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Temari(#3631Pc)
The girl before you appears to be in her late teens, perhaps seventeen or eighteen turns. She is of average height and build, with sparkling blue/grey eyes and skin deeply tanned by the southern sun. Her white-blonde hair is tied back with a simple leather lace. Her features, whilst not beautiful, are certainly pretty, enhanced by her usually cheerful demeanour and her seemingly boundless energy. She is wearing a simple, crudely-made white robe, and leather sandles.
It is currently 4:42 p.m. on day 1 of month 2 in Turn 31 of the 10th Pass. The season is currently summer. (Remember we are in the southern hemisphere!)
Candidate Barracks(#396RAJL$)
Alianne wanders back into the barracks, sending a worrysome glance over her shoulder, towards the dark plumes of smoke and the general, lightning-lit outside. Crossing her arms in front of her, she makes it to her cot, frowing.
Tolas notices the worried look on Ali's face, "You worried about something?"
Alianne blinks, surprised, turning towards the source of the voice. Recognizing who it is, she relaxes. "Yeah. There's a fire out there," she nods in the direction of the outside world, "and the eggs are supposed to hatch any day now."
Tiria sighs as she lies staring at the ceiling of the barracks from her cot, she coughs slightly at the smoke and looks dismayed at the lightning.
Tolas looks over at Tiria, then back at Ali, shrugging. "Well, the fire can't come in the weyr, I mean, it /is/ all stone. I understand about the hatching though, I'm kinda nervous too." He gives a sympathetic grin.
Temari shakes her head, "I suppose all the weeding we've been doing these last months has some use after all."
Alianne misses the sigh, being wrapped up in her own world as she is now. "I know the fire can't get into the weyr, but.. it's all around. And that smoke-" she coughs a bit from it "-is really getting to me. As for the hatching, well.. I just hope the dragonets have enough sense to stay shelled until the fire's under control."
The smoke doesn't seem to bother Tolas all that much, no coughs, yet. He shrugs again, "Dragons do what the they want to usually. Until then, it's the same old chores for us," he says gloomily.
Temari nods slowly, "But they wouldn't hatch in all this smoke though, would they?"
Jeren strides over from the Lakeside Meadow.
Vitali chuckles, "Why would they care? Or even know? They're in eggs. How could they know there is smoke out here?"
Alianne sends another glance outside at that comment, frowning deeper. "I know they do. But.. still. And anyways, the chores are on hold until they get the fire under control. Or the eggs hatch." A glance is given to Temari, lip worked at with teeth. "Let's hope not."
Tiria glances to the others, "Well I'm way too nervous...even if the fire can't get in here...it can hurt alot of things..."
Caelia slips in from outside, heading straight for her cot. "Jays... it's /horrible/ outside." Gee, thank you, lady obvious. "What's this?..."
Jeren shrugs at Tiria as he walks in on that comment. "It's the nature of fire, Tiria, to destroy. But we'll be fine."
Tolas shrugs, being complacent in the barracks. "When it happens, it happens. I guess the fire thing is kind of a tradeoff though, no chores for having trouble breathing. Good thing Kayjay doesn't want to make us run huh?"
Temari smiles, "Well I suppose no chores is one good thing, much though I was enjoying stables /and/ the kitchen duty." She shakes her head, "Like not at all."
Alianne chuckles a bit at Tolas, offering a shrug at that. "Guess so. But I doubt even she would consider running in this." Again, she looks outside. Standing from her cot, avoiding the sudden appearence of so many candidates, she heads to the door, looking disdainfully out.
Vitali laughs at Temari, "Shouldn'ta done another bad thing on top of the first one... Well, I guess that wasn't the first, by any stretch, nor was this the second. But..." he trails off, chuckling and coughing just a little.
Niare walks in, coughing a little, with a cloth held over her nose. She immediatly sits on her cot and flops back, still holding the cloth in place.
Jeren grins. "Not even Kayjay would be crazy enough to make us run in this," he comments. "Of course, I get no benefit. I had a rest day, anyway," he complains, throwing himself across his cot.
Temari chuckles at Jeren, "You shouldn't have been so good, then you wouldn't have restdays to miss."
Vitali bursts out in new laughter at Jeren's complaint. "I wouldn't complain about having a rest day, no matter what!"
Jeryn looks annoyed. "Kayjay is -not- crazy. She was just looking out for your best interest."
Aithne giggles at Jeren, "Restdays are a goodness indeed."
Tolas shrugs at Jeryn, not pushing the issue, since Tolas knows where it would lead. "Except when you have mucking during them," he adds to Aithne.
Jeren grins at Jeryn. "I meant good-crazy, man. I adore Kayjay." He gives Temari a playful, cross-eyed look, then winks.
Caelia settles down on her cot, searching around for her own mouth-cloth. "Personally I'd rather be able to breathe easily then rest..." But that's just her opinion. Please ignore the psycho on the cot.
Tiria looks over to Temari, "I wonder when the fires and all will end...isn't there anything that can be done?"
Alianne rolls her eyes a bit at the conversation behind her, but she doesn't look back. Instead, she watches the smoke and the lightning outside, with morbid interest.
Vitali blinks, "Crazy? Missed that- no, Kayjay's not crazy." He grins, maybe a little admiringly. "And I don't think she's been too hard on anyone, and no one FORCED anyone to go running, right?"
Jeryn smiles evenly. "Good then.. She has had a rough enough go as it is. Some haven't made it very easy for her these past months." He gazes out a window, staring at the smoke. "Looks like it will take a while to clear."
Aithne pads over to join Ali, 'I have never seen anything like this.'
Temari shakes her head, looking worried again, "No, you just have to wait, though I'm more worried for my parents hold than here, just hope the fire doesn't stretch that far."
Tiria glances to Temari and nods quietly, "Well I'm somewhat sure it won't affect mine and Tiri's home hold...I hope not."
Tolas simply looks at everyone, not really worrying about anything right now. He just lays back on his cot, staring at the recently scrubbed ceiling, not saying anything, even if he is a /little/ worried about his parents beasthold.
Alianne crosses her arms in front of her, leans her shoulder against the wall and just stares outside.
Jeren nods, heading over to join Jeryn at the window. "At least there's a breeze outside...But actually, that's worse, isn't it?"
Temari nods, "Much worse, no breeze and the fire might have died before getting this bad."
Jeren wrinkles his nose. "Shards, this stinks."
Niare sits up, looking around the room. She announces loudly, "I'm thirsty." Getting to her feet, she adds, "I'm off to get something to drink in the hall."
Vitali, lying on his back with a damp cloth over his nose and mouth, sits up at Niare's words. "I'm with you. Anything's better than just sitting here roasting slowly."
Temari nods, getting to her feet, cloth in hand. "And me, there can't be worse than in here."
Caelia slips off the cot, grabbing up her face cloth and joining Niare and Vitali. "I'll come too..."
Aithne nods her head,'I think I will go along..I am tired of just sitting.
Jeryn lays on his cot trying to get some sleep. He turns to face the wall and stuffs a pillow over his head, blocking out the noise.
### Weyrhall(#333RDJ$) ###
Tris glances towards and lots more people come in, her mouth mostly full of meatroll, but she waves with her other hand anyways, especially to those she knows.
Niare moves in a straight line for the serving table and the chilled juice, taking a large glass and filling it before stepping out of the way to drink.
Auralia raises her head, and nods efficiently, "We're on it. Iesath's already getting all the wing assembled." Her lips purse, and she nods again.
Vitali trots in behind Niare, with a veritable flock of candidates. He salutes with his free hand to the riders in the room, his other occupied holding a damp cloth over his nose and mouth. He spots Lady Tris and lowers the coth to grin at her.
"Numbweed means Island River," D'thyn says, following Shadara's line of thought. "You get as many tarps as you can from here, I'll dispatch people further down the coast."
Aithne pads in after the others, her cloth slipping into her pocket.
Vitali fills a glass after Niare, moving in kind away from the table to make room for the others.
Leonette sighs, "Guess not" she mumbles and then stands there, looking like a total idiot, holding a big tray of meatrolls that no one seems to want.
"I'll get Moonsweep together," Cecily says, after rubbing her hands over her face briefly. "And see if they have any other thoughts about it, too."
Tris hastily finishes gobbling, threading her way to the wingleaders whose discussing she relly couldn't help but hear, "Cmnlllp?" she asks, desperately trying to finish to be comprehensible, "Can I help?" she repeats, more decipherably this time.
Temari arrives with the rest of the candidate mob, and heads over to get herself some juice from the serving table, "This was a good idea!" she says, to noone in particular.
Shadara nods and she starts writing a mesage on some hide she hasd on hand and she ties it to the leg of her green firelizard and sends the creature off with firm instructions.
Collyn looks at the girl holding the meatrolls and says, "Maybe if you take them outside?
Caelia heads in, clutching a face mask before shoving a corner of it into her shorts, trotting on Vitali's and Niare's heels. Now, it's time for something to drink. Redfruit juice... There. She grabs a glass, settling down in a seat after offering a smile to everyone present.
K'tor nods to D'thyn and Cecily both, "Sounds wonderful." He grins at Tris, "Not unless you have some waterproof tarp we can use? Or suggestions on how to fire fire from the air."
Tiria walks in quietly with a damp cloth on her face as she sees her 'sis' and waves, "Tiri, this is getting aweful...I'm glad our home hold isn't affected or would it?"
Niare carries her glass over to where Caelia sat down, pulling out her own seat. Turning towards Vitali, she asks, "So did you still have mucking duty, or did you get out of that like the rest of us?"
Tiri spots Tiria and waves, "Nah, Ma and Da are near the coast so it shouldn't get too bad," she pauses, "Well ma and whatever Da is," she grins.
Aithne brightens as she makes her way over to Vay, 'Hey'
Auralia moves towards the doorway, eyes slightly narrowed, calling: "Starflame! If you're in here, get out. We've work to do."
Vitali finds himself a seat at one of the tables, sipping his juice slowly. He squeezes in near Niare and Caelia, "Well, we lucked out, and got an extra rest day. You've got two at once, poor Niare." He teases, poking a finger at the girl.
Largon gently sets the blue firelizard down.
Tris wrinkles up her nose thoughtfully to K'tor's comment, thinking about it. "Hmm." is her loquacious response.
Kayla walks around the hall carrying a platter full of meat rolls, deftly munching on one of them as she goes. She drops one off here and another there before she finally shouts, "Who's hungry?"
Leonette stands by the door of the kitchen, looking lost, holding the big tray of meatrolls. Seeing Kovayir, she says, "No one seems to want any, and I don't know what to do with them!"
Collyn snags a meatroll off the tray and asks, "What's Starflame?"
Skye swoops down through the smoky room to land on Leonette's shoulder, peering at her meatrolls curiously as he works his way down her arm.
Kovayir is a bit weighed down by the pile of wet towels he carries, and he staggers slightly. Peering around the pile, he gives Aith a wan smile. "Heya, sis, be a lifesaver and grab some of these for the riders? Oh... okay, Leo, just set 'em on the serving table. They'll grab 'em if they want 'em."
Niare peers at Kayla, "What are you doing with all those meatrolls?" She spares a glance and a nods for Vitali's sympathy.
Temari grins at Niare, "Yes, no chores is one good thing about all this smoke," She pauses, "The only good thing though, I hate to say it but I'd rather be on chores than in this."
Leonette blinks with wide eyes as Skye lands on her shoulder, "Um...I guess you're hungry?" nervous laughter.
D'thyn gets that distant riderly look as he grabs a meatroll on his way determinedly out, muttering "What do you mean K'lar's not available to go to Island River...?"
D'thyn strides over to the Courtyard.
Kayla walks over to Niare with a grin. "Want one?"
Cecily makes a similar call for Moonsweep, and strides out toward the courtyard.
Cecily strides over to the Courtyard.
Auralia strides over to the Courtyard.
Aithne quickly grabs some of the towels. "Now what to do with them?"
Tiria glances to Niare with a smile, "Of course we got out of mucking, couldn't really breathe with all the smoke and that smell...."
Kovayir looks rather relieved. Wet towels are heavy, and now he can see over the pile. "I dunno, just... lay 'em out on a table, maybe? Wherever'll be convenient for 'em."
Niare makes a face and shakes her head, "No! Not with all the smoke and heat. I couldn't eat a thing. I just wondered why you were working. Did the inside candidates not get the day off? That doesn't seem fair."
Tris offers the self-evident, "There are crews widening the break at least, aren't there?"
Temari shakes her head, "No, I've no stable duty and no kitchen duty." She grins, "Least that was how I interpreted it."
Skye nips at a meatroll, gobbling up the strips he manages to tug off of it. He walks back up Leonette's arm and rubs his little blue head against her cheek, crooning to make her less nervous.
K'tor looks to Shadara. "Want to get one of he ones we have here, and show me how you plan on making that sling?" He nods to Tris, and smiles. "Aye. Firedance is working on that." The irony of this doesn't escape the Weyrsecond, with the twist to his lips. "If you can think of anything, we'd be more than happy to hear of it."
Kayla wrinkles her nose lightly, "If they were then I wasn't told.." With a wink, "I'm just helping out anyways."
Vitali grins, "Unfortunately, the runners won't stop dumping just 'cause of the smoke. We'll just have twice as much to shovel tomorrow... and that's just the runners. The humans won't stop either."
Kovayir glances toward Niare as he sets down his towels, and then gives his wet shirt a rueful look. "Why isn't it fair? Not like we're out risking our necks in that bloody fire."
Tiria nods as she looks over to Vitali, "Well that's true but hopefully we won't have to deal with smoke as much either."
Leonette carefully walks over to the serving table and sets the meatroll tray down in an empty space. She laughs as Skye rubs against her cheek, "Your sweet" she says and scritches his head, nervously.
Largon smirks slightly at Vitali, "Always the positive one, eh, Vitali?" He remains leaning against the wall, his arms folded and his mug, half-empty, in one hand.
Shadara nods and she heads out to get the tarp and ropes needed, "I'll meet you in the landing field."
Shadara walks toward the Courtyard.
Tris thinks, "It's not water you need necessarily, just something that won't burn to dump on it, right?" She gets a delicate grasp on that train of thought.
Aithne nods her head ashe carefully lays out the wet towels, She offers Tris a quick smile before she watches the riders leave. "I just wish there was something we could do.'
Vitali agrees wholeheartedly with Tiria, nodding in her direction, then raises his head to grin at Largon. "Yep, sure, why not? It's so much more pleasant than grouching all the time, you should try it maybe." He smiles pleasantly.
Kayla makes her way around the room, idling beside Aithne now. "Hey there... Nice day, eh?" Sarcastically? no"
Leonette says, as she overhears Tris, "Sand'll put out a fire..." shrugging the shoulder that Skye's not on.
K'tor blinks at Tris. He actually stops dead and blinks at her. "Yes!" Evidently, that train of thought has rolled into Kat's station, and he's onboard. "Less chance of injury from steam as well. Dirt will smother it. But is it heavier than water..."
Temari adds in, "Look on the positive side, if we're mucking tomorrow it means the eggs havn't tried to hatch in the midst of all this."
Niare looks back at Kovayir for a moment, with a puzzled expression, "Umm...what does that have to do with whether half the candidates have a rest day and the other half don't?"
Tris wrinkles up her forehead, the thought getting too big for her, "Is water, dirt, or sand heavier?"
Largon looks around the Weyrhall, expression thoughtful before he turns his eyes back to Vitali and says, "Good point. I might end up like Baelen." He shudders slightly, leaning away from the wall.
Tiria nods as she looks over to Temari, "That's true...but wouldn't we have heard the dragons humming."
Tiri pauses, "Water's heaviest. If you fill something with dirt and then drop it before the fire line,"
K'laarn strides over from the Western Courtyard.
Collyn knows the answer to that form his smithing classes. "Sand, because it's the most dense.
Kovayir peers toward Niare as he reaches for his juice. "Half? On restday? Shells, nothing'd ever get done around here."
Vitali catches Largon's response, and lifts his cloth quickly to press against his nose and mouth. Is he laughing? No, must be coughing.. must be.
Collyn says "Dirt would be the least heavy because it's got to be firmly .. *firmly* packed before it'd equal the density of sand.""
From a perch near Bertha, Boru vanishes, a faint flash of Bronze lingering in the air for only a moment.
Tris nods thoughtfully, and adds dubiously, "It /is/ awfully windy out though. But I suppose the wind would blow away the water just as easily." She reasons.
Kayla sets her tray down, glancing around to those here. "No one want it, so..." She shrugs, looking around for someone to join in a conversation with."
Niare again tips her head to look at Kovayir, explaining, "We have the day off because of the smoke. I thought it was all of us, but if they haven't told you, maybe you don't?"
Aithne shrugs, "Its the luck of the draw,Niare...I weeded until the storms started this morning." She offers K'laarn a quick smile,'Sir"
Tiria glances over to Kayla, "How are you Kayla?"
Vitali calms himself and looks over at Kovayir, coming to Niare's defense. "It's not as if we're all off every day, and it's not as if they Weyr had candidates all the turn 'round. The Weyr doesn't fall apart after the eggs hatch just because there are no Candidates to do work."
Collyn adds helpfully, "Water would be somewhere in between. I think. Er.. " in a worried tone, he admits, "I might not have been listening too good in my classes tho I've only been an apprentice for a couple of sevendays.
Skye takes this scritching for all it's worth before finding interest in Leonette's hair. He nibbles on it lightly. No more food being given, he decides to peer around the rest of the hall, flitting back into the air.
Kovayir throws his hands up in exasperation. "I give up. I'm not gonna argue the point with y'all," he says firmly.
K'tor swoops in and plants a joyous kiss to Tris' cheek. "My dear lady! I owe you a skin of your choice of wine for that suggestion." The soot smeared rider looks to K'laarn and says a single word, "Sand!"
Temari grins, "No, cos I think then there's weyrlings to do the work instead," she replies to Vitali.
Kayla turns around to Tiria's voice with a grin and walks over to her. She sits in a chair near her with a light smile and replies, "Great, you?"
K'laarn looks rather weary and says "Eh, K'tor?" He rubs a dirt smeared hand over his equally dirty face.
Tris nods again, her lip getting quite a good chewing out of all this thinking, "Really, what we need is to keep the fire from leaping the break by making it as large and impenetrable and unburnable as poss..." She blinks, the stress of thought vanishing into a delighted giggle at K'tor's kiss!
Aithne nods in agreement to Temari.."And the candidates for the next clutch."
Leonette giggles as Skye nibbles on her hair, then waves two little fingers, and says softly, "Bye" as he flies off.
Collyn raises a finger and asks, "Have you soaked the break with water?
Vitali laughs, "Then the Weyrlings graduate, and then they get more Candidates... I just don't think that the Weyr will fall in to irrepairable distress if the Candidates get a day off because of smoke that makes outdoor chores basically impossible."
Niare shakes her head, "I didn't really pay very close attention, since we already have a restday, today." Her juice has somehow managed to disappear into her belly during the course of the conversation and she gets up, offering, "Anyone want a refill?"
Largon grins slightly at Vitali before wandering off to get some more to drink before his throat clogs up again.
Caelia blinks out of her reverie, suddenly realizing her juice glass is empty. Please excuse her daydreaming. "Please excuse me, everyone... I'm gonna head back to the barracks."
K'tor beams at Tirs and then leaps into action, "Albanth's telling Rnayth now, K'laarn. Tris just saved us a chance of injury, I think!"
Temari holds her glass out towards Niare, "Please."
K'tor strides over to the Courtyard.
Caelia strides over to the Courtyard.
Haven strides over to the Courtyard.
K'laarn strides over to the Courtyard.
Tiria glances to the others, and decides to head out, "I'm going back to the barracks too...see you all later."
Tiria walks toward the Courtyard.
Kayla stands up, yawning and stretching. "I'm heading out to." She shrugs as she leaves.
Kayla strides over to the Courtyard.
Leonette shrugs, and finding nothing to do, waves at the others, heading outside.
Leonette walks toward the Courtyard.
Largon thinks about it for a moment, scratches the back of his head and calls, "Skye!" The blue shoots down from the ceiling and circles lazily before landing on Lar's shoulder and wrapping his tail around the candidate's neck. Follow the leader.
Collyn blinks, looking around. He snags a meatroll off the tray, and asks, "Was it something I said?"
Largon walks toward the Courtyard.
Kovayir drains his glass, rising to his feet. "Barracks is good, and a bit of a washup, I think. All this sharding soot..."
Kovayir walks toward the Courtyard.
Tris looks quizzically at K'tor, "Is sand easier to transport than water? I guess it stays stiller." Her mind hasn't gotten quite as far along this track as his has evidently!
Skye has left.
Temari shrugs, "Well if everyone is leaving.."
You walk toward the Courtyard.
### Candidate Barracks(#396RAJL$) ###
Kayla hops onto her cot, reading a hide.
Jeryn sleeps soundly, head still buried under a pillow. A faint snore rises now and again. He looks exhausted.
Alianne is pretty much asleep right now, eyes closed, arms propping up her head. She must be one of those rare candidates that -gasp- doesn't snore.
Largon looks at Jeryn, ponders, then shakes his head and goes to sit on his cot, Skye on his shoulder still.
Jeren is snoozing, too. It must be pretty boring here in the barraks.
Leonette walks in and goes to her cot, and sits down, smiling when she sees Skye.
Jeren gently sets the bronze firelizard down.
Kovayir moves toward his cot to plop down on it, perched on its edge. He snagged one of those wet towels, and with a grimace makes himself busy swiping off the soot that's gathered on his skin.
Temari looks at the sleeping candidates worriedly, "Do you think it's ok to sleep with all this smoke around," she asks those around her, "they havn't got their cloths over their mouths or anything."
Kayla glances over to Vay with a bored grin, "How are you?"
L'mir walks over from the Lakeside Meadow.
Haven strides over from the Lakeside Meadow.
Steila sniffs the air, "It's not too bad in here yet Temari."
Tiria glances over to Temari, "Good question, all this smoke is making me tired."
Aithne hrms to Temari,'I am not sure..Maybe wake them in a little bit?'
Niall flies over to the Lakeside Meadow.
Jeren snores loudly. Does that answer the question?
Kovayir chuckles ruefully, wiping at his arms. "I'm fine. Coughing a little, but hey, that's to be expected, eh?"
Largon seems unaffected by all the smoke and soot and fire, and the rest. He scritches Skye, looking around curiously.
Stella is awake, and absolutely silent as she sits on her cot and cuddles Serenity close to her, the little blue chittering quietly at her.
N'all walks over from the Lakeside Meadow.
Kayla grins lightly, "Think of it this way.. You're sweating off all of those extra pounds.." Well, maybe she's thinking steam, but Hey.. It works.
Kovayir laughs. "Like I need to? I lose any weight I'll disappear if I turn sideways."
Vitali strides over from the Lakeside Meadow.
Niare strides over from the Lakeside Meadow.
Madailynn lets out a muffled cough, fingers splayed over her nose and mouth, "This is just /hideous/! How can /anyone/ sleep in this?" Comes Madi's nearly always apparent whine as the brush in her other hand is ran through her perfectly radiant curls, even if they are a bit dull being out in all that nasty smoke.
Tiria laughs at Kayla's comment despite it's muffled and not so clear by the presence of the damp cloth. She's not taking any chances, a candidate is no use if she's passed out from smoke inhalation.
Jeryn wakes up with a snort, blinking and coughing, looking around the room with a slightly panicked look on his face. Once awake, he returns to his normal watching self, sitting up on the end of his cot.
Steila peers at Kayla, "What extra weight? I think any of us lost /that/ in the first week of chores."
Niare follows Vitali into the barracks, carrying her juice glass and looking rather cross.
Kayjay strides over from the Lakeside Meadow.
Tiria yawns softly as she looks over to the other candidates.
Aithne plops onto her cot.tossing her cloth to the end of her cot.
Temari stops peering at Jeryn as he wakes, then lifts her head and listens, "What is that!"
Leonette looks around, obviously looking for someone.
Jeren is still cheerfully snoring over here.
N'all walks in, face cloth covering his mask, he spies L'mir and heads over. He then looks at the Candidates, "LISTEN UP!"
Caelia cuddles up on her cot, blinking up at Temari in confusion. She can't hear /anything/ over Jeren's snoring--oh dear.
Kovayir wipes his face last, and glances toward the others. "Hey, sis? Did I get all the soot off my face? Or do I look like a makeup job gone bad..?" He -jumps-, and spins to stare at N'all.
Leonette jumps and stands up, looking over at N'all.
Kayjay rushes in. "Thunder.. don't you think?" She stops midsentence, staring at N'all, old weyrling habits die hard and she stands at attention.
Vitali snaps to, at N'all's bark.
That's enough to wake anyone up. Especially Alianne, who is by no means a heavy sleeper. She literally jumps out of her cot at N'all's voice, holding a hand over her head.
Tiria glances to Caelia and the others, "Did you hear a humming? I sure as shards did...shards Jeren, stop snoring."
Madailynn continues to contently brush her hair, those springy little claret ringlets that have been slightly marred by just sticking her head out of the barracks to see what it is that is going on out side--which of course she can't see anyway. One curl bounces as she plucks at it quietly. "I can't believe how icky my hair is! I can't believe this!" Who cares if the dragons are humming, who cares, but then as N'all's booming voice appears in the air the girl quickly quiets herself and looks towards the Weyrlingmaster.
Taranian sits up rather quickly at N'all's entrance and subsequent bellow.
Jeryn stands at attention as well.
Kayla starts at N'all's shout, looking over to Kayjay with a frown.. "What's happening?"
Haven runs in, skidding to a halt at the entrance, and pulls off her face covering as she tries to survey the state of the room
Jeren yelps, jumps, and falls off his cot. "Sir, yes, sir!" he squeaks, scrambling to his feet.
Stella jerks her head up at N'all's shout. She stares, then rises quickly to her feet.
Temari spins round and stares at N'all.
L'mir stands next to N'all, stiffly standing upright for a change. He glances from candidate to candidate, eyes scanning each one.
Tolas doesn't even move, still sleeping, must be tired.
Aithne starts to answer Vay. "No...err" She falls silent and listens up.
Niare has just finished her juice and set the empty glass on the flat top of her press. N'all's shout startles her and the glass nearly falls off as she jerks back. She reaches forward again to catch it and settle it before turning to look, wide-eyed at N'all.
N'all calls out, "IF you do not have a facecloth for the smoke, get one now! If anyone of you sorry lot passes out on the sands, I will throw you into the path of the nearest dragonet." He pulls out handfulls of cloths and nods as J'mis sets down a bucket of water and scampers off again.
Largon jumps off his cot as N'all enters the room, pulling his own facecloth off of his shoulder and blinking.
Caelia clutches up her face mask, peering up at N'all as she fiddles nervously with the fabric. "Is it time, then?" Well, duh.
Kovayir gives Aithne a helpless look- 'no, he didn't get all the soot off' or 'no, he doesn't look like a bad makeup job'? And N'all gets a faintly confused look, but Vay moves quickly enough to snag a facecloth as well. "Bet he would too," he mutters.
Alianne blinks for a moment, sitting up on her cot, slowly dropping her hand to her side. She nods to N'all, canting a glance all around and looking for the face cloth she had earlier. Ah-hah. Carefully, it's soaked and wrung, then brought back to Ali's own cot.
Tolas jerks his head a little, waking up, slightly, seeing everyone standing. "What's up?" he asks, of everyone.
Leonette walks over to get one of those facecloths. Nope, she doesn't have one yet.
Temari lifts her cloth up, displaying it. Not doing anything with it, but..
Kayla hmphs lightly, frowning at the 'sorry lot' comment and walks over to get a facecloth. She wets it and walks over to Aithne with a slight smile. "This mean what I think it means?"
Aithne arches an eyebrow at his words. "Faranth forfend any of us pass put." She reaches for her cloth and watches N'all quietly.
Steila lunges to grab a facecloth at that enthusiastic encouragement from N'all, she soaks it and wrinkles her nose, "Shards, this is going to be brutal."
Leonette makes her way over to Aithne, and stands beside her, giving her a nervous, "Hi"
Haven slips over and quietly moves to stand behind N'all, then mutters, "I think this beats the time we had a hurricane during a hatching...."
Taranian quickly, quietly, retrieves one of the facecloths and makes her way back to her cot, nervously.
Madailynn wrinkles her nose wildly at N'all words. "Throw us in the path of the nearest dragonet? How... cruel..." She mutters under her breath and rises from her cot to scamper over and snap up one of the facecloths. "My hair, they expect me to put this dirty thing around my perfect shimmery hair?" A frown tugs gently upon her lips and her nose wrinkles even more. /Pout/!
N'all says "IF your facecloth is not wet, I suggest you wet it now." He ducks a ladel into the bucket, "It's close to hatching time, so get ready."
Skye curls up on Largon's cot, watching the people curiously.
Aithne nods her head to Kaylay..her smile growing "I believe so." She glances at Leo, her smile warm. "Time to change."
Jeryn grabs a facecloth and wets it as ordered.
Tiria glances to N'all quickly and attentively sitting on her cot, I don't know what is totally happening but shards am I wondering for sure." She takes a wet cloth and discards the dirty one and gets ready to make sure she has it...but why would she need it? Dragons humming...hatching? "Oh I'm sure going to make sure mine is wet...close to hatching time??" Gee isn't that obvious enough? She walks over and starts to wet the cloth and puts it to her mouth.
Jeren goes to get a facecloth, making sure it's wet down, then heads over to throw on his robe.
Stella already has a facecloth. And it's wet. Whew.
Shaya hops off her cot and walks over to get one of the face cloths and wets it before heading back to her cot and changing into her robe.
Leonette walks all the way back over to wet her facecloth. Yep, she forgot that part.
Kovayir snorts, damping down his facecloth. "It's not cruel, Maddie. It's pure N'all." He ducks away back toward his cot to search for his robe.
Vitali moves forward to re-wet his already damp cloth. "That soon..." He shakes his head, face damp with the sheen of moisture from the cloh.
Temari runs over and dips her cloth in the water, then runs back to her cot, stares at the cloth, then drops it on the cot and starts searching in her press for her robe.
Kayjay smiles softly at the group, sighs, looking at them all with fondness. She nods to N'all. "I leave them in your hands, Weyrlingmaster."
Tolas wakes up enough to follow the other candidates wetting face cloths, so he does the same. Yay for him.
Caelia slips off her cot, liberally soaking her face mask in an attempt to hide the fact that she's shaking. Hoo, boy. Now where's that robe...
Kayla grins widely, looking to Aithne. She goes behind a changing screen to put on her robe and comes out 'modeling'. Really, she hops over to her cot and combs her hair.
Alianne must've missed something here. Seeing as she's still slightly asleep and slightly dazed from the smoke, she doesn't seem to notice it, though. What's new. Instead of asking questions, she does as instructed, redampening her own face cloth, then begining to rummage through her cot. "Robe, robe, robe, robe.."
L'mir leans around the doorway, peering out at the line of bucket brigade riders who are passing half full buckets of fresh water toward the Candidate's Barracks. "Hurry up now, we're getting low." he calls out to the first greenrider, motioning her inside.
Kovayir looks up from rummaging through his (neat) press, blinking toward Kayjay. A bit wistful, he smiles a little, and starts to get changed.
N'all grins towards Madailynn, "Cruel, indeed." He chuckles and looks at L'mir, "Am I cruel, L'mir?"
Tolas shakes his head clear, "Robes? It starting now?" his eyes wide.
Jeren shoves his feet into his sandals, and clumps over to Aithne. "Here we go. Ready?"
Get ready. Eep. Taranian retrieves her robe as well, though she fumbles with putting the facecloth on before she worries about the robe. She ducks behind a screen and appears a few seconds later, white-clad.
Tiria glances as she looks for her robe...now where did she put that? Dropping down to her knees she rummages through her press only to realize in her nervousness she had actually knocked it to the ground, she picks the robe up and quickly gets into the robes.
Leonette goes over to her cot and starts rummaging through it, looking for her own robe, finally finding it, and startign to change.
Kayjay stares at two or three of the candidates. "Behaviour yourself out there.. Anyone N'all does not kill first, I will kill later, if you misbehave."
Kayjay strides over to the Lakeside Meadow.
L'mir glances up at N'all, then chuckles. "Only to weyrlings, N'all."
Niare picks up her facecloth and climbs off her cot to wet it as ordered. Once she's done so, she doesn't quite seem to know what to do with it, other than stand there with it, the occasional drip falling to the floor. As someone mentions a robe, she dives back to the press to open it and pull out her neatly folded robe, sandals and leather thong for her hair, all piled together.
N'all grins, "Only to weyrlings." He walks around and makes sure everyone is getting ready.
Haven calls out "Please, everyone, be careful putting on your robes. We don't need any torn shoulders or seams or ripped hems!"
Stella turns to dig through her press with shaking hands. She put that robe in there -somewhere-. Oh, yes, there it is. She scrambles behind the changing screen to get into it.
Largon hunts in his press for a moment before pulling out his robe. He doesn't waste time putting it on and dropping his bandanna on Skye. He changes sandals, then stands to adjust his facecloth.
Aithne somehow manages to slip into her robe, her feet slipping into her modified sandals. She offers Jeren a quick smile, 'I hope so.'
Vitali moves to his press, removing item after item, stacking them tidily beside it. Eventually he produces a whie robe, which he removes to the cot, setting atop it thick-soled sandals and a simple rope belt.
Leo's robe was never anything to brag about, but it won't fall off at least. She makes her way back to Aithne, slowly, and nervously.
Madailynn sulks a bit more before wrapping the dripping wet mask about her face, grumbling the whole time of course. And so little ruby curls are tugged into the right position and Madi stands there looking like a freak, just like all the rest of them. Well of course until she has to slip on her robe and sandals in quick mannered fashion. Ug! Being hurried is /not/ Madi's favorite thing.
Tiria finds a pair of decent sandals and puts them on her feet then ties back her long auburn hair to keep it from getting sweaty and smeared on her face by the heat of the smoke and the sands.
Once her hair is combed, Kayla gets a hair tie and puts it up into a looped runnertail, then goes over to Aithne, sandals on her feet.
Caelia snatches up her robe, shimmying out of her clothes before throwing the white robe over her head. Sandles. Sandles, now. Finding those, she slips her feet into them, snagging a leather thong and tying her hair up.
Kovayir sticks out his tongue in N'all's direction, very discreetly, and snickers nervously for Haven's comment. "That'd make the show a bit more interesting." The robe is slicked down over his damp skin.
Steila digs into her press, tossing things onto her cot before tugging out her not-quite white robe. In the manner of women everywhere, she shimmies out of her clothes and into her robe in a blink of an eye without showing a single bit of skin she didnt want to show. The young candidate sits on her cot to put on her sandals.
Temari throws her clothes onto the floor beside her, then pulls on her robe and looks down at it, looking relieved that it appears to be ok. She then pulls sandles out from under her cot.
Niare leaves the wet cloth on her bed, wriggling out of her clothing and into the robe. The sandals take a few minutes more, her nervous fingers fumbling at the buckles. She pulls the ribbon from her braid, shaking out the woven strands.
Marila strides over from the Lakeside Meadow.
Tolas gets in his robe, and sandals, cloth tied around his face. Now he's impatient to get it over with.
Alianne can't seem to -find- her robe. Which can't be a good thing in any situation, most especially not when the purpose it's for is upon the group. Panicking only slightly, she makes her way over to the other side of her cot, pulling an old and somewhat worn robe from it. "Guess it'll have to do.." And with that, she slips into her robe. Sandals are found easily, slid on.
Jeryn adjusts the cloth over his mouth, breathing deeply. He rubs his hands on his robe, nervously tapping one foot.
Jeren grins, bouncing slighly on his toes. "Me, too. Good luck, Aithne. You, too, Leo, Kayla."
Taranian digs under her cot for her sandals, which she puts on quickly, then she clasps her hands tightly together in front of her and waits.
Kovayir perches on the edge of his cot to put on his thick-soled sandals, muttering, "Mom always said I should learn to walk in high heels. Should've listened."
Leonette nods at Jeren, "Yes, good luck to everyone!"
Kayla grins to Jeren, walking over near him. "Good luck." She is really going around the room, wishing everyone good luck.
The message drum booms out across the land. All across the Southern continent the drums ring out with the message that the Southern Dragons are humming in earnest. Those at the weyr can already feel it starting in the bedrock of the sands themselves. The signature shows this was sent by Telinda.
Vitali skinnies out of his leggings and top, leaving them laid out across his cot, and pulls the robe over his head. He secures it with the rope, and sits down to tug the sandals on.
Tiria looks around and smiles wishing everyone luck tho she's absolutely nervous, and looks for someone to stand by her on the sands, "Anyone want to stand with me?"
Shaya slips into her robe and sandals then rebraids her hair, tying it off with a white ribbon. Once that is done the wet cloth tied around her mouth and nose and adjusted so it's not completely uncomfortable.
Niare runs a comb hastily through her hair, for once not taking the time to see that every hair is in perfect place before she ties the thong at the base of her neck and stands, smoothing the fabric of her robe as she looks around.
Aithne smiles at Jeren, her expression turning tender for a moment before she responds, 'You too.' She takes a deep breath before grinning at Kayla. "Its time.'
Largon coughs a few times into his facecloth, glancing around to watch all the activity with wide eyes. Hestands still, listening.
N'all says "Okay, listen up, they're humming! Get ready to go people."
Kayla nods, finally coming to a stop next to Aithne. She repeats, "It's time." A glance is sent around the room, a hopeful smile on her lips.
Temari mutters to herself quietly as she checks she has everything, then looks back at N'all with wide eyes.
Marila comes in with a weary rush. Her hair streaked with soot. Probably a good thing she never got a new dress.
Telinda walks over from the Lakeside Meadow.
Alianne coughs a bit, having forgotten the face mask. Slipping this on, nevously making it secure, eyes wander from over the top.
Tiria glances to the others and wonders if she'll be able to keep her mask on her face and her knees from knocking together.
Telinda runs in, looking around wildly, an arm gesturing to the sands, "Someone? Anyone? I need a mask! Please?" she asks, tone urgent.
Vitali places his feet firmly back on the floor, and rakes a hand through his dark locks. "Well, then, we're all ready?" his eyes scan the room, taking in all the commotion of white-clad bodies, scattered with the few riders present.
Jeryn nods respectfully to Telinda and hands her a cloth.
N'all dashes over to tel, handing her a sopping cloth, "Here!"
Niare's eyes pause on her cot, where the facecloth was discarded. She bends to retrieve it, with a sheepish glance at the Weyrlingmaster. She twists it in her hands, accidently wringing more water out of it as she bounces nervously.
Leonette puts her facecloth on, then looks over at Telinda, holding out her hands in an "I don't have one" guesture.
Telinda grabs the nearest one, smiles, and rushes through, "Good luck everyone!"
Telinda walks toward the Candidate Waiting Room.
N'all says "Candidates, let's go! Time to go to the Candidate Room."
Aithne holds her cloth in her hands...falling silent as she pads towards the waiting room.
Stella takes a deep breath through her facecloth, eyes wide, trying to calm down her racing heart and tightly wound nerves.
Candidate Waiting Room(#336RHJ$)
Situated between the candidate barracks and the hatching sands, this waiting room becomes quickly full of white-robed candidates as soon as the dragons start announcing the imminent hatching. Wooden benches have been lined up and down the room, many of which have been carved with the names of previous candidates, though often they choose to stand and pace restlessly. Nestled in one corner is a press, with a few spare robes and sandals, and a small mirror, just in case of any last minute adjustments or accidents happening; though the events are rare, the Weyrlingmaster team generally like to be prepared for all eventualities. Heat flows into the cavern through the entrance to the sands, a promise of what is to come, and near the doorway, on hatching days, several large pitchers of water and glasses stand to hydrate the candidates before their ordeal.
Both the sizzling Sands and the short path to the Candidate barracks are accessible from this alcove.
Kayla holds her mask up to her face, giggling. "This'll look /so/ funny." She hurredly ties it on, smiling to Aithne. "Good thing they can't see us.."
Tiria holds the mask to her face, the robe looking oversized on her petite body.
Caelia ties on her mask, pacing restlessly back and forth--three strides forward, three strides back...
Niare moves over towards Stella, asking quietly, "We tie the facemask onto our heads? Or we hold it?"
Jeren ties his own mask on, and winks at Kayla, since she can't see him grin.
Aithne giggles as she slips her mask close to her face, voice sounding a bit muffled,'NOw we all really do look alike.
Leonette is silent as she waits, looking around the room nervously.
Kovayir rocks side to side, half in nervousness, half getting used to his sandals. "Tie it on, Niare. Need a hand?"
Kayla giggles to Aithne, winking. "Is that a good or bad thing?"
Jeryn reaches to help Niare. He speaks calmly and soothingly, a faint vibrato in his voice the only indication of nervousness. "Let me get that for you?"
Marila tucks her hair out of her eyes as she watches the candidates. She flicks her gaze over each one keeping a mental head count.
Steila ties her mask on firmly, coughing as she does, "Gah, feels like they dont want us to say anything during this."
Temari peers at Caelia, "Oh, like that," she murmers, then ties her own mask on.
Alianne checks her mask once again, fiddles with the seam of her robe, checks her sandals once or twice and just ends up repeating the process four or five times.
Madailynn is just about writhing is disgust here, water dripping onto her pristine robe, but she doesn't whine, she just scowls, not like that would be very visible with the mask across her face of course. Ruby hued hair bounces about her shoulders in a more limp like fashion. Horrid horrid smoke, can this get any worse? It probably can but Madi just keeps her mouth shut so she doesn't jinx the hatching further.
N'all's voice booms out, "Listen up!"
Kovayir snickers. "Candidates should be seen and not heard, Steila?"
From the Sands> K'laarn walks over from the entrance to the hatching cavern.
Caelia offers a wink over to Temari before whirling and facing N'all.
N'all is hauling the bucket with the ladle in it.
Jeren straightens, glancing warily at N'all.
Vitali laughs, "Well, that's the one good thing about the smoke, I guess, Kayla!" He drifts over toward Aithne, then grins at her before lifting his cloth back up and tying it securely. He blinks as he spots Alianne, and he calls out something that, through his cloth, sounds rather like, "Destined to be twins!"
Stella tries to find Niare, but stops and turns to listen to N'all.
Alianne snaps quickly to attention, shifting her wandering gaze over towards N'all.
From the Sands> Telinda stands by her lifemate, watching as the residents try to fan out the smoke that's settled to the bottom of the sands. "Shardit!"
Niare nods to both Kovayir and Jeryn, "Sure, thank you." She holds the cloth out for one of them to take.
Leonette looks up at N'all as she hears his voice.
Tiria finishes tying on her mask, water dripping making spots on her already faintly stained robe, she glances over to Caelia and walks over to her, "Want to stand with me on the sands?" She looks over and almost gawks at the bucket in N'all's hands.
Shaya twists part of her robe in her hand, fingers incapable of staying still. At N'all's voice she turns to look at and listen to the Weyrlingmaster.
Largon is trying to stay out of people's way, but then goes straight and wide-eyed as he looks at N'all to listen. He's got that almost nervous to scared look on his features.
Kovayir reaches to tie Niare's facecloth on, trying not to get the ties too tight. He falls quiet, pale.
Caelia wordlessly offers Tiria one hand, nodding almost wide-eyed before looking back over at N'all.
From the Sands> K'laarn walks onto the sands, not far behind and frowns as he looks around, "Shards." He says with a deep growl and kicks his feet through the slow winding of smoke. "This isn't good." He turns to look at the Weyrwoman, "ITs too late to evacuate the eggs elsewhere, isn't it?"
Tiria takes Caelia's hand and looks at her nervously, "It can't be that bad...only the smoke might make it worse."
Aithne returns Vitali's grin before her attention focuses on N'all again.
N'all says "When I call your name, you leave this room, go onto the sands, bow etc. If you don't move fast enough to my satisfaction, I will assist you onto the sands, you don't want this to happen, trust me. One final word, you have all done your families proud, where you are about to step, most people dream about, and only few do. Regardless of the outcome, you should be proud of yourselves, you've done yourselves and your families proud."
Jeryn nods to Kovayir. He weaves through the crowded room and reaches for Temari's hand to give it a quick squeeze. "We will do it."
Alianne listens to the Weyrlingmaster, if only half-absently, now and again stealing a glance around the collection of candidates, waiting for her name to be called.
Kayla smiles lightly to N'all, nodding. She looks to both Aithne and Alianne with a light grin.
Niare whispers thanks to Kaovayir as she listens attentively to N'all.
Tolas wanders over towards Ali. He grabs her hand, giving it a little squeeze, "Good luck," is all he says.
From the Sands> Telinda pokes a finger at an egg, "The darned things are rocking, K'laarn" duh! "Way too late!" She adjusts the strip of cloth onto her face, "Just have to deal with it, same as always."
Jeryn gulps, whipping his head around at N'all's words. He stands a little prouder and sets his jaw.
Largon stifles a snicker, just standing attentively and looking around at all the other candidates.
Madailynn lets her head bob silently, that's it... yup, no words, no comments, just silent sulking about the mess her hair is going to be in after this.
Temari looks at Jeryn gratefully, squeezing his hand back and managing a small smile for him, then lets go again.
From the Sands> L'mir walks over from the entrance to the hatching cavern.
Leonette nods slightly as N'all talks, making her way slowly to stand beside Aithne, and whisper, "Mind if I stand beside you?"
Marila quirks a grin as she watches her weyrmate. She steps back out of the way of some of the candidates.
Vitali slips his hands against his hips, then blinks looking startled, then looks down as if trying to find the pockets that aren't there.
Alianne blinks, a touch in surprise as there's suddenly someone holding her other hand. Turning, she smiles to Tolas, squeezing his hand back. "You too." she returns, looking back towards N'all. Waiting. Impatiently, too.
From the Sands> K'laarn nods and looks a little pensive and nods his head at Telinda. He says "We need to tell the Weyrlingmaster that the candidates should have face masks then like that one." He points to the Weyrwoman's strip of cloth. "Hopefully this will be over fast. I don't like the idea of all the smoke inhalation."
Jeren nods silently, and reaches to give Aithne's hand a quick squeeze. "Good luck," he whispers again to everyone near him.
Tiria nods quietly listening to N'all her grip loosing on Caelia's hand slightly as to not grip it too tightly. She glances to the others with a nervous glance, "Here goes nothing I guess." She is definately glad she has that mask on for sure. Why did they have to choose this to hatch in?...Not the greatest of days to enter a world that's too smoky to see.
Kayla grabs for Aithne's hand, saying to her, "I hope you get a beauty."
From the Sands> Telinda shrugs, "Been there, checked on that" she adds to the Weyrleader, turning to try and see where there's a semi clear spot where she can stand.
Kovayir nods slightly to Niare, tightly folding his arms across his chest as he tries to find a clear spot in the crowd to stand.
N'all adds, quietly, "And, for what it's worth, I do wish you good luck out there."
Temari looks at Jeryn again, "Could I stand by you," she asks quietly, then smiles again nervously, "Easier for Kayjay to look for us both or something."
Aithne nods her head quickly, offering Leo a smile that is reflected in her eyes....again her gaze softens as she considers Jeren, "You too." Once her hand is take she laughs softly.."I just worry about making it through this in one piece.'
From the Sands> K'laarn nods and says "Good." Then he adds, "Just trying to make sure all the bases are covered."
Stella just stands quietly, watching as everyone else pairs or groups up.
Tiria glances to the others and smiles worriedly, it was all coming to be reality...she had already had her bets on which of the candidates would Impress anyways...or at least she thought would be sure bets.
Jeryn chuckles to Alianne then nods silently at Temari. "Yes. I would like that. She said she will be chewing her nails for us both."
From the Sands> Several Weyr residents run out onto the sands, arms wafting palm leaves in a desperate attempt to clear some of the smoke from the hatching sands. Like their mother, the eggs cannot choose the right time for anything! The fires that have ravaged Southern's jungle have left a legacy of smoke.
Taranian takes a deep breath, hands shaking now as she looks over at the sands. Both of N'all's statements catch her attention, and she offers a rather startled smile to the Weyrlingmaster before turning her attention back to the smoke-filled sands.
Vitali glances over to find his partner in crime, Temari. "Want company out there?" He asks, trying to look calm and cool.
Jeren nods. "Mind if I come stand by you once I get out there?" he asks Aithne.
N'all says "Okay, folks, time to dance. Aithne, Alianne, Caelia, go!"
Leonette grins, showing it in her eyes, and says, "Okay"
Shaya nods at N'all with a nervous, almost scared smile, then turns her attention to waiting with something resembling poise for her name to be called.
Tiria glances to Temari, "I hope Tiri can see us on the sands..."
Alianne smirks suddenly, at something. But before she can say what it is that's on her mind, her name is called. Taking a deep breath and releasing the candidate's hands, she heads out.
Alianne strides over to the sizzling hot sands.
Steila hangs back a bit, knowing her name's down near the bottom of the list.
Temari smiles at Vitali, "Yes, you on one side, Jeryn on the other," she tells Vitali, smiling again.
Kovayir turns his head slightly to quirk an eyebrow at Jeren, but he just chuckles softly.
Caelia walks toward the sizzling hot sands.
Vitali swallows as Aithne and Alianne both take off.
Largon stays as far behind everyone as he can be without being inable to hear what is being said.
Aithne glances at Jeren..."If we find each other" She calls and goes
Aithne strides over to the sizzling hot sands.
Jeryn calls out. "Good luck Alianne!"
N'all nods, "Good."
Kayla smiles, looking to those who went out. She walks over to Vay with a light grin, "Good luck to you.."
From the Sands> L'mir moves off to the side, heading the Bucket Brigade. The first greenrider sets one of the full buckets down, then twists toward the rider next to her to get another one. L'mir's face is hidden behind a wet cloth, his eyes teary. He stands quietly, watching for N'all.
Stella edges over to stand and wait next to Steila.
From the Sands> Alianne steps-- no, waltzes, rather-- onto the sands, holding the damp cloth up about her face. Locating the feet of the parents beneath the smoke, she manages to bow deeply to both, and their lifemates. Glance is canted over a shoulder before the beginning of the famous semi-circle is started. Ali is already partaking in the infamous Candidate Dance, shifting from foot to foot.
N'all says "Jeren, Jeryn and Kayla, you're next, go. Don't forget to bow!"
Jeryn walks toward the sizzling hot sands.
Kovayir smiles tightly down on Kayla, but the expression is sincere. "Good luck..."
Tiria glances nervously as she sees Caelia's grasp leave hers...oh boy the nerves are really acting up, her knees almost clicking together as she stands as still and as confident as she can. She hears the next lot of names and gets more nervous.
Jeren walks toward the sizzling hot sands.
From the Sands> Caelia enters rather nervously, bowing deeply to Tiarnath and Rnayth before stepping off to the side, forming with Alianne and Aithne the beginnings of a semi-circle.
From the Sands> Jeryn quietly walks across the sands, wiping his hands nervously on his robe. He stares out to the stands, then bows respectfully to the Dam and Sire, turning to nod with the same respect to the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman. He quickly takes his place on the sands. One last glance at the stands, then his focus is totally on .. trying to see through the smoke.
Kayla smiles to him as she goes.
Kayla strides over to the sizzling hot sands.
From the Sands> Aithne makes her way into the smoke..following the feet of the person before her as she search for the gold. She offers a bow in the direction she thinks they may be..followed by a respectful nod for their lifemates.
From the Sands> Jeren strolls out, pausing only a moment to take a deep breath. He bows to Tiarnath and Rnayth, nods to Telinda and K'laarn.
N'all says "Kovayir, Leonette and Madailynn, go."
Madailynn strides over to the sizzling hot sands.
Leonette strides over to the sizzling hot sands.
Kovayir goes, quickly, not about to incur the Wrath of N'all.
Kovayir walks toward the sizzling hot sands.
From the Sands> Madailynn scampers out onto the sands, amber eyes squinted so more smoke won't get into the gold tainted optics--not like she can /help/ that of course, but it doesn't mean she doesn't try. Hands clutch deftly at her sides before one is released and quickly raises to her covered face to let out a muffled cough. But of course she doesn't forget her respects and falls into a little curtsy--bows are for men after all ya know, and she /is/ a lady. When her curtsy to the gold and her bronzen mate is done she scampers into an unoccupied spot in the semi-circle. There, she's here! Happy now?
From the Sands> Jeren strolls out, pausing only a moment to take a deep breath. He bows to Tiarnath and Rnayth, nods to Telinda and K'laarn, then finds Aithne.
Haven rinses out her face cloth, looking over the nervous candidates to make sure there are no last second problems
N'all says "largon, Niare Shaya, go!"
From the Sands> Alianne coughs a bit before sending a second glance over her shoulder, bouncing upwards instead of to the right and to the left as she spots Kayla emerge. Or at least it -looks- like it should be Kayla. Rather than try and speak through the mask, however, she lets out a small cough, turning around and facing the eggs, biting at her lower lip, eyes tearing from the smoke.
From the Sands> Kayla walks onto the sands, following the three before her. She stops before the mother and father dragons, bowing lightly to them. With a soft grin, she walks over to where the others are, stopping next to Aithne and Alianne.
Shaya walks toward the sizzling hot sands.
N'all grins over at Haven, "There's a bucket, Haven, to keep your cloth wet."
Niare strides over to the sizzling hot sands.
Largon blinks as his name is called and he walks through the people towards the sands, glancing towards Stella nervously before he goes.
From the Sands> As the humming of the dragons intensifies, the shadows settle fully over the Hatching Grounds. Even the proud parents are barely visible -- Tiarnath's golden hide muted in the smoky depths, whilst Rnayth appears as nothing more than a mysterious dark form by her side.
Largon strides over to the sizzling hot sands.
Tiria looks over to Temari and Vitali nervously, "Looks like we're soon..."
From the Sands> Leonette walks into the smoke, squinting as she bows toward the Dam and Sire, then nodding respectfully toward the weyrleaders. She then moves to her place on the sands.
Haven nods "It'll help while I'm waiting. I hope those drudges show up soon with the meat buckets."
From the Sands> K'laarn unstrings his waterskin and pulls out a strip of cloth for himself. This cloth he wets throughly, some of the water dripping from cloth, through his fingers and onto the sand. Behind him, as he's standing beside Rnayth who rests beside Tiarnath, the bronze dragon stirs restlessly.
N'all says "Steila, Stella Taranian, you're next. Move it!"
From the Sands> Kovayir waves a hand in front of his face, trying to see. Ooh, there's shapes. Hoping they're the right ones, he bows toward Tiarnath and Rnayth deeply, nodding politely to their riders as he straightens up, and he stumbles off toward his peers. The lad stops just short of bumping into Aithne, giving her and Kayla and Jeren a weak smile as he recognizes them.
Steila strides over to the sizzling hot sands.
Stella walks toward the sizzling hot sands.
Taranian watches as her fellow Candidates move out onto the sands, growing more nervous as each of them departs. Silently, her lips move in some quiet litany, and as her name is called, she bobs her head and moves forward, straightening her shoulders.
Taranian strides over to the sizzling hot sands.
From the Sands> Steila picks her way out onto the sands, peering to try and see through the smoke, her facecloth secure over her nose and mouth. She catches the shadows of the two dragons, Tiarnath and Rnayth, bowing to them both.
From the Sands> Tiarnath gazes incredulously at the sudden influx of candidates, that dare to enter onto her sands! Her head lowers as she glances over them in assessment, each one examined carefully through the dense smoke. Snorting, as if something has been said to calm her worries, she eases herself to the sands, her tail coiling around her flanks, the movement just visible as a breath of air clears the outer reaches of the sands. Telinda shakes her head, grinning amiably at her lifemate, and adjusts her skirts, keeping close to the queen in the smoky haze
From the Sands> Shaya makes her way out onto the sands, a bow in the direction of two large forms that look like the Dam and Sire and a nod towards their lifemates. With that she joins the growing semi-circle of candidates.
From the Sands> Alianne, like the other candidates, probably isn't too comforted by the fact that she can't even spot the two large dragons keeping vigil over the new dragons of Pern. As Kayla comes over, Alianne holds out one of her hands, reaching for one of Kayla's. Eyes continue to rove the smokey scene, stopping once and again as something appears.
N'all says "Okay, last group, Temari, Tiria, Tolas and Vitali, get up and get going! Go!"
You walk over to the sizzling hot sands.
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