Mishia laughs softly. "Well, if you want to do it that way. I don't mind either way, but I'm not very good at gaming like this." She admits.
Wellesston shakes his head. "That's not fair. If I don't Impress, I won't be around to do anyone's chores! I'll be home in my little room at Fort, working on my Journeyman's project."
Brekka oohs "True." she hadn't thought of that, she grins "Okay then no stakes? just to have fun?
Mishia grins a bit. "That's a good idea.. Just to see how it goes?" she looks almost a bit relieved.. nah, not her. Nevermind. :) "Well, who wants to start? Winner rolls first for the next game?
Ranra plops down on her cot, and watches the dice-playing. She won't jump in just yet- she can wait for a while, maybe the second game.
Brekka glances at Ranra and murmurs "You playing this? I dunno how myself, but how hard can it be to roll a dice huh?" she looks at Ranra, least there is nothing at stake here.
Ranra shrugs. "I think I'll just wait for the next game, I want to see how it works, first." She peers closely at Stallone, wondering what in the name of Faranth is wrong. "Uhh, Stallone? Anything wrong?"
Jona turns to look at Stallone, "Why is his eyes close?"
Stallone shakes his head. "No, nothing wrong." He speaks in his soft, fanatical voice. "Just allowing my organs to rehang themselves in their proper alignment.
Zira comes home.
Ranra nods, her stomach now feeling as if VTOL's have started buzzing around inside. Nothing she can do to help it. She takes a look back, wondering how the dice game works.
Savin removes his robe and sits on his cot to watch.
Brekka shakes her head 'Not me."
Jona blinks at Stallone's answer, as she rolls unto her stomach, half-listening half drozing.
Kaarien comes home.
Stewart comes home.
Kaarien gives a friendly wave to the candidates gathered, a smiles to those she's met and the wanders in.
Jona blinks, and waves, "Hi Kaarien, Stewart
Brekka grins "Hey Kaarien, Hi stewart."
Wellesston stretches lean fingers towards Mishia for the dice. "For Faranth's sweet sake, /I'LL/ go first." He shakes his head at Stallone's obviously weird statement.
Zira slinks in and puts her back to the wall, shoving her hair behind her shoulders, watching the others play the game.
Mishia chuckles gently. "Ok, Wellesston." She grins and hands them to him. "There you go." She sits back, relaxing, pulling her vest tightly.
Kylorin comes home.
Brekka glances up at Zira and nods smiling at her friend "Hey Zira. come join us?" she grins at Wellesston's words and curls her knees to her chest head on knees to watch and wait her turn.
Stewart slips into the room, munching thoughtfully 'pon his lower lip. Others are spied, and he calls out an absent greeting: " 'Lo." Simple enough.
Mishia is part of a dice game, smiling as she sits back, waiting for Wellesston's throw and concentrating on them.. probably to get her mind off more stressful things.
Zira isn't gonna admit she doesn't know how. "Um, no thanks. I, um, just want to stand here for a few minutes. You go ahead."
Spryte comes home.
Stallone sits back down on his cot, his eyes slowly opening.
Savin looks at Zira and winks. "I see there were no chores on the board.
Wellesston cups long fingers around the dice, shakes them up in his hand, then tossess them to the surface of Mishia's cot. A 4 ond a 5. "That's nine. Not too bad." He says in a softy, proud way.
Kylorin sprawls across his cot, looking quite comfortable. He relaxes, quite happy to be back in 'civilization'.
Brekka glances over at Kyl still remembering his physical and giggles "You look comfortable Kyl." she is going to tease you you know.
Zira's green eyes twinkle at Savin, though she tries hard to keep her face bland. "Yes, I had noticed that. I wonder what happened?" She shifts lightly on her feet, and grins at Brekka. /She/ isn't likely to forget either!
Ranra adjusts to lay belly down on her cot, the still torn furs nice and warm against her fair skin. She lets all of her weight rest on her elbows, her head in her hands. She watches silently, her nerves mounting to quickly for her to combat them. Tunes play in her head, quick little ditties that penetrate deep into her thoughts.
Savin shrugs. "I guess the riders just decided to give us a break.
Spryte smiles as she comes in and plops down on her cot belly first, hands rummage underneath and she digs out her robe rolling over to hold it up and examine it carefully.."Shards, the hem still isn't right on this thing.." a sigh and another rummage, this time for needle and thread as she attempts to fix the offending hem.
Kylorin will just have to be around if Brekka ever gets preggers and taunt her then. His day'll come. "I am comfortable." he replies, yawning even. Did you like Kyl shirtless him? Kidding!
Kaarien watches the game with interest. "What game you playing?" she asks, "Never seen that one before.."
Mishia smiles. "Nice roll, I guess." She shrugs. She didn't make the game.. shards, she doesn't even know how to play it, but she'll try. She takes up the dice and rolls them lightly. a pair of threes. "Anyone else?" She asks.
Brekka trades a grin with Zira green eyess dancing playfully, giving him a wink she adds "Oh thats good, cause after last night......" she laughs softy and has /no/ intention of getting preggers thank you very much! As for shirtless? YUM!
Jona sighs as she begin to doze again, listening to the conversation, her eyes half-closed. She is thinking/daydreaming. She does have dreams, you know
Spryte rolls over again and smiles.."Game? How do you play it?"
Gryphynn comes home.
Ranra
*Between*- black braids fall unheeded to just above rounded shoulders, thumb-length red-gold roots surround her scalp and stick out in the oddest places, with baby fine wisps lingering at the nape of her neck. Sunburnt and be-freckled from ear to ear, her face proclaims softness with a natural smile and a hidden spark. Her appearance harbors some beauty with a delicate, supple figure, standing around 5'9. The features you notice the most are her forest green eyes which have a glint of humor, though premature lines stand underneath.
A simple knot of silver and purple is worn on Ranra's left shoulder, with a thin line of white signifying that she is a candidate at Xanadu Weyr.
Nervous. Very, very Nervous.
Ranra looks to be in her late teens.
She is awake and looks alert.
>> Ranra glanced at you.
Karise strides in from the corridor.
Jona hearing people enter, she sits up on her cot. Huh What? She begins by rubbing her eyes
Brekka looks over from her seat on the floor where the dicing is being played as Karise and J'na come in. She smiles at J'na glad to see her friend and then to Karise in puzzlement, what did she do /this/ time? "Hi J'na. Hi Karise."
Aniria is sitting carefully on her cot, finishing up the stitching on her robe. Well, rather, re-doing a bit that Kartan scratched out.
Savin was watching th half hearted dice game but now he's laid back on his cot relaxing.
Aniria turns and smiles at J'na and Karise. "Hello!"
Stallone is sitting on his cot, quietly reflecting.
Mishia shakes her head as everyone has seemed to lose their interest in the dice game, and moves to her footlocker, tossing them in. She pauses and smiles. 'Hello, ma'am, J'na." she says, saluting gently as she lets the footlocker's lid close with a light thump.
Karise wanders in, quietly, looking around. "All's quiet, it looks like." Comes under her breath, a hand spread over expanding stomach. "Don't mind me... just checking in on you," is called, faintly.
Spryte rolls over and eyes the newcomers with some suspicion but she is not moving, nope, gonna stay snug as a vtol in her cot, yep.
Ranra looks up from her position on her cot, giving a quiet, nervous, and polite (all at the same time) nod to Karise and J'na.
Gryphynn looks over towards the entrance, from where he is sitting on his cot, fidgeting with what appears to be a snag in his robe which is laid across his lap. He smiles a little and stands, setting the robe to the side and bows to both J'na and Karise, "Good evening riders," he says and plops back down onto the cot and fidgets with the robe again. The fidgeting could just be an excuse not to look nervous.
Grospella is muttering to herself, as she often does, going through her clothes press as she searches for something in it. "Dang...blasted thing. Where sdid I put it?"
Savin opens one eye as a couple of the riders names are called out. "Who''s in trouble this time?
Kaarien looks up as she notices everyone else is. She gives the riders a nervous smile and returns to her perusal of the dice-game.
Brekka nods at Karise in relief she /isn't/ in trouble! Oh good! She grins "How are you doing Karise?" noting the /large/ belly she asks politely.
Zira is leaning against the wall, watching the game going on. She looks particularly smug, though she tries not to.
Jona stretches, yawning. Swallowing nervously, she remembers to salute the riders. What's up? is it time? Is she ready for this?
J'na smiles. "Good to see you, Gryphynn, Brekka, Wellesston, Ranra." A polite tip of the head to Savin, who really /ought/ to bow to a Journeyman.
"No one, really!." Karise continues in, that belly not /that/ large, before she murmurs, "Fine and well, for being in my second trimester. Just thought I'd check around." Make sure no one's pranking, that sort of thing.
Dovrick comes home.
Aniria turns and smiles again at the rider and Weyrlingmaster. "I, for one, am so nervous I can barely see straight," she admits to the weyrlingmaster, preceded with a small bow of head in polite greeting. Prank? Would anyone here /prank/?
Kaarien shakes her head "Nope, no pranks here, all too nervous..." she grins "Well, I am..."
Savin closes his eye again and goes back to resting. No chores means rest and he's gonna get all he can.
Grospella quits her muttering for just a moment to look up at the incoming riders. "H'lo," is mumbled under breath as she forces a curtsey for both. Then she's back to finding....well, whatever it is she was looking for.
Gryphynn smiles as he succeeds in finding the stray thread which was causing all the problems and takes the needle and thread from its spot next to him and fixes the stray stitching. He holds up the robe, which still looks like two sheets sewed together. He smiles and sets it to the side and goes over to his trunk and puts the needle and thread away. After closing the trunk her returns to the cot next to the robe and it can be seen now that his hands have a slight shaking to them. He glances around at the others.
Aniria grins over at Gryphynn, all tension from the other day forgotten. "Nice robe," she comments, grinning.
Stallone remains sitting, vaguely trancelike.
Brekka glances at Karise and shakes her head, she doesn't have /time/ to prank. The headwoman is delighting in the chores she is keeping Brekka busy with. Brekka grins at J'na then looks back at karise apologetically, guess she overstated the pregnancy thing she really isn't all that big. She grins at J'na "How is Morianth? And your lifemate Karise?"
Ranra tucks her red/black hair behind her ears, her freckles starting to show even more than usual. Her green sparkling eyes are seriously checking around, darting from place to place in her effort to make sure that everything's fine. She finally reaches down and plucks out her robe, laying it beside her on the cot.
Kaarien reluctantly takes off the pendant she only recieved this morning, placing it gently with her silver band in the top of her press.
Wellesston rolls his eyees, and tries to hide behind someone else. He's been in Dutch with his Aunt for the past pranks, and for trying to slip out on his physical.
Gryphynn blushes slightly and chuckles, "Hey, it was all that I could find to fit this large frame," he says tapping his chest. He is without his vest, which does leave his chest bare, the faint white scars visable against his dark skin. His eyes look over each of the candidates as his hands continue their small shaking, he senses something in the air, the nerves of the others.
Jona sighs with relief. She's not in trouble, nope nope. Not this time. The riders dont' seem angry at all. She can relax. Yeap yeap.
Aniria grins broadly at Gryphynn. "It looks _fine_," she says, reassuringly. "I mean, fits the requirements. Hopefully, you'll only have to wear it once," she adds, with an even broader grin.
Zira saunters over to the clothes press, and checks her robe for the last time. Not that she is /nervous/ or anything. She regrets its construction now...but it is too late. She just prays she'll keep her feet.
Mishia sits back, smiling a bit. "It looks good, Gryph.. you did well, considering what you had to work with." She teases gently, though a caring smile is on her face.
Karise continues moving through, just looking really, though steps a are a bit careful than the norm. "You know, the eggs have gotten extremely hard... it won't be too long now."
Spryte raises an eyebrow as she looks around, nervous? She is /not/ nervous, no reason to be..she has decided that there is nothing to be nervous about and goes to smooth her hair off her face before she notices the slight tremour in them..odd.
Aniria looks up swiftly at Karise. "Are you serious?" she asks, her hands beginning to shake. After she pricks herself in the thigh, she puts the needle down.
Kaarien nods in reassurance "It looks fine, Gryphynn, really.." she smiles. Turning at Karise's comment she swallows hard "Not long? How long is not long?"
Jona blinks, "Huh? They are? Are we going to get to touch them again?"
Gryphynn chuckles and then looks at Aniria and cocks his head to the side looking slightly confused, "Um, this is the second time I have used it," he says as if he thought that she knew that. He smiles at Mishia, "Thanks," and then turns and nods to Karise, "I hope so," he says, his words probally echoed the thoughts of some of the other candidates as he sits on his hands to keeping them from shaking.
Grospella lifts her head at that particular announcment. "Not long now?" She grimaces once and then sighs. "Get it over and done with then."
Mishia blinks a bit and nods. "Likely, ma'am.." She grins weakly. 'I heard some of the riders betting about it.. the odds were within the next two or three days." She says weakly. "I didn't have marks to waste on such things, however." She admits.
Kylorin looks up at auntie dearest, never mind that he's been avoiding her like the plague. ;) "Really? Great, I get to go home." He yawns, still prone on his cot, hands clasped behind his head. "Must be spring in Fort by now."
Aniria turns back at Gryphynn. "Oh dear," she says, softly. "I'm sorry... I really didn't know." She smiles awkwardly.
Brekka looks up at Karise and nods "Really?" her voice shakes a bit then smooths, the only visible sign she is nervous. Harper training keeping her from showing outward nerves though her tummy is in knots and her insides are literally quaking. She looks at Karise and waits for an answer.
J'na leans against the wall. "Morianth's just fine, Brekka. She's very excited though, and is perched on the Viewing ledges. she's convinced that the eggs are ready to Hatch soon." To Jona, she gently shakes her head. No, dear. It's much too close to Hatching time."
Karise nods slowly, even as she gives a bit of a yawn. "No, no touchings. Hate for you to do it, then have a egg hatch in front of you." Terrible, really.
Jona sighs and pouts, "Shards" She's very disappointed. Hatching? Did she say too close to Hatching? She looks at J'na, "oy. vey."
Aniria grins softly at Karise's comment. "It'd jack up your chances for Impression a bit _too_ much," she comments, with a wink.
Brekka glances at J'na and swallows "Morianth thinks its /time/?" now Brekka /is/ nervous visible signs showing as she looks at J'na and Karise biting her lip in nervousness. "And Mori has been right before too."
Ranra buries her face in her furs, breathing slowly and trying to keep herself as calm as possible. Is it safe to say that it isn't working? Of course it is.
Mishia shakes her head and just stands, stretching out.. one would claim she was a contortionist, to tell the truth. Some of the positions she goes into look absolutely impossible to imagine.
Gryphynn shrugs and smiles at Aniria, "Is okay, I just thought that everyone knew." he says and then glances at Mishia, "Well, take two," he says still smiling, "You get your robe altered?" he asks, trying to make small talk to get rid of the nervousness that has really started to hit him.
Spryte blinks and covers her head with a blankiet...she does /not/ want to hear this, if she doesn't hear it they won't hatch. Interesting logic but all her own.
Dovrick looks up, finally paying attention. And gapes. Hatching? Now? *faint!*
Mishia looks up from a rather painful looking position and says, "Yeah.. it's still a bit tight, but at least it doesn't feel like it was molded onto me." She admits, loosening up to lay on the floor.
Aniria shrugs softly at Gryphynn. "I'm a bit out of the loop," she comments softly. It doesn't matter if he hears her... her hands are shaking and her eyes and bright. Nervous!
Karise smirks, just a touch, before she nods. "Or get you clawed. That's why we keep everyone off until the dragons start humming, when it's this close." Nose wrinkles, faintly, before she looks around. "We prefer to keep such events... accident free."
Savin is still laying in his cot relaxing but a frown comes over him when he overhears that he can't go touch that egg again.
Gryphynn smiles and chuckles, "It did look nice molded, but ya need to be able to walk." his eyes flash slightly as he talks to Mishia, and watches her stretch. His eyes pull away to look at the others.
Eyes wide, Stewart can do naught but nod from his place upon his sagging cot. He shoulda stayed in the kitchens.
Spryte stuffs a pillow over her head, she /really/ does not want to hear any referance to clawing, gouging or anything painful..nope, no eggs, no hatching, no awkward dragonets, it's a dream.
Aniria nods at Karise, softly. "I can imagine why!" she says, eyes sparkling.
Zira has to admit that it sounds like a good idea to her. She doesn't want to be wrinkled or scraped or clawed or any such. She really likes her skin in one, whole piece.
Kaarien nods at Karise's comment "If it's so close, should we get into our robes?" she asks, a hint of nerves causing her voice to shake.
Ranra thinks on Karise's words. Ran would like to /stay/ accident free for the night, thank you very much. She is still silent, thinking only of tunes and of chords, trying to take her mind off of the night. Calm is good.
Rivka walks gracefully in from the corridor.
Jona nervously swallows again as she listens to the speculation from theothers. She slips a hand under her pillow to finger her robe. "What?"
T'on rambles in from the corridor.
Kym traipses in from the corridor.
Karise blinks, faintly, as she watches... more people. "Is something..." Nevermind. "Is it starting now?" she wonders, as more people enter the area, ushered in.
Aniria raises an eyebrow. "What's happening?" she asks, eyes bright.
Kaarien loks up as /more/ riders arrive "Is it time?" she asks, voice breaking on 'time'.
Gryphynn stands, glad of something to do and bows to the other riders that just came in, "Good evening, Riders," he says with a smile. His hands freed from underneath have started thier shaking again, though he isn't going to ask.
Spryte hums softly under her pillow, fingers in her ears voice drowning out any noise whatsoever..if she can't hear, it can't happen...can we say denial?
T'on walks over to Karise and smiles slightly, not saying anything more, his arms crossing over his chest.
Wellesston peeps out from behind Gryphynn. Did she just say Hatching? Suddenly, the former Tammer's apprentice is all ears. Maybe he'll be home to Fort soon.
Ranra takes a look up to see more people making their ways into the barracks. Oh, shards. She gives a brief smile to T'on and the others, trying to calm herself with more tunes running through her head.
Jona watches all the riders filing in. She looks like she's ready to faint as she pulls her robe closer like a security blanket. She searches the faces for a sign of what they are thinking
Brekka blinks as Rivka, T'on and Kym walk in, she manages a nervous smile, something is /up/ "Hi T'on, Kym, Rivka. My regards to your lifemates."
Mishia blinks and looks up from her repose from the floor, curious. She lifts her legs, and then sinuously kicks her self up to her feet, standing and stretching. "Greetings.." She says, her eyes widening a bit, and for an instant, a fight or flight instinct ripples through her for a flash.
Karise nods, letting loose a quiet sigh, before she turns around. So much for the quiet mom, as voice barks suddenly, drill sergeant-like. "All right! Let's get dressed people! Seems the eggs are rocking now, so get into your robes!"
Zira's head whips around as /more/ riders enter, giving away that she is a bit more on edge than she wants folks to think. She pushes her hair out of her way as some of it sticks to cheek.
Rivka tries to pull up the last of her errant hair into a tie, a harried expression on her face before she stops short, and offers the candidates an encouraging smile.
Grospella looks up peering at all the other people in the room and swallowing. It's getting claustrophobic.....robes? She blinks. "Now? It's happening now??"
Savin opens an eye once again as more riders names are being mentioned and the sounds around him begin to pick up with everyones murmering. He mutters, "CAn't anyone respect quietness anymore." and then sits up in his cot knowing full well that he will never get any rest with all this chatter.
Jona erps loudly and drives for the changing screens, quickly she tosses her gown and clothes over the screen as she changes into her robe
Kaarien grips her robe tightly, then releases, allowing all her tension and nerves to drain away. Shaking her head to rid herself of the last negative thoughts, she turns her back, whipping her clothes off quickly to don her robe.
Spryte can't hear a thing under her pillow except vague barking...barking? Who let a canine in here? She lifts the pillow up to risk a peep and groans..noooo! Shards, it's time!
Aniria inhales swiftly with a gasp of air. "Okay," she says, a little too loudly, nervousness making her hands shake. She orders Kartan to the foot of the cot and grabs her robe. She pulls back her hair into a ponytail and runs behind the nearest changing screen. Clothes go flying and that robe goes on. She emerges, ready to go, in the robe she's been working on for sevendays.
Wellesston's already in his robe, since he just finished trying it on and patching the super-thin parts. He bends down and pulls his sandals from under his cot, straps them to his oversized feet, and inches closer to the knot of riders. Ready or not, here it comes...that time which may or may not change his life forever.
Gryphynn takes the robe from the cot next to him and throws it on over the top, he sits for a moment and soon the little bit of clothes that he did have on are next to him on the cot and he is slipping into the large sandles he had made for his feet. He stands ready to go, needing to go, before the nerves overwhelm him and he loses the control he has been trying to maintain.
Ranra stands and pulls on her robe, the white fabric stretched across her curvy frame. "I don't know how I'll ever manage on the sands in this thing." This girl's got hips, ya know. Her entire body is rigid, the excitement pounding through her like white water through a river gorge.
>> Karise glanced at you.
Mishia blinks, and then suddenly rushes to her fottlocker, dodging in and out as she almost dive-slides under a cot, and stops right next to hers, moving to her foot locker, to snag her robe, shrugging out of her clothes, and slips into her robe as fast as she can.. probably the slowest thing of the entire series of motions at that.
>> Rivka glanced at you.
Aniria grins over at Ranra. "We'll all do fine," she says, chuckling in spite of the fact that she can barely see straight.
Kym simply nods in Karise's direction as she enters the barracks; slightest smile touches upon lips as she eyes the Candidates' panic. "Your robe. It's probably in the clothespress," greenrider directs a shaky girl, pointing.
Stallone heard that order, and his strange intense grey eyes open widely, and he reaches under neath his cot for his robe, pulling his clothing off with his other hand. In short order, he's slipping the robe over his head, before dropping his trous. Sandals are found and donned, and he straights, moving towards Karise quietly.
Savin blinks as Karise makes her announcement. He sighs andf gets into his robe. Is that a bit of nervousness showing on him? Maybe
Kylorin gurgles at the sudden scampering of everyone around him and he rolls off his cot. "Yikes! I thought we had at a little more time than that!" he protests as he pulls out his robe from the press. He looks at the lines waiting around the changing screens and he makes a face. Again, he strips off his shirt, then pulls on the robe before he drops his shorts as well. That should do.
Brekka gapes in shock pausing a moment, then scrambles to her feet. Moving to her clothespress she furiously begins digging for her robe muttering "Where is that sharding thing!" sighing in relief she removes her clothes and slips it on completely forgetting she was in a dorm with men.
Jona looks around for her hair brush and sandals. "Where are my sandals? I can't. . ." She kicks one under the cot. She grabs for it, only to bang her head on her cot. "Owwww."
Aniria hurries to the door quickly, biting her lip so hard that it goes all red. Ready to go.
Grospella sighs and disrobes from tunic and then slips her robe....well, if you can call it a robe, over her body. Nervousely, she smoothes the end of it, then halts the action. "Rubbish." She keeps her boots on though. On this, she won't be compromising.
Zira jumps for real now, and seeing the changing screens full, simply slips off her top and on with her robe, facing the wall. Shaking hands fumble with her ties...there, that should hold. She slips off her sarong and such...and jumps on one foot as she tries to get into her sandles, which suddenly refuse to slip onto her feet.
Gryphynn moves forwards towards the riders and then stands there, kind of at attention, already dressed and waiting. He isn't going to waste anytime and he has been ready for this moment almost since he was searched. He smiles, though it is a weak one that does little to hide the excitement and nervousness.
Spryte rolls over and fishes for the robe she was in the middle of fixing, pulling off clothes under her blanket and pulling on the robe. Head comes up for air and a fast pull back of hair to be wrapped in a thong. One good kick and the blanket goes flying, Spryte following it swiftly, red faced and sweaty already as she looks for her sandals...where are they...oh, there's one and there's the other.
Rivka looks over the candidates with a faint smile, and helps one of the nervous young women finmd her sandals, chuckling under her breath and remembering what it was like. "Y'really should be more organized" she admonishes the aoman gently.
T'on smiles as he turns away from Karise, moving among the candidates. "C'mon guys, it's now or never." He stops to smile at a nervous Smithlad, who's hands are shaking so violently he can't do anything but sit there.
Ranra nods, biting her lip. She places her hands on her hips and looks up to T'on, a smile piercing her face. Time to go! She heads towards the door, ready.
Brekka swallows and moves to stand long sloppy robe hanging off her. She shifts a bit then stands still until she is told to move.
Jona hops on one foot as she buckles her last sandal on to stand in line. She's ready. Weelll as ready as she can ever be.
Stewart fishes his robe out from amidst his other belongings, hurrying to change. Nervous glances go for Weyrlingmaster and her staff; a quick gulp is unmistakable as he moves after other nearby Candidates.
Kaarien sits to tie the knots on her sandals. Finished, she stands, the only sign she's nervous, her whte knuckled hands that cling to her robe in a death grip.
Savin for some reason can't seem to move very quickly.
Spryte finishes lacing up the last sandal and heaves a sigh, heart pounding and breath shallow as she tries to calm herself.
Aniria looks down at herself, checking her robe, her sandals, and her posture. All set.
Karise moves to the front of the line. "Elaros... straighten your belt... and make sure your sandals are on." Head shakes, slowly, as she continues up, coming to a pause at the front of the line. "Is everyone ready??"
Brekka nods, unable to speak because she is /so/ nervous of a sudden
Spryte gives a tentative nod feeling like she is lying..how can anyone be ready for the unknown?
Aniria nods swiftly at Karise. "Yes, ma'am," she agrees, voice excited.
Kaarien nods nervously, watching Karise for instructions.
Ranra nods to Karise, as ready as she will ever be in her life. "Yes." She says this for certain, and even though she is scared half to death and almost shaking, she is ready.
Stallone stalutes sharply. "I'm ready."
Dovrick nods, looking fairly pale, but too nervous to run.
Mishia nods. "Affirmative, ma'am." she says as she dodges around cots, taking a last few sips of a mug of lukewarm water, almost as an afterthought, which is it. She moves to form up in the line, standing rigidly.
Kylorin tosses his clothes into his press, then smooths down his robe. Crossing his arms against the slight chill, "Yes ma'am." he says to Karise. He'll be warm enough soon.
Zira appears calm, nodding silently. Those talented fingers are tucked close to her body, to prevent anyone seeing them shake. Never let em see you sweat!
Jona gulps as she moves to stand in line, nods. She's ready
Savin nods quietly. "I guess so.
A willowy blonde from Ista scrambles into her robe, and nearly collides with a dark lad from Telgar. "Watch where your going," she hisses.
Gryphynn nods from where he is stands and smiles at Karise, "Yes, rider," he says with his deep voice. His gaze darting about, the newest sign of his wound up nerves as he doesn't focus on much for long. One hand reaches up and scratches his head, "At least I think I am," he says with a deep chuckle of his baritone voice. The laugh again, an attempt to drive nervousness away.
Grospella starts to get as nervous as everyone else seems to be. She stands, falling into place behind a few of the candidates, muttering a "Yes ma'am," softly.
Spryte smiles gently at the dark Telgar lad, motioning him over as she sees him go pale from the hissing blonde.."Just hold my hand out there, things will be fine"
Jesslyn silently gets into the rank and file, rather grateful for the anonimity of being dressed alike.
Karise looks over to the rest of the riders in the room. "J'na... Rivka, can you stand in the back... make sure no one straggles?"
Jona wishes she has sleeves to hide her nervous cold hands into
Savin looks up suddenly. "Ok I'm first right?" he starts toward the head of the line.
T'on pipes up. "Where do you want me, Karise."
Rivka nods, and makes her way to the back of the line, "Will do Karise!" she calls out with a grin. She does so enjoy hatchings.
J'na smiles, pushing slowly to the rearward. "All righ, it's time now."
Stewart takes her cue from T'on, intoning cheerily, "Put me in somewhere, too."
Kaarien slots herself into the line near Jona, grabbing her cold hand and rubbing it. "You'll be fine.." she whispers.
Karise calls to T'on and J'na, "In the middle. Kym, come with me and lead them out?" Alright. Alright. "Let's go, people!" is called, as she heads into the exit.
Karise leaves for the Sands.
Jona gives Kaarien a wane little smile.
Stallone leaves for the Sands.
Ranra takes up a spot somewhere behind Savin. "Uh, yeah. Savin, you lead the way." Shells, she's not going to do it.
Gryphynn leaves for the Sands.
You head out the barracks and down the corridor, then through the central hallway and into the tunnel that opens up into the Hatching Cavern.