
is a question, but a firm question.
On the Sands, Deresh blinks and then almost jumps in her excitement for
her fellow candidate, "Oh Catalina!" she exclaims.
On the Sands, Macami ahs, with eyes wide open again. "Catalina! Now, I
will see to it she'll be a good brownrider. How neat." She grins at
Siara and Elen.
On the Sands, Kiyana let's go of Catalina's hand and she wipes it on
her robe, "Oh cata, congrats hon, what's his name?"
On the Sands, Elen beams as the brown chooses, Elen now knowing what to
do.
On the Sands, Catalina drops to her knees as tears run down her cheeks,
shoulders shaking as she sobs with joy. "Nisanth! I waited for you so
long!"
On the Sands, Silvon nods to Everin, speechless for a moment. "Yeah,"
he finally manages to strangle out.
On the Sands, K'tel smiles, echoing Macami, "Cat it is."
On the Sands, Weaving slightly, Maraczek watches the brown Impress
Catalina. Try as he might, he can't stop tears from streaking his face,
and he surrenders, just letting them come unfettered.
J'on sighs softly, caressing Linneth as she calms toward sleepiness.
"I've waited so long for you, but you're worth every second. Look at
you! As green as..as..." Words fail him, but they're not important.
On the Sands, Siara rubs her eyes again, watching Catalina,
"Wonderful..." she whispers.
M'verick nods to Sarai "Aye indeed. All her itchy parts. All over
really, you don't want her to get dry anywhere."
On the Sands, Catalina helps Nisanth to a better spot.
On the Sands, Katany says "'Lina, maybe. I think Cat would get too
confusing, now."
On the Sands, K'tel ohs, glancing at the other Kat. He grins, "I
suppose."
On the Sands, Unaware of all the other people around her, Catalina
helps her new brown lifemate across the sands, calling to everyone and
no one, "He's hungry, I need food!"
On the Sands, Catalina strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.
Catalina strides in from the Sands.
Kyliven finally coaxes Eosith closer to the oil buckets, slathering
the oil thickly over his pale form. The blue rumbles happily and lashes
his tail about again, endangering any passing feet.
Linneth croons softly, watching J'on adoringly for a moment before
looking around to her clutchsibs. Hmm. All kinds of pretty colors!
Sarai nods and gets a paddle and oil, "Sit still, you heard the
weyrlingmaster, love." Cyrath sits, almost in Sarai's lap, and croons
as the oil is spread across her hide. Sarai sighs with relief. "I feel
like I'm itching," she asys, perplexed.
On the Sands, Daybreak's Thrall Egg jerks. Enough is enough! Out
already! Several loud knocks set the ovoid moving again, rolling well
away from the other eggs now. A single talon rips an almost perfectly
circular hole in the very tip of the egg.
On the Sands, Light seems to illumine the Daybreak's Thrall egg,
bringing its colors more into focus as it shifts.
M'verick transfers a full bowl of meat to Catalina as she comes in
with Nisanth. "Congratulations you two. Here's some meat for your new
lifemate, make sure not to let him eat too quickly." He watches the
weyrling closely to be sure she understands.
J'nyx picks up another morsel - no, not perfect enough - too much fat
on that one. He sorts out another and presents it to Fironth's questing
muzzle. "Dearest, /slower/" he admonishes as the green snatches at it.
"No, I'm right. You're going to choke if you eat so fast...oh!" Without
realising it he's been scratching the back of his neck, and has
realised that it isn't actually /his/ itch. "Itchy - yes I know you
are" A frantic glance around for the oil and the paddles.
Laurene grins at Catalina. "Congratulations!"
On the Sands, Swelling and expanding, light and shade warp into
brilliance as cracks spread a sunburst across the Daybreak's Thrall
egg. With a final sharp snap, it falls apart.
On the Sands, All sharp angles and lines, she, from the tapered point
of her muzzle to the flattened spade of her tail. The singular hue of a
fir tree in winter, forested shadows conceal her underbelly and dapple
the slope of her withers, darken the undersides of her broad-sailed
wings; hoarfrost settles in pale green along those spars and spiky
ridges, drifts in snowy arcs along iced-green talons. Uncannily liquid
in her movements, she nevertheless has a tensile strength that reflects
in the flash of her gaze and the keen coil of her tail.
On the Sands, Hotohori pauses as that last egg moves, bronze still kept
within his line of vision. "Why does it always seem at times that
everything slows." The egg breaks, breath taken in -- green -- exhaled,
as he man takes a step back.
Catalina walks in with a brown dragon, beaming. "Nisanth..you're so
handsome!" she tells her new lifemate proudly, glancing around. "Here,
I'll get you food..."
On the Sands, Kiyana turns to watch the remaining egg, knowing the
bronze will never choose a girl. Her hand scurl in her robe as she
stands by herself now that Catalina's gone off with her new lifemate.
She gives a soft sigh as she see's another green hatch, lower lip
sucked between her teth.
On the Sands, Silvon forgets to breath, again, and sucks in another
deep breath of the hot air. He is still focused singularly on the
bronze hatchling, noticing nothing else.
On the Sands, Macami smiles smugly. Green again. She can't hide a grin
from T'dry as she nods in Avroth's direction. "Excellent."
On the Sands, Warming Hearthfire Bronze Dragonet turns, now, and begins
to seek out a grouping. /His/ grouping. Towards a set of dark-haired
boys he makes his way, wings trailign in the Sand behind him before he
flips them onto his back.
Kyliven glances up, away from Eosith to see Cat enter. "Cat! What a
brown! What's his name!" She turns immediate attention back to Eosith,
rumbles modulating to anooyed squeals.
On the Sands, On her own now, Nadia clings to herself, arms hugging as
she peers in awe at the newest arrival, all before forgotten.
On the Sands, Siara nods to Macami, "Green," she repeats, grinning
happily. "And look how good Elen is at this. It's like she was always
weyrlingmaster!"
On the Sands, Maraczek presses his lips together, standing stock still.
Then, one hand finds his eyes, wiping surely across his brow to clear
his vision.
On the Sands, Hotohori watches wings trail a bit more than he'd like,
though he can't turn away. Not and get mauled. Feet shift, lips pursed
into a line before he takes a step back, then forward. Rock slowly,
just in case.
On the Sands, Frosted Fir Green Dragonet lashes her neck, flinging
damp shards from herself. A callous claw kicks at the dirt, one final
offending bit of shell tosses away. Free at last! The green head
levels, narrow gaze focussing on those nearby. Then the muzzle wrinkles.
Clearly they will not do.
On the Sands, Everin mimicks Silvon's breath, harper-style, and his
nose juts with head's lift. "Green," he tallies for his partners.
"And ... oh, dark, Hoto." Not like the bronze. --where /is/ the bronze?
On the Sands, K'tel watches the bronze now. He glances at the boys
it's heading for speculatively.
On the Sands, Macami points to her chest to indicate herself. "I mean,
Elen was my Assistant Weyrlingmaster, wasn't that hard training
enough?" She grins at Siara.
On the Sands, Deresh watches the green and says to Cele, "Whoa, an
attitude on that one."
On the Sands, Siara laughs, but distractedly, "Not so many more now,
are there?" she says to Macami, worriedly.
Linneth croooooons and whuffles at Eosith curiously.
On the Sands, Elen rolls her eyes at Macami. "Stop that you."
Laurene and Idrelth lean against each other, more asleep than awake.
On the Sands, Celebanna blinks, "I wonder.. She reminds me of Silvon,
with that." she mutters back to Deresh, and glances around worried,
not many left, indeed.
On the Sands, Hotohori watches that green, brows rising. "Ow." is the
only thing that's uttered. Wince. Dodge, parry. Poor egg. Never knew
what hit it. He does, and quiet a claw. "No one is getting a shell
from that egg, I wager."
On the Sands, The boy at Nadia's side steps toward the bronze,
hopefuly, but the hope is dashed as it moves past toward its intended.
Suddenly dashed into the depths of dispair, he reaches around and grasp
the hand she had already extended in anticipation.
On the Sands, Macami shakes her head. "It'll be over soon, I guess. So
soon..." As her voice starts to sound sentimental she hears Elen's
comment and chuckles.
On the Sands, Deresh looks speculatively at Silvon, "A match of
personalities?" she wonders.
On the Sands, Siarasighs, "I wish they could all impress."
On the Sands, Warming Hearthfire Bronze Dragonet stops dead, gaze
measuring both Hotohori and Everin. One, then the other, both tall,
both slim -- but it's /Everin/ he's there for, Everin he seeks. And his,
oh his, ours, together, /one/. His.
On the Sands, Kiyana watches the bronze and then the green, interested
to see who of the remaining male candidates the bronze will choose as
much as she is the green. Her hands clutch at her robe as she continues
to shift from foot to foot from the heat.
Eosith squeals again, then rumbles happily as his personal slave Kyli
gets /just/ the right spot with the oil.
On the Sands, The Warming Hearthfire Bronze Dragonet gazes into
Everin's eyes.
Cyrath swivels her head over at the other dragonettes and weyrlings and
trills, q firm questioning trill. Cyrath looks at Sarai again, who just
smiles. "No, only one you, dear. Lots of browns...."
On the Sands, Silvon doesn't realize he's being discussed, so focused
is he on the saga about to unfold before him. Hands clench tighter and
tighter, then he almost seems to melt as the bronze choses Everin.
Jerking upright again, his face is set in stone as he gazes across the
sands.
On the Sands, Frosted Fir Green Dragonet moves, running headlong into a
tall blonde girl. Unsuitable, clearly! The green head bangs sharply
against her side, for she is, after all, impeding progress. Finally
movement - there. She turns, heading in a new direction.
On the Sands, Elen stops her teasing of Macami to follow the Bronze's
gaze to Everin. She grins and calls a "congrats" as she moves ot the
all too familiar position.
J'nyx has finally found the oil, and the paddles, and is carefully
smoothing it over the lambent green hide, though Fironth's constant
wriggles aren't making this easy at all. "Sweetheart, give me a chance,
I know it itches." he tells her, working the oil deep into the hide.
The green croons something in reply. J'nyx giggles. "No - not /quite/
like that, love."
On the Sands, E'vrin staggers, then steadies, then his hand lowers,
trembling, to the bronze's head, a tentative benediction. And
gratitude sobs in his voice: "Sharath -- you're Sharath!"
On the Sands, K'tel's face breaks out into a smile again. He nods. "Ah,
Sharath. Very nice."
On the Sands, Move, dodge... /wince/. "Ev??" He's close to totally
missed the Impression, as he moves back from his friend, a soft chuckle
given.
On the Sands, Hotohori adds, "Good luck, friend."
On the Sands, Macami nods darkly as she well remembers her first time
on the Sands. But before she can lose her good spirits she sees Everin.
"Oh, I knew he had it in him. Someone that does cots like that should
ride bronze."
On the Sands, E'vrin helps Sharath to a better spot.
J'on drops to his knees on the floor, caressing Linneth and murmuring
to her.
On the Sands, Kiyana blinks a little and she sighs as the bronze
impresses to E'vrin and she hears the name. She then turns to watch the
last hatchling, the green seek her lifemate. Her hopping increases a
little bit as she tries to cool her now overly aching feet.
A lazy smile curves Laurene's lips as Evering -- now E'vrin -- calls out
his lifemate's name.
On the Sands, Maraczek sighs, smiling softly. Hands smooth out his robe
again, as his lip quivers some. He sets his jaw in determination,
watching the last hatchling find it's match on the hot sands.
On the Sands, Siara nods excitedly, watching E'vrin and his new lifemate
and then looking back at the sands.
On the Sands, Silvon shifts his feet mechanically, staring woodenly
across the sands.
On the Sands, Elen indicates to E'vrin where he and his lifemate shold
go, big grin still on her face.
Kyliven sighs and sags, oil paddle dropping almost unnoticed into the
bucket. But /someone/ notices: Eosith grasps the paddle between teeth
and draws it free, shaking it gleefully and watching oil spatter
everywhere.
Sarai shifts her weight, buttocks settling on the stone. "There..."
She yawns. "Me too, dear." The gold croons and rests her head against
Sarai's shoulder, eyes whirling a slow, pleased, blue.
On the Sands, Deresh jumps as a green passes her close by, "Whio's she
looking for?"
On the Sands, Frosted Fir Green Dragonet wrinkles that muzzle again,
quite easily mistaken for a sneer at a redheaded holder lad. No..no..
no.. Surely there must be /something/ better here. She turns and
sprints - no sense wasting time walking - towards a clump of
dumbfounded candidates over at the far end.
On the Sands, E'vrin sucks in quick, hard breaths, blinks back tears,
and mouths, "Sorry. He's..." They're going. Now.
On the Sands, E'vrin strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.
E'vrin strides in from the Sands.
Catalina beams at Kyliven. "Nisanth," she says proudly as the brown
warbles softly to his lifemate. She immediately reaches down to stroke
his muzzle, her own stomach rumbling. "Ick. Where's the meat?"
M'verick fills another bowl with meat scraps and grins at E'vrin and
his mew lifemate Sharath. "Congratulations. Welcome to your new life as
a weyrling." The filled bowl if passed over carefully, making sure the
seemingly dazed candidate has a good grip. "He will be hungry, but make
sure you keep an eye on him, don't let him choke." Another warm and
welcome smile at the new pair and the greenrider makes sure E'vrin
understood what was said.
On the Sands, Katany smiles, all at once. "Everin. I will have someone
to _talk_ to, finally." Then her eyes go up to the ledges, expression
softening. "Although I do already, really."
On the Sands, Nadia watches E'vrin impress the bronze, and moves to
curl an arm about the Holder lass, comforting. "Your egg just didn't
hatch yet.. " He nods in agreement and sighs.
Laurene sits up a bit, but settles back again when Idrelth protests.
"E'vrin! Congratulations!"
E'vrin staggers in, leading a wobbly, tawny-fire bronze. Huh? M'verick,
there. Laurene, there. Hi. "Hungry," he manages.
M'verick clears his throat and makes sure Catalina saaw the bowl he
handed to her, "make sure he doesn't choke on it. Tell him he doesn't
choke." Now he's looking from Catalina to E'vrin so they both
understand.
On the Sands, Hotohori watches, a smile given, before he spies that
green. /Her/. "JAys... she's bolting." Stance is taken, as the green
rushes -- "This is /not/ what I expected." Dodge, ready, rest on the
feet, get ready to move.
M'verick ahs, "tell him to chew rather." he chuckles at himself, "Oh,
I love hatchings."
On the Sands, K'tel glances briefly at Katany, expression puzzled. He
gives a minute, confused shake of his head then looks back at the green.
On the Sands, Kiyana's widen as the green starts to sprint and she
readies herself to get out of the way, a soft ut-oh coming from her,
'She's moving fast."
Catalina blinks. "Oh wait." She giggles and fumbles around in the bowl
she completely forgot she had, she was so absorbed with her new
lifemate. "Uh, right..Here, Nisanth, you need to chew this." A pause.
"Um.. Well..."
Eosith shakes his new toy again, rejoicing in the oil he's flinging
everywhere. Kyli chokes and reaches for the paddle, trying to wrest it
away from the blue.
On the Sands, Elen looks at the green on the sands now, she is
obviously tired, but the smile stil there. "What a night." she exclaims.
J'on glances over from where he's spoiling Linneth rotten with caresses,
and beams. "Ev! What a bronze!" He nudges Linneth. "Look at your
brothers and sisters."
M'verick looks around to be sure everyone else is alright and he hasn't
mispoken himself.
E'vrin nods. "Chew." He looks down at the bronze hugging his calf,
calmer than his new rider, and red-eyed from hunger, not tears. "You
have to chew, Sharath." And let the meat-shoveling begin.
On the Sands, Katany squeezes K'tel's hand gently. "Harpers. I was
almost a Harper. I like it when we Impress them."
On the Sands, Frosted Fir Green Dragonet continues to evaluate and
discard her choices. No. Nope. Not good enough. Carelessly she turns
away from the entire group, but then looses her footing. Falling
sideways, she rolls, wings splaying out in a most undignified fashion.
But, quick as you please she's up again. In fact, did she fall at all?
Her quest continues.
Sarai looks over at E'verin and grins, sleepily. One hand caresses
Cyrath's smooth, oiled, hide. "E'verin and Sharath..."
On the Sands, Macami grins. "She's got spirit. Tivu likes them with
spirit. As do I." She winks at Siara.
J'nyx has finally finished the oiling and is sitting back against
the wall, Fironth gathered into his lap, his hands caressing her
gently, humming what probably would be a lullaby if he could sing -
although it sounds more like a wherry in pain. The little green
though appears to be blissfully happy about it. Love isn't just
blind, it's also deaf.
On the Sands, K'tel nods to Katany, face clearing. He blinks as the
green rolls, "Oops." He chuckles softly, "She'll be a handful."
On the Sands, Faerysa leans against Irianth still, looking brighter
and brighter. "Almost /free/," she breathes. Nevermind she can't go
much of anywhere afterwards, either. And Irianth gives her a rather
disgusted look.
On the Sands, Hotohori winces. "She never even slows." This monolouge
is mostly for himself, the candidate resting on the balls of his feet
as he watches that green tumble in headlong. She's going to gouge
something. Or someone.
On the Sands, Kiyana gasps a bit as the green falls, taking a step
back so as not to be in the rushing dragon's way, "Please oh please
don't run me over." she mutters under her breath as she takes that
step back, eyes getting big and round again.
On the Sands, T'dry just shakes his head at the green. "She'll be
lovely to chase, that one, when the time comes."
On the Sands, Maraczek watches the last dragonet in silence, hands
closed in their white-knuckled grip on the sides of his robe. He
swallows, intense.
On the Sands, Silvon shakes himself suddenly, careful not to look up at
the ledges. He looks over the sands, noting few hatchlings remaining,
and sets his jaw, a mutinous expression on his face. Noticing the green
dashing about, he can't help but grin crookedly, shaking his head.
Sharath hiccups, then nudges for more. "Chew," E'vrin tries, seeking
proper firmness through the haze. "--Yes," he throws at Sarai, happy.
Happy.
On the Sands, Whilst holding the boy, Nadia watches the green, her
smile faint but vigilant.
On the Sands, Frosted Fir Green Dragonet stops just short of a tall,
stringy one. Somehow, this is different. Better. Perhaps even good
enough. The green head bends down and .. rams! You, silly!
On the Sands, The Frosted Fir Green Dragonet gazes into Hotohori's
eyes.
Linneth looks, obediently. She starts to make her way over to her sister
green, looking at herself and at Fironth.
Catalina peers at Nisanth and points to her back teeth. "You grind the
meat back there so it's sort of mushy before swallowing." That said, she
places a chunk in the brown's mouth and watches with a grin as he chews
carefully, swallowing with a pleased rumble. "Great! Okay, here." More
meat disappears into Nisanth's maw as Cat does her best to keep his
hunger to a minimum.
Kyliven finally wrestles the oil paddle away from Eosith, Sharath's
entrance distracting (unfairly, perhaps) the little blue. She sighs,
eyes rolling towards J'on with a harried smile. "How's Linneth?"
Sarai smiles at E'vrin, "Sharath? He's handsome."
J'on calls over "Curious. And happy. And fighting sleep like a little."
He grins in sheer bliss.
On the Sands, Macami laughs and nods approvingly. "What spirit! She can
do wrestling matches with Hotohori."
On the Sands, H'tori ooofs, bowled over into a set of arms, legs, wings
and tail -- they bowl roll for quite a bit before they pause, head
shaking as he finds a green's head in his stomach. "Gosh shardit,
Queroth! Queroth??" Um...
On the Sands, Elen chuckles. "All these lovely greens for Kineth." She
then smiles softly as this one move to Hoto.
Fironth raises a sleepy eyelid to examine the other little green
approaching. Then shuts it again. Firmly.
On the Sands, Kiyana sighs softly and relaxes as the green impresses to
Hotohori and she relaxes as it's all over, "What's her name H'tori?"
On the Sands, Arthan looks from face to face around him with a serious
expression on his face. He moves in sync with the others in his group as
they all attempt to get out of the way of a passing green that is intent
on someone alongside them.
On the Sands, K'tel laughs as the newest pair goes tumbling. He shakes
his head, "Oh, my."
On the Sands, H'tori helps Queroth to a better spot.
On the Sands, Maraczek smiles, worrying his lip quietly. He nods to
Hotohori, now H'tori, and very slowly smooths out his robe, not
suffering a single fold in it.
E'vrin kneels carefully beside his (oh, his) bronze, a long hand
running over wet flanks and tail and neck. "Chew," he repeats quietly,
lost in him. And Sharath chews.
On the Sands, Elen smiles at the new rider, moving to assure they can
smoothly leave the sands.
On the Sands, Deresh ahhs as the last one Impresses, and turns to
Cele, "Looks like we're just smelling of eggs, again."
Laurene rubs her cheek affectionately against the brown's hide,
mindless of the smudge of oil it leaves behind.
On the Sands, Siara sighs, looking at all the broken shells on the
now quiet sands.
On the Sands, Macami snorts. "For Tivuketh, mind you, Elen. There won't
be much left for you." Suddenly she notices the people that were left
standing, and she sighs deeply, a sad expression on her face.
On the Sands, T'dry claps and whistles as the impressions continue,
the sands clearing now.
On the Sands, H'tori groans, getting to his feet, before he winces.
"Jays... after I get used to you, lass, afterwards." He's going to
have bruises for days.
On the Sands, Silvon stiffens, standing woodenly, as the last of the
hatchlings find their lifemates. He stares over the sands, eyes
glistening before he scrubs at them angrily.
On the Sands, Maraczek slowly lowers himself to one knee, left hand
reaching down to scoop up a ahndful of sand. He rises again, standing
upright and tall, jaw set firmly.
Kyliven grins tiredly, one eye casting about for Eosith. "I hope he is,
too. Shells, but he makes me tired just looking at him." Eosith,
meanwhile, attempts to climb onto the couch again, only to be pushed
down. Again. "Are you hungry?" she asks, almost desperately. Anything
to distract.
Linneth looks at Fironth again, then up to J'on. He nods. "Yes, love.
Now come on. Let's get settled, eh?"
E'vrin jerks even as Sharath does. "Who's Queroth?" he asks all,
peering nervously around. "He wants to know."
On the Sands, Nadia curls herself more about the young lad, pleased to
have someone to console. Her words are silken as they drift across the
sands, trying to warm the souls who are left behind.
On the Sands, Celebanna gulps slightly nodding to Dreresh, releasing
the hand, shoulders fight an urge to sob, but she manges to look fairly
dignifyed, blinking at where the weyrlings went, "Well, at least I'll
get to work with hides," she manages to grin at the Deresh, "Even if
it's just salting, and not oiling..."
On the Sands, H'tori strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.
H'tori strides in from the Sands.
M'verick chuckles as H'tori and Queroth enter the barracks. "Well,
congratulations you two! Reminds me very much of Amylith--" although is
that a good thing, or a quiet warning of thigns to come? Who can say.
M'verick is grinning cheerfully however and hands over the large bowl
of meat scraps. "She's going to be hungry, but you must remind her to
chew so she doesn't choke on this meat." As he hands over the bowl he
waits to be sure the new weyrling understood.
On the Sands, K'tel sighs, seeing the reactions of the remaining
candidates. He reaches over to put his other hand over Katany's as
well.
On the Sands, T'dry moves back to stand right next to Faerysa, an arm
reaching around her waist. "They did wonderfully, didn't they?"
On the Sands, Deresh nods, here eyes somewhat clouded, and slips an arm
around Celebanna, "C'mon. The WEyrleaders will wan tto talk to us.
On the Sands, Faerysa's expression is torn between her own vast relief
and duty-bount sympathy. But, well.. Katany and K'tel can take care of
that for her, right?
H'tori steps in, wincing as he rubs his stomach. Bruise. Pain. Blink.
He's here... "Yes, Queroth.. later. Really." Wrestling with a
dragonet.. this is new.
On the Sands, Faerysa glances up towards T'dry, leaning into the arm.
"They did," she says, softly. "Everyone did."
On the Sands, Arthan stands still now, the action over. His face
remains set and serious as he looks, almost calmly, out over the
remains of the hatching.
On the Sands, Siara sighs, gazing at those left standing alone, "I wish
they all could have impressed," she says again to Macami, her eyes
fixing on her cousin before moving on to the others.
On the Sands, Kiyana moves over to the other remaining candidates on
the sands, one hand resting on Maraczek's shoulder, "I think I'm going
to go home, I miss the Beastcraft."
Eosith suddenly collapses into a heap by Kyli's legs. He's not hungry,
he's tired. Not so tired that he can't rub his oily head along her
legs, however.
M'verick waggles the bowl of meat back and forth, trying to get
H'tori's attention with it.
On the Sands, Elen squeeze's Siara's hand as her face looks to the
Weyrleader's.
On the Sands, Maraczek turns, once again bowing gracefully to sire and
dam, and then to T'dry and Faerysa.
J'on leads Linneth over to a couch, and soothes her, settling her head
in his lap. Her eyes lid. Oh, yes, she was fighting sleep.
On the Sands, Katany squeezes again, eyes on K'tel, then lets her gaze
cross those remaining on the Sands. A deep breath. First, though, she
lifts her voice to the galleries. "For those of you who have been
watching, the Hatching Feast will be in the Living Caverns. Please feel
free to attend and help us celebrate our new weyrlings!"
On the Sands, T'dry pulls Faerysa slightly against him just..holding
her. He is as motionless as he was active just a few minutes earlier.
On the Sands, Macami has sympathetic smiles for all of them, even the
one that made so much trouble for her, Maraczek. "Oh, I remember how
they feel."
On the Sands, Nadia helps her friend off the sands, and they both head
off into their old lives, hand in hand.
Queroth wastes no time. That way she runs, a dazed H'tori following.
"Jays... wait!" Such a beautiful relationship, as the now weyrling gets
the meat first, before putting it within the green's maw.
On the Sands, Celebanna nods slowly, a slight drop in her eyes, "Oh,
look at Silvon.." she says slowly, starting to head for him, but
finding she's got her arm held by Deresh, she doesn't, and listens to
Katany instead.
On the Sands, Nadia climbs up into the Stands.
Sarai lets her head rest beside Cyrath's, hand resting atop a lean
dragonette shoulder, "Yes... Yes. I'm here. Forever.
On the Sands, Faerysa's voice is low, not quiet carrying, even in the
comparative hush. "It's all over. And we're free now."
On the Sands, Katany turns then, focusing on the white-robed figures.
"This is the unpleasant part. Igen Weyr has enjoyed having each and
everyone one of you as Candidates -- but your dragon was not on the
Sands this time. You are more than welcome to remain here and make
your home with us."
M'verick grins in complete understanding at H'tori. "Alright, anyone
need anything?" He looks around, of course sneaking a look out to see
when Elen will be coming in to help give orders.
On the Sands, Maraczek looks around, attention fixing on Katany in
solemn silence.
Sharath shifts suddenly, wetly, into E'vrin's shoulder, and they both
whimper. "He's itchy, M'verick. Shards, I can feel it!"
On the Sands, Katany says "If you choose to do so please let us know
within the next few days. You do not have to make up your minds
immediately."
On the Sands, Deresh spies Silovn, and her eyes stray to him, snapped
back to front and center as Katany begins to talk.
On the Sands, K'tel nods, "We would be very pleased to have you."
On the Sands, T'dry nods softly, not daring to move. He listens to
Katany.
On the Sands, Silvon jerks slightly, focusing on someone speaking to
him. He nods woodenly again.
On the Sands, Katany nods, firm. Almost fierce. "If you do decide to
leave, please let us know instead of just slipping off quietly."
On the Sands, Kiyana sighs and turns to head for the candidates
barracks to collect her things so she can go home, seeming a little
sad but also relieved as well, "I miss the BeastCraft, they'll be
expecting me back." she says as she pauses to listen to the Weyrwoman
talk.
On the Sands, Katany says "And whatever you do, we all wish you the
best of luck in the future."
On the Sands, Faerysa stays silent, and /listens/.
J'on leans back against the wall, expression still stunned, but happy.
He caresses Linneth, every bit of her he can reach.
Kyliven holds out her oil bucket. "You can use mine, Eve...E'vrin."
Eosith slowly tracks his erstwhile plaything, but Kyli holds it far out
of reach.
M'verick nods to E'vrin and motions towards the large bin of oil and
the paddles for applying it to itching hide. "using the paddle takes a
bit of work to get used to, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."
On the Sands, Silvon shrugs, but remains silent.
On the Sands, Katany says "Right now -- I reccomend wine. Or quiet. Or
company." A pause, then almost shyly. "And if you need to talk to
someone, _do_. Siara and Macami are both still there for you. Do not
go brood alone."
H'tori continues to feed Queroth, gaze intent upon this tiny, rather
forceful lady. But like a gentleman, he feeds, before he gets butted
again. "Ow! Shardit!" She knows how to get to him, though he watches
the green chew, eventually leaving her to her own for a moment as
fingers move along her hide.
On the Sands, Arthan nods. Nothing said, he just nods.
On the Sands, Katany shifts closer to K'tel, tension lingering.
"That's all. You're free to go."
On the Sands, Macami nods eagerly, signalling her willingness to be
there for the former candidates.
E'vrin nods quickly and leads his bronze over. And sees -- "/Hoto./"
H'tori sets Queroth to rights gently.
On the Sands, Siara nods as Katany speaks, her hair falling forward,
covering the shifting expressions on her face, agreeing.
On the Sands, Silvon frowns slightly, some spunk returning, it seems.
"Is that an order?" he mutters.
On the Sands, Maraczek quietly looks around, before clearing his throat
and speaking softly. "Go where..?" As he scans about for a venue of
departure.
J'nyx now has his robe soaked with oil where Fironth's been sitting on
his lap, a dirty smudge on his face, blood streaks on his fingers from
the meat, and greasy hair where he forgot and ran his fingers through
it after oiling the new green love of his life. And has never looked
happier.
On the Sands, Elen looks deadly serious as she listens, nodding in
agreement to all Katany says.
J'on's own eyes start to drift shut, as Linneth's mood soaks into him.
On the Sands, Celebanna nods slowly, voice cracking as she says, "Back
through the package?"
On the Sands, Kiyana hmmms, 'We'll need to get our things from the
barracks."
On the Sands, Deresh says, lightheartedly, "Shards, I'm gonna have to
move my chests, again ..."
H'tori glances up, hearing his name, still, before he grins over to
E'vrin. "Hi. Meet Queroth."
On the Sands, Celebanna nods, "Sweet shells, has anyone been curing the
hides?" she wonders slowly, obviously hiding emotions with the quick
comment.
On the Sands, Macami sighs deeply and leans over to whisper to Siara.
On the Sands, Kiyana climbs up into the Stands.
E'vrin's fingertips trail down over the tawny bronze's upturned head.
So calm, that one. Steadied. "Sharath," he returns shyly. "We need oil;
excuse us."
On the Sands, Elen smiles softly to those on the sands, bows to the
dragons and to the Weyrleaders and makes her way to the barracks.
On the Sands, Elen strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.
Elen strides in from the Sands.
On the Sands, Deresh squeezes Cele's shoulder, "C'mon," she says,
"Let's get out of the heat."
On the Sands, K'tel reaches up to rest a hand on Kat's shoulder as he
watches the candidates. He sighs and squeezes the Weyrwoman's shoulder,
letting his own tension dissipate.
On the Sands, Arthan climbs up into the Stands.
On the Sands, Celebanna nods numbly to Deresh.
On the Sands, Celebanna climbs up into the Stands.
On the Sands, Maraczek quietly makes his way off of the sands, hands
tucked behind his back.
On the Sands, Siara mutters to Macami, "... I need... talk to..."
On the Sands, Silvon climbs up into the Stands.
On the Sands, Maraczek climbs up into the Stands.
Elen enters with a soft smile playing on her lips, and quickly lets her
trained eye flash about the room.
On the Sands, T'dry releases the goldrider's waist and gently takes her
hand. "Free," he repeats. "Whatever that means."
On the Sands, Deresh sees Elen bow and it reminds her of her manners.
Detaching from Cele, she bows to Irianth and Avroth, "Thank you," she
says.
J'on is sleeping leaned against the wall, Linneth's head in his lap.
Her eyes are fully lidded.
On the Sands, Siara heads for the stands herself, after bowing again to
Irianth and Avroth.
On the Sands, Siara climbs up into the Stands.
On the Sands, Faerysa's smile is bittersweet. "To fly."
On the Sands, Deresh then turns and heads back to barracks.
On the Sands, Macami nods. "Of course, Siara."
Sarai's eyes sleepily look up at E'vrin and Sharath as they make their
way over, "Hey..." She smiles and yawns, as Cyrath exhales. "I'm sorry,
love," she whisperes to Cyrath. "I wanted to see Kyliven..."
M'verick grins at Elen and salutes her. "All fed--or mostly fed,
working on the oiling." Boy does he look proud of himself. Some people.
H'tori smiles, noticing the change, though Queroth doesn't leave him to
ponder upon it long. Instead, head leans down to Queroth's muzzle, the
green's snout and his nose moving as one. "Itch."
On the Sands, Macami climbs up into the Stands.
Sharath evinces no patience for interhuman niceties, but buts E'vrin's
thigh. Oil! And gets it, fast.
Elen wlaks over to Ric. "So I see, dear, job well done." Some pride is
in her voice too."
On the Sands, Faerysa looks about, then leans to lift up a spare shard
that scattered her way. "I think," she says, "that it is time to get off
these Sands."
Kyliven catches her name and glances over, grinning in triumph at
Sarai. "How's Cyrath?" she asks, stumbling a bit over the unfamiliar
name. "She's beautiful, Sarai!"
M'verick brushes on some oil spatters on his tunic, "I wasn't sure if
you wanted them to pick out couches yet or not. So, I'm leaving that to
you, this being my first time an' all."
On the Sands, T'dry nods. "After you." He gestures for her to lead.
On the Sands, K'tel looks over at Faerysa and T'dry, giving them both a
smile. He grins at Rysa's words, "Good idea." He looks at Kat in
invitation, "Shall we?"
On the Sands, Faerysa climbs up into the Stands.
Sarai smiles and manages to sit up a little, "She's tired. She was
telling me I wasn't looking at her enough."
On the Sands, T'dry climbs up into the Stands.
Elen smiles at Ric and nods. "Thanks dear, you did more than well, knew
I could count on you." She sacns the weyrlings, wondering is they are
at all ready to listen.
On the Sands, Avroth leans down to nudge a particularly large shard
with his muzzle, then scans the general egg wreckage left on the sands.
Kyliven blinks tiredly but fights to stay awake. "She's beautiful," she
assures the erstwhile beastcrafter again. At her feet, Eosith grunts
and wiggles, almost flipping himself over. Kyli beams down at her
troublemaker.
M'verick grins back at Elen and lingers to one side, watching them as
well.
Elen claps her hands loudly to get everyone's attention.
E'vrin and Sharath look up as one, the latter dozy and leaning into
the former trustingly (and oily).
Kyliven looks up at the clap, playing with the end of her runnertail.
J'on starts and opens his eyes. "Huh? Wha?"
Elen stands up straight, she folds her arms, then lets them hang loose
again, self conscious of trying too hard to be imposing. "First of all,
let me welcome you all to Igen Weyr as our new weyrlings." Her voice
carries easily around the barracks and there is a soft smile at the end
of the sentence.
J'nyx cradles Fironth's sleepy muzzle and looks up, listening to Elen.
Cyrath snorts and nudges Sarai's ribs, solidly. "Yes," smiles Sarai.
Almost jumping up, Sarai and Cyrath both look at Elen. Sarai's quiet,
but Cyrath vocally displays her displeasure with a rumble. "Hush," says
Sarai.
H'tori listens, Hands and robe slathered in oil, mostly because Queroth
won't stop moving. There. And there. And there.
Dysira strides in from the Bowl.
Elen gives a slight nod to Dysira, letting no nerves show to her as she
adresses the weyrlings.
E'vrin slides to sit against the oil vat, and his bronze sighs his way
across the ready lap, wings and tail asprawl. The new rider keeps awake,
though. Bright-eyed.
M'verick nods hello to Dysira as well, standing to one side of Elen
and a little behind her.
Regal swoops in from the Bowl.
Regal lands on the perch.
Laurene's hand strokes lightly over the brown's headknobs as she turns
her attention to the Weyrlingmaster, expression lacking usual
seriousness because it's hard to look silly when your eyes are all
meltingly soft from recent Impression.
Elen carries on, knowing that everyone will soon be tired from the
excitement of the night. "These barracks will be your home for two
turns, I and my staff will be everything to all. We are teachers,
bosses if you like, and also for some parents, confidants and friends.
It is my job and that of the weyr to train you to serve Igen and Pern
and do it well. This I take not lightly, and I expect the same respect
from each and everyone of you." Her eyes scan over each new weyrling in
front of her now, seriousness plain for all.
Dysira remains, actually, hovering near the barracks' entrance, her
arms folded across her chest and a small smile playing on her lips.
Kyliven yawns widely, blinking to keep her eyes on Elen. She slides off
the couch to sit on the floor next to Eosith, hand dreamily caressing
his still (for now) hide.
J'on nods seriously, but keeps getting distracted by the fact that
Linneth's tailtip s standing straight up. What a little fighter.
J'nyx is trying desperately to keep his eyes open. It's not working
terribly well. But he does manage to produce at least a semblance of
attention.
Sarai loops an arm around the neck of her brash gold, hands gently
tracing lines down Cyrath's chin. She nods at Elen, listening intently,
albiet sleppily.
Elen sighs, voice lower for a minute. "It is a tough time, and a
dangerous one, not all of you will make it." She closes her eyes for a
second, then continues. "I on the other hand will be fighting with
every sinew in my body to make sure you are all given the best chance,
and the best start." Her lips from a wry smile. "Give as much back and
we will not go far wrong."
Kyliven frowns slightly. Not all of them...? Hand pauses in its
caresses, then her expression firms and she resumes the strokes,
nodding once to Elen.
Elen gives a nervous glance to her 'mentor' Dysira and then smiles to
Ric. "So, you have met M'verick and D'ew tonight my AWLMS; they will
also be working as hard as I and nearly as hard as you." That said you
all now get a huge grin.
On the Sands, Katany says "Well, that is that."
On the Sands, Katany says "I should go find Faerysa so we can see about
rings. Would you care to come with?"
On the Sands, K'tel nods.
J'nyx has lowered his head to study the dozing form of Fironth tenderly
- he raises his head and watches Elen steadily. If her words chill him,
he does his best not to show it. Fironth stirs, and he lowers his head
again, murmuring inarticulate endearments.
M'verick smiles and bobs his head in a little 'bow' to the weyrlings as
he gets introduced. As if anyone wouldn't know him after he forced the
bowls of meat upon them.
J'on knows not everyone will make it. He's accepted that. He just will
not for a second believe it might be him and Linneth.
On the Sands, Katany climbs up into the Stands.
On the Sands, K'tel climbs up into the Stands.
Sarai looks at M'verick and then her attention is absorbed with Elen.
She hangs on every word as if her life depends on it. Cyrath is less
interested, and leans against Sarai, eyes whirling in sleepy blue-
green.
Kyliven turns, straightening as she searches for 'Ric. Face found, she
beams at him, mouthing something that might contain the word 'Amylith'
as she points to the ground beside her.
Faerysa strides in from the Bowl.
Katany strides in from the Bowl.
E'vrin nods to Elen.
K'tel strides in from the Bowl.
On the Sands, T'dry steps up on Avroth's thoughtfully extended forleg
and climbs quickly up on his neck, seating himself securely between his
dragon's neckridges.
On the Sands, Avroth flies up from the sands.
Faerysa steps in, fingers smoothing at her dress and her smile a touch
too bright. She's got a pouch in her hand. "We're interrupting," she
tells Elen.
J'on salutes, although it looks pretty silly with him sitting there and
Linneth's head in his lap.
E'vrin can't get up -- dragonet in the way -- but tries an awkward
salute.
Sarai blinks at J'on and hastily salutes.
H'tori manages to get up to salute, but it doesn't last long, as he's
tangled back down within a rather stubborn green. Wince. Pain.
Kyliven crane her head around and peers over the couch. Uh-oh, Rysa.
She bobs her head, then salutes when she sees the others do so.
Katany frowns. "Elen, do they have to salute in the barracks?"
J'nyx salutes. Eventually. After several hard nudges from his neighbour.
He was lost in rapt contemplation of Fironth again.
Elen shakes her head at Katany. "No, they do not dear, I think we just
have rather jumpy weyrlings as usual." She smiles at them all. "This is
your place, you only have to salute when anywhere else."
K'tel chuckles at the weyrlings, waving off the salutes.
Laurene moves to her feet, though this is made awkward by the brown
tail wrapped about her. She salutes the Weyrleaders as well as T'dry
and Faerysa. Idrelth makes an unhappy noise as Laurene moves away from
him.
Dysira straightens, nodding to Katany from where she leans against the
wall just inside the mouth of the caverns.
Faerysa takes a deep breath. "Well, I've got gifts," she says matter-
of-factly, her gaz looking down the whole row of thirty-one. Pause.
"But first, we," and she gestures to Katany and K'tel behind her, "would
like to welcome you to Igen's ranks of riders. We hope that you'll be a
credit to both us and yourselves."
M'verick nods to Katany and K'tel quietly, looking a little tired from
all the helping he did earlier.
Katany arches eyebrows at Dysira.
That same besotted smile crosses Laurene's features again as she urges
Idrelth onto a nearby couch. "Rest, love," she murmurs.
Kyliven beams, reaching down to stroke the near-comatose Eosith at her
feet. Even the tip of his tail barely moves. "Thank you, ma'am.
Faerysa." Eyes shift between Elen and the goldriderss, uncertain of how
forms of address are to be managed.
Sarai ohs at Elen and the other riders. She gulps and yawns, abruptly.
Dysira grins back to Katany, nodding, "Ok, ok. I was juts leaving."
Katany smiles.
Dysira walks through the tunnel and out to the Bowl.
Faerysa rattles her pouch slightly, and removes an object, glancing at
it for a moment then going back to the weyrlings. "Igen has a long-
standing tradition of presenting its weyrlings with specially
commissioned rings, based on the egg your dragon hatched from. We're
continuign that tradition now. "
K'tel nods, smiling in anticipation.
Sarai blinks at Rysa and then, gently, to the dozing gold almost in
her lap.
Elen grins, looking to the faces of the weyrlings as she idly
fingers her own ring.
J'on suddenly sits up as he realizes that it's his turn to carry on
that part of the tradition. He hadn't even thought about it.
Faerysa glances at the ring in her hand, then gives a truer smile.
"Jarnyx. J'nyx. I hope you find this to be everything you wanted --
and that she gives you your own joy."
J'nyx slides the Nature's Precipice Ring onto his finger.
J'nyx smiles as he looks up from Fironth, who's stirred and half raised
her head. His voice is soft as he gets to his feet to take the ring
from Faerysa. "Thank you, ma'am. Only thing I've ever seen nearly as
beautiful as she is, was the egg she hatched from. It's good to have a
reminder." Quickly he returnes to the green who's struggling to her
feet, soothing her, the ring now on his finger.
Katany watches Faerysa, smile growing until she looks almost maternal.
M'verick grins over at Elen and relaxes a little as the weyrlings get
their rings.
E'vrin struggles to sit up, his hand cupping Sharath's head tenderly,
for all that the bronze never stirs. He makes it to his haunches,
watches the ceremony solemnly with a hand still touching dragonhide.
Faerysa fishes the next out of the sack, considers it, then moves down
the line and stops before H'tori. "It's a different type of guarding,
but we're sure you'll do well," she says, softly, "With her by your
side."
H'tori slides the Daybreak's Thrall Ring onto his finger.
H'tori looks up, Queroth settling herself upon him just so, a smile
creasing sweat-stained features. The ring is taken, and looke down at,
before head bobbles. For once, the former guard is mute.
Kyliven reluctantly rises, sliding onto the couch so she's not sitting
on the floor. Eosith grumbles, beginning to stir, but Kyli straddles
him, pressing her calves into his sides and he quickly calms.
Faerysa's smile curls at the next, now. True and bright. "Jaegon.
/J'on/." She's enjoying this.
J'on grins. "Yes, Ma'am." He gently strokes Linneth's head.
"I'm glad you've found her," Rysa says, and that's heart-felt. "It
means more than you'd think, doesn't it?" And she offers the ring,
silent.
You slide the Moonlit Tranquility Ring onto your finger.
J'on takes the ring with pride. "She is everything in the world, just
like I said when I saw her come out of her shell."
Faerysa pulls the next, and turns. "Laurene."
Laurene straightens up again, trying to school her features into an
expression suitable for the occasion. A small sound from Idrelth
leaves her eyes once again melting into that soft expression.
Laurene says "Ma'am."
Faerysa just laughs, saying, "He's a fine one -- and hell be able to
fight well."
Laurene slides the Grace Denied Ring onto her finger.
Laurene smiles, voice soft. "We'll do our best."
Catalina sets Nisanth to rights gently.
Varying shades of white and tan arc across the surface of this pale
ghost of an egg, mimicing the reclusive shadows that pool near its
base. A rounded daydream, it possesses no detail to catch the eye,
except, perhaps, in what lacks: no flaw, no imperfection of surface,
shape or feature mark this ovoid as exceptional or particular.
Unnoticeable, except when it's considered that that same lack of
individuality is its most exceptional feature of all.
Faerysa half-turns. "Everin. E'vrin?" Her voise is crisp as she holds
the next, poised between her fingers.
E'vrin struggles further up, to his feet. Sharath sleeps on, but he's
still there. Very there: his rider's tear-stained, sweat-stained face
shows it. "Weyrwoman," he says properly in return.
Faerysa lets the ring glint. "Harper to rider, and debate in between
-- I'm sure there'll be more of /that/." Amusement flickers, and she
adds: "If he doesn't exhaust you first."
E'vrin slides the Dusk's Gloaming Ring onto his finger.
E'vrin says, low, closing his hand on the ring, "He will, but he'll
fire me back up, I promise you /that./" And, embarrassed, he sinks
back to the ground with his mate.
Faerysa turns now to Kyliven, hand closed about the jewelry in her hand.
"Kyliven. I suppose I can forgive your indiscretions now. " But there's
amusement there, in her tone.
Kyliven slides the Cozied Quilt Ring onto her finger.
Kyliven smiles slowly. "You'd better; I think he's gonna make enough
trouble for the both of us." She beams fondly down at the rain-colored
lump at her feet. "Thank you, ma'am."
Idrelth steps up onto Laurie and Idre's couch.
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