Candidate Barracks
Long and low, this large room angles back into the mountain in a near-perfect rectangle, devoid of windows and hearth. A functional room -- all black volcanic rock and simple earthen tapestries, there is nothing but stark simplicity in the seemingly endless rows of cots that scatter back into the shadows. A small clothespress sits at the end of each puce-covered bed -- yes, puce. Every cot sports a rather gaudy and obnoxiously purple cotton coverlet, leftovers from PranksPast. Boys to the right, girls to the left. Enjoy.
Hanging out on a long wooden shelf on the wall are twenty-eight firelizards.
You see Saille's Cot, Sorcen's Cot, Tierza's Cot, Tstar's Cot, Beyla's Cot, Libby's Cot, Merra's Cot, Khaelyn's Cot, Kaltia's Cot, Nevarre's Cot, Nanoc's Cot, Filli's Cot, Marianne's Cot, Naomi's Cot, Jozelle's Cot, Egan's Cot, Izzady's Cot, Hannah's Cot, and Lorrie's Cot here.
You notice Kaltia asleep here.
Jozelle, Tstar, Hannah, Izzady, Filli, Egan, and Nanoc are here.
Obvious exits:
Caverns

Naomi comes home.
Beyla comes home.
Libby comes home.
Lorsalia steps in from the South Caverns.
Merra stands up from Merra's Cot.
Sorcen strides confidently in from the South Caverns.
Marianne sweeps confidently, with just the slightest hint of a whisper in from the South Caverns.

Egan prances around. "Heyy!" he chirps. "Look at my nice robe. I'm trying it on." Because he can. "Mm. Funny, though. Lots a'noise in the caverns. Lala." Prance, prance. "It's a nice robe, don'tchoo thunk?"

Tierza says, "Guys, what time is it?"

Filli lays on her stomach head dangling over the side of her cot as she looks under her cot. "Where did I stick that?" she mummbles to herself trying to avoid the dust bunnies.

Tierza walks to the Caverns.

Khaelyn is flopped facedown in her cot, batting away the little horde of firelizards congregating on her back. "Go away." Swat. "Go away." Bat. "Go away." Flick. "Go away." At Egan's prancing, she lifts her head, grumbles, and puts it back down.

Tierza comes home.

Kaltia sits on her bed, twiddling her thumbs. That's right, her chores are done and she's bored. Glancing around at the others with emerald eyes she makes a face. The robe is spread out over the cot behind her as she just finished trying it on.

"Sharding cobwebs. They get everywhere." Still half-tearing at her hair and half trying not to sneeze, Lib seends a grumpy look towards the underneath of her cot. "Why is everything always under /my/ cot?"

Tstar grimaces as she slips in. "I'm just passing through, I promise." She /just/ got off latrine duty. "Just grabbing a towel then I'll be out of your hair until I smell a little less."

And to think that Nanoc thought he'd actually get some peace and quiet before having to peel those tubers? Well, he can try. Sleep is delayed until further notice as a random hide is picked up to be viewed.

Beyla personally just wants to crawl back to bed. Is it just her or has she had something like two hours of sleep? Not good for a person's awakenness. She flops onto her cot, leaning back on the pillow, closing her eyes briefly.

Naomi nearly limps as she starts through the door, one hand reaching out for the wall at her side, the other holding up one of her feet, and moans. "I can't take it anymore. I'm going to -sleep-. Shardin' blisters..." And she dives from the wall to the nearest cot.

Filli looks around, "Is it just me or do all of use shove everything under our cots." she teases as she finally finds where stuck her backpack at under the bed and someone else underwear. EWWW!!!!!

"They were under mine yesterday, too," Khaelyn offers to Libby through a mouthful of pillow, before going back to swatting at her firelizards. "Stop that. Go away."

Marianne enters with her arm linked through Sorcen's, still humming under her breath a jaunty, lilting tune as she looks around the barracks with a curious eye, laughter sparkling within faintly. Skipping around Libby's cot, grins to Beyla and tosses a light pillow at her. "Up, up, my friends," she says in a teasingly overly cheerful manner.

Egan continues to prance, and such. "What's with everyone so sad-unhappy for?" he asks, sniffing. "It's a lovely day. With all that nice, loud music. I didn't know we had that many Harpers in the Weyr." Prance, frolic. "I love my robe. And I /did/ make it all by myself." Actually, he bought it, but... uh.. don't tell anyone.

Beyla groans. Loudly. "Oh stop chattering you lot..." she groans, pulling a pillow over her head. "Maaaaari..." she whines. "I just got up. I'm sure of it..."

Lorsalia bats at the pair of firelizards humming loudly in her ear. "Shut up you flaming wherries." She grumbles before sitting up to shove them away with more oomph. "I don't want to hear your song today."

Merra is lounging on her cot, in her robe of all things, although her sandals are resting on the floor. "You know, my firelizards all disappeared on me," she comments absently, watching the antics around her.

Hannah is sitting quietly on her cot, listening to the dragons hum. Almost time. She gulps and hides her face behind her hair. The other candidates are watched cautiously, though her gaze drops to her hands.

Tierza says, "If I had a 1/8 of a mark for each time I found something that /wasn't/ mine under my cot.. I'd be really rich! But I never saw that sort of thing Filli. And no, that's not mine!"

"Naomi! Get off me! I have enough stuff in my hair already!" Grumbling as Naomi lands on her, Libby pulls a face for a moment, then swats at Nao a bit. "Enought things on my cot, girl." Marianne gets a look. "I'm upupup already. See?"

Beyla bobs her head, somewhat invisible under the pillow. "Yeah... I'm up too. In spirit." Now leave 'er alone.

Filli looks towards Tie, "Well they ain't mine." She stands up, "Alright who ever this.." she holds the underwear up pinched carefully between to finger, "Belongs to had better come and get 'em because I want them /away/ from my cot." She is not a happy camper.

"Go away." Khaelyn pulls the pillow out from under her face and uses that as a flit-swatter. Thump. Squawk. Screech. Chomp. "Ow!" She rolls off the cot, sporting a nice tear in the back of her shirt, scattering firelizards. "I'm up." Ugh.

Orbit strides in and peers around the barracks. "The dragons are humming. Get your robes on." A pause. "Now."

Lorsalia shoves her pillow over her pair and sits on one end while she attempts to tie her platformed sandals onto her feet. "What is -up- with this humming?" She complains, though she doesn't protest getting ready for the Hatching. "Can't they do something less annoying?"

Nanoc looks up from his hides, blinking several times before the words finally make sense to him "Wha? /Now/? Are y'sure? Shardit!" he scurries to his feet, somehow making it safely to the chest at the end of his cot where his robe rests, safe and sound. Quickly, he changes, tossing on the sandals he saved for this event and joins the others.

Beyla blinks up at Orbit. "Dragons? Humming?" The words hang there in the air. "They're HUMMING?" Eek! Shoving anything in her way aside, she dives for her clothes chest, rummaging around.

Hannah gets up -- she already has her robe on -- and turns to blink at Orbit.. "is it.. time?"

Arm entwined in Marianne's, Sorcen tries to pick up the tune she's humming but can't pull it off the way his bronze flit is yanking at his hair. "Hey, knock it off, will ya?" He turns to the woman at his side with a raised eyebrow. "Up up up? I'm sitting down, are you kidding?" And he heads over to his cot, dropping himself down and trying to get Dozer out of his hair.

Naomi is out cold, it seems. Even dragons' humming and the busy barracks can't keep her from snoring away... Until, of course, Libby starts swatting at her. Then she awakens, and manages to stare at Orbit a bit. "Is this just a drill or something?"

Khaelyn sits up on the ground, already rummaging through her cot at Orbit's order. "Whereisit, whereisit.." Random pieces of hide and other stuff rain down around her as she starts throwing things that aren't her robe around.

Orbit claps her hands together, "Now! No time for modesty. Get those robes /on/!" So she's become Orbit the drill sargent?

Beyla shakes her head, partially hidden in the chest. "It's not here! I put it here!!" CLothes go flying as she dig for it in the chest.

Egan blinks, prancing to stop in front of Orbit. "That's not humming. That's the Harpers. ..Isn't it?" Suddenly, in a blur of green, Furby-lizard attacks Egan's face. Ooooooooooooooooo taaaaaaay. Humming, see? "Ack!" And he flails and such and lands in a random cot. "Sh-- I mean, drat. Err." He stands up quickly. "I already have my robe on."

Kaltia gazes at Orbit for a minute, before the words sink in. Well, no need to ask how much longer. And now its something to do. Quickly squirming into the robe, she searches for her sandals, managing to find them rather quickly and pull them onto her feet.

Tierza jumps and stares at Orbit for a second, then burrows under her cot and grabs tunic and sandals.. with /very/ thick soles. Unhesitantly, she dresses and then looks close to passing out. Gulps and sits.. hard

Merra stares at Orbit for a long moment, as if suspecting some cruel joke. And then... "Shells!" She nearly takes out a few random candies while diving for her sandals, shoving her feet into them.

Robes? Whoa, that was sudden and unexpected. Without sparing much for

Filli blinks as Orbit comes in, "Dragons..humming..robes." It sinks in her head and she flings the underwear to the ground and grabs her robe and looks towards Orbit agian. At the second command she starts undressing and sliding into the robe as fast as she can.

Izzady awakens, wiping his eyes vigorously. Seeing the jittery candidates scurrying about, he takes the hint, running to his cot where his robe is lain neatly across. Quickly, he tosses it over his head, changing into it.

Libby stops pushing at Naomi and blinks. "Uhm." Staring at Orbit, Libby throws a disapproving glance at Naomi when she speaks. "They aren't /that/ nasty." She tells the girl, jumping up and wrestling her pillow for posession of her robe. Mine!

Beyla almost squeaks in happiness as she locates her robe and yanks it out of the chest. Performing one of the fastest changes in her life, she shimmies out of her clothes and into the formless robe.

Tstar is reaching for the towl as Orbit comes in and she checks herself, she still smells like Latrine. She grimaces and strips out of her smelly clothes, dumping them under her cot before lsiping into the clean robe. She swears softly. "Smeared it..." Ah well, too late now. "Hopefully newly hatched dragons don't mind the smell.

Lorsalia pulls her nightdress over her head and replaces it with her robe, carefully put where it can be reached in a hurry. She stands quickly, but wobbles on the tall shoes she wears. "Oh no! These had better work on the sands..."

Hannah stands to the side, her shyness increasing tenfold as a result of added nervousness. She watches her newfound friends with wide eyes as they scramble to put on their robes.

Khaelyn continues launching things backward looking for her robe. "Got it!" she crows, shimmying out of her clothes and into the robe without ever once having to remove every particle of clothing at the same time. Modesty and quickness. Ah. The robe is straightened, and she goes digging for sandals.

Beyla looks at the others, having got her robe on. "Sandals... SANDALS!" Why oh why wasn't she more prepared? She dives for her cot, virtually tearing it up in an effort to locate her sandals.

And then. The announcement. Marianne's arm freezes. The pillow drops to the ground, untouched. "Yes. Up! See? Sorc! No! Up!" Oh, such coherancy. She dives for her bunk to hurriedly wrestle through her bag and unceremoniously throw her dress off and her robe on. She's not particurally concerned about who's watching, either. Shaking out her hair, she frantically attempts to do it up.

Kaltia certainly didn't say anything about modesty. Straightening the bag that is her robe she glances around, focusing on Orbit. Now what is she suppose to do? She really should have payed more attention to things that others have told her.

And that reminds Egan. "Faranth! Where's by sandals? By the first Egg.." He leaps towards his cot, and with a *thump* hits the wall. "Err. Well, I'm okay!" Then he moves off again. "I had 'em! I swear!" Pause. "I.. think."

Rush...*thunk* "Faranth shaffit it all between..." Lyne's really become a nervous wreck out of herself as she comes careening into the barracks, smack right behind Orbit. "They're humming!" No kidding. The walls are only vibrating around them with the dragon's efforts - her own lifemate adding his voice somewhere out there. Mouth opens as the assistant weyrlingmast begins to say something, yet shushes and nods only when Orbit voices.

Tierza casts a quick smile to Hannah and Filli, then the smile becomes a nervous grin.. this is it, huh? "I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I guess..."

Lorsalia hurries towards Orbit and the path to the sands with her arms outstretched, grabbing at anything that might help her keep balance on the tipsy things she tied to her feet. "How soon will they hatch?" She asks nervously.

Robes? Whoa, that was sudden and unexpected. "Humming?" Yes, that was intelligent. Sorcen grabs his and, casting modesty aside, he changes fairly quickly, grinning over at Marianne. "Yep, you were right, I guess. Whaddaya think?" he asks, indicating the lovely bit of craftsmanship on his frame as he tries to convince Dozer to leave his shoulder.

Merra is already hopping from foot to foot, watching everyone else try to weather the chaos. Spotting Hannah, she edges towards fellow 'Reacher, grabbing her hand with little ceremony. "Reachers together, Hannah!"

Naomi is up, and within moments, dressed in her robe, all white and... uncomfortable. Eyes unfocus suddenly, and she falls back onto Libby's cot once more, but regaining composure, she slips her sandals on and stands up, tall as one her size can be.

Khaelyn starts throwing things again, digging furiously through her cot for the footwear and shedding her boots in the process. Aha. "One sandal!" Digdigdig. Pillow, another bit of hide hits the wall behind her, as she digs. "Where is it?"

Filli grabs her sandles and slides into them. "Hurry hurry." she mummbles and ties the robe shut would not be good to flash all of Pern now would it.

Beyla cries, "Aha!" rather loudly as she seizes upon her sandals, almost falling over as she attempts to tie them, her fingers getting tangled in the leather.

Libby eventually ends up in a heap with her robe and pillow, but manages to spit the latter out and pull the first on, remembering a little later to remove her dress from underneath. It's hot enough out on the sands already.

Hannah blinks as Merra snatches up her hand, though she manages a shy smile and nods. She is grateful to cling to someone.. anyone. Hannah returns Tierza's smile with a wobbly oen of her own..

Hatching Grounds Entrance
The imposing height of this tunnel is a mere shadow of the cavern beyond. Worn smooth by time and touch, the walls and floor reflect turns of passage by candidate and observer alike, dusted gently by a smattering of coarse black sand; heat and excitement are palpable here as well, cooled somewhat by the breeze that filters in from the bowl. Broad, shallow stairs sweep up to the galleries for more general observation, while a broad, lower tunnel leads towards the sands themselves.
Lorsalia, Hannah, Beyla, and Libby are here.
Obvious exits:
Sands Galleries Bowl

On the sands, Elle peels her riding jacket off, draping it over one shoulder as her eyes travel in the direction of Saria, "Everyone tends to be nervous at these things." Naturally, she doesn't include herself in this, but the gossimer-wings are aflutter in her tummy.

Filli has arrived.
Sorcen has arrived.
Nanoc has arrived.
Merra has arrived.
Izzady has arrived.
Marianne has arrived.
Egan has arrived.
Naomi has arrived.
Jozelle has arrived.
Juno has arrived.
Tierza has arrived.
Jozelle moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, onto the hatching sands.
Kaltia has arrived.
On the sands, Jozelle moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, out onto the sands.
Merra walks onto the hatching sands.
On the sands, Merra walks out onto the sands.

Hannah walks with youthful grace onto the hatching sands.
On the sands, Hannah walks with youthful grace out onto the sands.

Beyla walks with a distinct bounce in her step onto the hatching sands.
On the sands, Beyla walks with a distinct bounce in her step out onto the sands.

Libby strides onto the hatching sands.
On the sands, Libby strides out onto the sands.

Marianne sweeps confidently, with just the slightest hint of a whisper onto the hatching sands.
On the sands, Marianne sweeps confidently, with just the slightest hint of a whisper out onto the sands.

Kaltia walks onto the hatching sands.
On the sands, Kaltia walks out onto the sands.

Lorsalia steps onto the hatching sands.

Oh ho ho! You had better be a Rider or a Candidate to have business on the sands! Brooding dragons are not reknowned for their good tempers.

Hatching Grounds **BROADCASTING**
The heat here is stifling, encompassing, swallowing mind and hazing sight into waved oblivion. Sparkling, coarse black sand simmers with volcanic urgency underfoot, its hillocks and dunes arranged to queen's liking; reflected light filters in, offered no even perceived respite. When empty, the vault of this cavern is hushed, still that echoes and rebounds; when occupied, it is intensified: clutch dominates view, and off to one side, protected by broody and watchful gold, is Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg. Every sound resounds twicefold as loud as was intended.
Flitting about is IstaWeyrBldr.
Gold Quarith and bronze Sejith are here.
You see Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Egg, Cherry Garcia Egg, Southern Pecan Pie Egg, Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg, Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg, Creamy Vanilla Scoop Egg, Coffee Heath Bar Crunch Egg, Everything But The... Egg, Extremely Caffeinated Bean Egg, Urban Jumble Egg, Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg, Wild Blueberry Strawberry Everyberry Scoop Egg, Doonesbury Sorbet Egg, Peanut Turtles Egg, Pulp Addiction Egg, and From Russia With Buzz Egg here.
You notice K'ven asleep here.
Saria, Lysa, Elle, Char, Teza, Jozelle, Merra, Hannah, Beyla, Libby, Marianne, Kaltia, and Lorsalia are here.
Obvious exits:
Entrance

Filli walks out onto the sands.

Char chuckles, patting the waterskin at her side. "Absolutely no reason to be nervous. We've got all the water we need, right here." Yes, Char's nervous, too, she just doesn't show it in the same manner. She tugs at a strap on her bathing suit--yep, she's dressed comfortably out here on the sands. She's not stupid.

Naomi bounces out onto the sands.
Orbit hops, skips and jumps cheerfully out onto the sands.
Nanoc walks nonchalantly out onto the sands.
Sorcen strides confidently out onto the sands.
Izzady walks out onto the sands.
Egan squees out onto the sands.

The candidates, once gathered, form a semicircle of nervous white robes, and glancing at each other for reassurance, they step forward as one, and bow to Quarith, Sejith, and Saria in unison.

Tierza walks out onto the sands.

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Egg wobbles from side to side, the initial glimmer of movement among the clutch. The baking sands seem to have baked this tasty treat long enough. Flakes and cracks riddle the surface of the egg...

Merra rises from her bow and continues her death-grip on Hannah's hand, reaching with her free hand to snag Sorcen. "Faranth... it's happening!" Hooray for obvious statements.

Izzady's daze more that that of complete shock. Eyes look around in wonderment, staring longly at the galleries at the crowd. Those gathered are scanned over for quite some time in search of those he knows, as he shuffles into position amongst the others.

Hannah clings to Merra's hand tightly, her wide eyes frozen on the eggs before her. She gulps, blinks, and turns to cast a glance at the galleries. Any familiar faces are lost to the sea of people that occupy the once vacant benches.

Tierza bows and loks around..

Khaelyn is shifting nervously, toes curling against the sands and uncurling. Ow. "Does someone have extra sandals?" she whispers to the rest of the candidates as she rises from the bow. And then, "Filli!" She inches over and grabs the other herder's hand in a deathgrip.

Libby shuffles her feet a bit, flapping her arms slightly and not really knowing where to look. Eyes eventually settle on the first egg to make a move, candidate side-glancing for those she knows best.

Naomi looks more than a little unbalanced as she waddles forward onto the sands, staring around with no actual comprehension. "Where do I go?" She got this far...

Lorsalia reaches out for her enemy, Naomi, without realizing what she's doing. "I'm gonna fall!" She warns as her platform-sandaled foot sinks into the sands, leaving her wobbly. As she predicted, Lors tips over with a grab at Naomi's robes, only to land face first in the sand.

Kaltia finishes the upsweep of her bow and with a nervous shake takes glance towards the galleries. Gazing around, she moves close to Libby with a half smile for the other starrie.

Filli after finishing with the bow she looks around as the heat starts comming in through her sandles. At her name she turns and grabs Khaelyns hand, "Amazing isn't it." she whispers to the other herder.

Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg trembles lightly. Delicately on the sands. Not quite yet.

Tierza catches egan's hand and looks wildly about, shards, the sands are hot.. even through her sandals..

Beyla is one of those to break the ranks slightly, shifting nervously from foot to foot. "Shard it...so warm." she mutters. "No... not... warm. Not gonna pass out." Eek! Hold her. Someone. To stop her before she falls.

Nanoc shuffles out like the others. As the group reaches their destination and break off around the eggs, he glances quickly towards the galleries, expressionless out of nerves before whipping his head back as some one taps his arm to grab hold.

Egan is here, now. Ohh boy. Shuffling across sands with finally found sandals, he bows curtly and all, then continues.. and is caught. "Ee! My hand! I mean, oh, hi Ti." Meep.

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Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Egg would not deign to melt, but is instead consumed from the inside out. Chocolate is the first to go, naturally. Cream follows after and dough is last. Dessert is relished as the scene unfolds. No actors here, only a sunset's beauty in the form of Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet.

Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet
Dusk's wan light spills over the horizon of her cresting 'ridges, leaving their jagged silhouettes in the depths of an evening's shadow while basking the rest of her svelte, draconic form with the last vestiges of a poet's vista. Twilight's glow shimmers across her rambling sage, beguiling the lines of her elegant visage while enlightening the sleek curve of her dainty figure. Alas, the beginnings of a star-spangled darkness creep up from tail's sinuous length and encroach upon her tidy haunches to leave wide paws shaded in a murky forest. Iridian sprinkles blanket her wings' sails, defying the darkness after the sunset to twinkle their coy enchantment despite the boundaries set by spanning spars.
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Sorcen looks around as his hand is snagged, sees it's Merra, then looks around for Marianne. Fellow Harper... good. He half drags Merra across the sands over to his Harper buddy to snag her hand. And thus drags whoever's holding Merra's other hand, too.

Tierza ;"s breath releases in a gasp.. a green.. a beautiful green!

Khaelyn lifts one foot in respite from the heat, just as.. a dragonet pops out of an egg. Oh. "Amazing. Yeah," she whispers back to Filli, her grip tightening on the other girl's hand at the first hatching.

Marianne has her arms loosely down at her side, her hands clenched in a fist as she flutters her eyes open and closed again. Breathe. Just breathe. Marianne's chest rises in a slow breath as she opesn her eyes and begins to watch the eggs rumble and shake with alertness in her face and sparkling laughter in her eyes. As Sorcen grabs her hand, she gives him a laughing glance, and squeezes it, mouthing, "Luck, my friend.. luck!"

Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg wiggles.. gently.. from its place off to one side, flecks of vanilla shell seeming to shimmer off and mix with the dark ebony sands that cradle it.

Libby imediatly spots Beyla wobbling, remembers their agreement and rushes to her side. "I'm here. Candidate support, right?" Smiling at Beyla, Lib tries to stop her hands shaking as the first dragonette spills out. "Woah."

Lorsalia manages to get herself up, sputtering and outraged. "Nao!" She complains at her non-friend before starting to fall back again, only to reach for balance and find Kaltia. With eyes wide, she asks silently for help. Platforms a handspan wide aren't good.

Char watches the candidates file out onto the sands and gestures to Nanoc with the waterskin in her hands. See? She brought it! Her eyes flicker towards the galleries, hoping that Aztereth managed to get through to T'nar. A two turn old should /not/ be alone in the galleries.

Beyla almost squeaks as the first egg cracks, stumbling backwards slightly to try and reach a hand to grab Libby's robe, she being near. "That... that's a dragonet..." she whispers, nervously. WEll duh.

Naomi reaches out to steady herself against Lorsalia, still somewhat numbed. "Lors, what're you doing to me, girl?" Reaching to help up the other, she slides forward even more, towards Libby. "Protect me, Lib?"

Hannah blinks at the newly hatched green. "She is pretty.." is whispered so softly she's not sure if she can even be heard. merra's hand is gripped tightly in her own..

Kaltia moves to grab Lors's hand, offering her a chance to get back on her feet. Taking a /deep/ breath, she sways slightly from foot to foot, taking another deep breath to keep from awing out loud.

Merra yelps as she's dragged, clinging to Hannah for dear life. And then, a gasp. "Ohhhh... green. Gorgeous..." She'll melt now, which may be the case, if the hot Sands have their way.

Izzady is still not used to the fact that they're actually at the hatching that they waited so long for right now. And to make sure others know, he gently tugs on whoever's next to him, that happening to be the fellow healer candie. "Can you believe we're actually here? ANd look! A green!"

Wild Blueberry Strawberry Everyberry Scoop Egg rocks a little more than gently on the sands, the shimmering disturbing the sweet lines on the shell. The thin strips of deep berry being to grow wider.. a small crack starting at the top.

Egan tightens grip on Tierza, looking around. "Um. I'm hanging her." Meep to Lorsalia - she fell? - and then he eyes Naomi, and Beyla, and then Tstar, and Hannah, and all other people, then sticks his hand out. "I need a hand. And- ohhhh. Look! A green!"

Saria watches the candidates carefully, ready to send any of the Weyrlingmasters in should any of them panic and run /toward/ a dragonet..

Tierza says, "Egan.. "mumbled.. "It's a green.. a beauty.. " Oh shards, these sandals aren't thick enough...squeezes his hand .. hard!"

Filli looks at Khaely and puts her free hand to her mouth. "Look it's a green." she says watching the little hatching she is to excited to pay much attention to the tighting of the grip.

Extremely Caffeinated Bean Egg wobbles a bit, knowing that it's chance will come soon enough.

Libby nods at Beyla, offering her one hand and Naomi the other. "It's a dragonette." She agrees with Beyla, then flicks a look at Naomi. "You hardly need protection, m'dear, but I'll try."

Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet rises from her egg to peer most curiously over the edge of a egg-shard. Rainbow-swirled orbs swim with their myriad of hues as she examines the bevy of white-robed things just beyond. Forepaws grip the sides of the shell's remains, pushing it down, and thus she spills out in all her glittery splendor.

Khaelyn clutches Filli's hand a little tighter again, hopping to her other foot. "Ow," she whimpers. "Hot. And it's green. The dragonet." Her free hand reaches up to pull nervously on her hair.

Lorsalia holds Kaltia's hand tight as she stands firm, not about to move anywhere and fall again. "Those sands are hotter than they seem." She mumbles, trying to rid some of her nervousness. The first egg hatches and she glances at the dragonet. "Only a green." She scoffs, waiting for the gold she expects to Impress.

Saria comments quietly to Char, "A green - I was hoping for bronze first, for luck." She murmurs softly to T'rell on her other side, something meant for him alone, and watches proudly.

Beyla huddles a little closer to Libby, more for moral support than for physical. She hasn't been out on the sands so long after all. "Pretty green..." she whispers, looking at the dragonet.

Tierza grabs Tstar and pulls her over.. "We started together.. we wills ee this through..."

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Wild Blueberry Strawberry Everyberry Scoop Egg cracks, its smooth shell splintering from the top and running along the wispy lines of blueberry, till the egg is no more than a mess of sticky shell fragments clinging to the diminutive form of a small green hatchling. The little one stretches out of the egg-shaped position she was laying in, and shakes free the shards and shell fragments from her body like a great lady would dust from her gown.

Wild and Witty Green Dragonet
This pixy's strength lies hidden within the frangible figure of a dainty green, mischief-marked. Elongated headknobs form the semblance of horns, two inky blots on olive hide, matched in the upward curve of a manic grin tainting a petite muzzle. A serpentine length of lithe musculature results in a long, slender neck and an equally extended, flexible tail bordering on prehensile. Ebon dust, fae in nature, mars the perfect similitude of moss and sage along the lingering arch of her back, faint at shoulder and hip, but coalescing to puddles of oily darkness upon the backs of her wings. Black latticework traces across the inner membrane of delicate sails, saffron darkening to tangerine--a secret splash of color within their folded depths. *******************************

"Look, Sorcen!" Marianne exclaims in delight, love and laughter sparkling in her eyes, all the dancing, whirling emotions cooking up a storm within. "Look, the eggs almost look like they're dancing! Almost like that gather not so long ago..." She grins and twirls herself under his arm to tickle playfully on the side as she watches the green hatchling. "What a darling... look at her struggle free!"

Nanoc's eyes widen with excitement as the eggs begin to shatter, leaving their occupants dampened to wander about in search of their lifemate. As he feels the tugging on his arm, he half grins, turning towards Izzady "Aye... excited eh? Your feet hot too?" he questions out of nowhere.

Naomi gulps audibly, linking her whole arm with Libby's. "What's she doin'? This doesn't make sense..." Confusion grips her more than her fear now, as does curiosity, and she leans forward a bit, trying to get a better look at each egg, each hatching dragon...

"I can't believe it's happening now..." Whether or not that was an audible remark is unknown to Sorcen; he's not really aware of much in the way of sound. He unconciously squeezes both Merra's and Mari's handa bit tighter, glancing around quickly in search of Lyne. She's around somewhere. He stops looking and watches the eggs as Marianne exclaims about them, nodding dumbly.

Char shrugs at Saria, relief slowly overcoming her features as she receives reassurance from her lifemate. She smiles at the weyrwoman. "Any hatchling coming out is good luck." She scowls as another green pops out. "But where are all the blues?"

Egan's hand suffocates. Poor Egan's hand. "Ee. It's.. moving. Wow." Astonishing? And he shuffles now. "Okay. I wonder if we sing a song." And immediately he dives for a Hannah-hand, shaking his chain a bit. "And.. and.. another! Oh, they're so pretty."

Merra, though enchanted, takes time to look up at the stands, beaming nervously towards her best friends that she sees. "Another green? Oh, my..." This is going to be a great big cluth o' proddiness, isn't it?

Tierza stares at the new baby green.. oh, how absouletly lovely!

Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg shifts in the sands, gently rolling over, yet still waiting just the right time. Timing is everything.

Kaltia sighs, trying to control the sudden... shaking? that overtakes her. Gripping tightly to Lors, she's a bit surprised by the girl's indifference, and yet can't take the time to worry about it. Another green and another breath. Its not as bad as she thought it would be.

Libby exhales a little, trying hard to relax now that she was has a friend either side of her, though the heat makes it nearly impossible. "Doing what dragons do?" She replies to Naomi, giving Beyla's hand a reassuring squeeze.

Hannah blinks again as yet another green hatches. Biting her lip, the candidate clings to Merra and watches the greens with wide-eyed wonder. Are any of these for her?

Tstar walks out onto the sands.

Saria chuckles at Char. "We've got plenty of eggs and time left - I'm sure a blue or two will materialize."

Filli turns her head just in time to see the Wild Blueberry egg crack and show its content. Green eyes peer in wonder as yet another green appers. I knew that one was a green she thinks to herself.

Lorsalia grimaces. "Faranth it's ugly!" is her response to the newest green as she looks for any sign of Her Gold. "I can't believe that a dragon can be so tunnelsnake-ish."

Khaelyn stands on tiptoe, to try and avoid the sole-scorching heat that's scorching her feet a lot faster because of her evident lack of sandals. "Filli.." she murmurs, forcibly relaxing her grip. "Aren't they beautiful? And cute?"

Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet rolls to her feet, wobbling from side to side to regain a semblace of balance. Tail lashes from side to side and wings unfold, giving all a fine view of her star-spangled sails. She sort of hobble-hops forth onto the sands, curling her head up to watch those white-clad things some more. The tickle of mirth dances in her eyes and is given hint as tail lashes once more.

Cherry Garcia Egg doesn't move, or shake, or shudder -- it simply sits there, absorbing the heat of the sands in watchful stillness. Next to it an egg rocks sharply, knocking against the hard surface. No reaction.

Lysa laughs at Char and Saria, completely thrilled by the two first greens. But, then again, she's a greenrider, and crazy about greens. "OH, I love them all. They are so sweet.. and beautiful!" Yes, she's getting silly in her older age.

Tierza glares at Lors amd shhhhs.. "She is beautiful, now hush!"

Egan clings to Hannah, though. "Support me, Shardit!" Once good nanny gone bad? Or something. "I'm dying! I mean, frying! Yes!" Really. And he just flutters at the Star-Crossed Lover Green Hatchling. Ohh boy.

Beyla could cling onto Libby's hand so hard that she could cut off the circulation, but she's so nervous that she can only hold on limply. "This is happening. This is happening." Denial or what. She looks sort of dazed, come to mention it.

Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg shudders, just a bit more, a few more flecks of vanilla dust falling to mingle with the sand below it.

Filli nods softly to Khaelyn, "Very beautiful." she says with a large smile. Green eyes follow the progress of both greens.

Naomi inhales sharply, taking just a tiny step from where she stands, nearly atop Libby, to a place less than an arm's length away. "Shut up, Lors," she calls disinterestedly towards the other candidate, before squinting over at the greens.

Hannah sweezes her other hand that's been caught up by egan. "Green... They're both pretty aren't they?" She offers a shakey grin to him before her own attention is again caught by them.

Merra is starting to feel the heat, figuratively and literally, hopping as best she can from foot to foot. "I wonder which of us..." She doesn't -can't - finish that thought, watching as her favorite egg rocks.

Khaelyn sinks back to her heels and lifts her toes up from the sand now. Hot. "Good luck," she whispers over to Filli, if a little belatedly -- really belatedly. "They're so.. little. I mean.. compared to the big ones."

Tierza mutters at Nao... "You tell her Nao.. Girl has no snese of beauty." Cluthes both Egan and Tstar's hands toghtly. She's bruising, she knows..

Nanoc is starting to get the hint as to why they're allowed to wear sandals, and thick ones at that! Heat starts radiating throughout his feet, starting the little infamous dance for himself. "I hope this doesn't last too long!" he calls out to his fellow candies as a whole.

Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg shifts, rocking back and forth slowly.

Marianne 's laughing eyes drift around the hatching as she watches the two little green hatchlings struggle out of their shells with an alert gaze, leaning forward with the waves of her robe rippling around her. Her grip on her Harper friend's hand is almost white from the pressure she's applying as she watches intently.. but her eye is caught by movement on the otehr side of the sands. Naomi. Raising her unlinked hand, she crosses her fingers high to her friend.

Kaltia pushes at Lors's arm. How did she end up next to /her/? With a sigh, she shakes her head. "Think want you want, Lors." Really, she'd laugh if it searched out the girl. Letting her gaze go back to the dragonets, she waits expectedly.

Libby shuffles a bit, trying not to chuckle at Naomi's reaction to Lorsalia. "Just ignore her, hon." Candidate suggests, nodding to Beyla's observation. "It's happening, and you're fine. You're going great," is crooned reassuringly.

Char takes a deep breath, and 'sits' back to watch the hatching. She points at the latest green and smiles. "Isn't /she/ a beaut?" At least, /Aztereth/ seems to think so.

Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet turns her head to the side, an explosion of sunset's hues traveling up and down the length of her slim throat. A voice garners her attention, a voice cut with the strain of the moment and disbelief? Oh, that cannot be. You must believe in her. Green hopples forth with a few unconstrained bounds, right to the forefront of a pair which is clutching each other quite closesly. Just who is her match...

Lorsalia doesn't get any peace for Tierza or Naomi, even on the sands. "But she is!" The youngest candidate calls back, looking to Kaltia for support, and not just as she jumps away from the first Star-Crossed green, either. She'll wait for a dragonet to approach her, but she's really waiting for a gold.

Tierza stares at the first green.. ohhh, who's she for?

Orbit grins toward Char, "Aren't they all just beautiful?" The magic of the hatching.

Beyla blinks up at Libby. "I'm going great? I'm not doing anything..." Except maybe dying of nerves. And the heat. The heat seems to penetrate her mind and she starts shifting on her feet.

Egan clings to Hannah. "Ohh my. Very pretty. Ohh boy. I mean, girl, right?" Or whatever, and he-with-pink-hair sniffs. "What if they.. they.. oh, shards, nevermind. Look! It's.. going to somwhere."

Wild and Witty Green Dragonet pulls herself to her claws slowly, marvelling first at the feel of sand under her feet, then at the sensations of the heat and cold. Soon, the wild green hatchling begins to take a look around, eyeing all the white things about her. There is something akin to a grin on her muzzle as she stretches her wings out as far as they go, showing off the bright colors beneath them. Soon, the look upon her wedge-shaped face grow quizzical. Then, critical. What did all this white things want with her?

Tstar has strong hands, so doesn't notice the bruiseing, not yet. She's lapsed into silence, just watching, rocking a little on the hot sands as the heat seeps through her soles.

Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet quirks her head to the side, twilight's glimmer sliding up and down the curve of her neck. Sparks seem to ignite in her eyes, their fiery gaze absolutely possessing the sight of one white-robed candidate in particular. Talon's rake the sands in her excitement as she gives a bit of a playful bounce before dashing all out to the one with the striped hair, the girl with a whimsy to mirror her own. Gazes lock and the question really does not need to be asked: Beyla, Beyla, Wherefore art thou, Beyla?

Izzady's attention is wandering elsewhere, though where it should be is obvious. A quick glance is given to the galleries before abruptly turning towards Pern's newest greens, anxiety of whom they'll turn to taking over.

Saria, for once, doesn't seem to notice the heat as much. She whispers something with a smile to T'rell, and reaches to take another pull from the waterskin Char still holds on her other side. "Thanks," she murmurs, keeping her eyes mostly focused on the sands.

Filli nods softly towards Khaelyn, "Good luck to you as well." She watches the green with hopeful eyes, "Yes the are compared to the big ones."

Char grins, nodding at Orbit. "Absolutely." She falls silent as the first green seems about to make her choice. Clutching the skin strapped across the front of her, she gasps when Beyla is chosen. "Oh! Ohohoh! First impression!" Her eyes get all watery.

Sorcen blinks a few times in an attempt to clear his vision. Tearing his eyes from the sands for a moment, he glances up to the ledges where the dragons are. He draws comfort from the fact that that big blue blur up there might be Magnolth. He turns back just in time to see the Beyla Impress. "Alright, Beyla!" Was that one audible? He's not sure...

Merra is still trying to believe that she's here, standing, loosing the bottoms of her feet... "Beyla? BEYLA!" she screams, cheering as her fellow female candie is the first to Impress.

Khaelyn clutches Filli's hand a little tighter. Ooh. Wow. "Beyla! You got a green!" Well, duh. "Great Faranth. Beyla got a green!" She's a little lacking in the congratulations, but.. it's the thought that counts.

Naomi sends a wink Marianne's way, sliding her free hand down along her side to rest on her hip. "Dragon'ish things, eh, Lib? They're cute, but indecisive." Indeed, this girl's got her mind on Impression, as well. Foot lifts from the sands, and she looks as though trying to determine what she's trying to do. "Beyla! Watch out!"

Tierza grins widly as the first Impression occurs.. Way to go.

Lorsalia shudders. "Oh no!" She complains, "She's moving!" The girl tries to hide in on herself, away from the searching gaze of the ugly green. "Why does it have to be so nerve-wracking to wait for the gold?"

Libby smiles gently at Beyla. "You haven't fainted, fallen over, or forgotten your robe. You're doing great." She repeats, then stops short as one green seems to take an interest in her friend. "Like I said, great." Candidate whispers.

Quarith raises her head and croons warmly, encouraging her offspring with a long and intricate warble!

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Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg trembles lightly on the ebony sands, hairline cracks appearing all over the shell. Starting from a center point and spreading, the velvet green shell slowly starts to melt, drips of shell raining down upon the sands. As more and more of the egg dribbles slowly to the sand, finally one last drop completes the proccess and the egg becomes simply a puddle on the sands.

Sprite of Air and Water Blue Dragonet
Sea and sky comingle within a frame of ivory coasts and salt-kissed breezes. Foam flecks the pale azure of dainty features, bubbling over attenuated eyeridges and the slight curve of cheeks to evaporate before reaching the tip of a slender muzzle. Waves of turquoise, subdued by salty crests, crash against the point of talons and narrow tail, sending a splash of foamy flecks along limber limbs. Reeds daunt the sandy edge of aqua sails to form fragile spars ready to bend and play through the air twixt the expansive fabric of his wings. Delicate puffs of misty white are urged along island-flecked sides by a fickle gust to coalesce upon the arch of his back in the beginnings of a gale.
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Egan squees. Literally, for once, this time. "Beyla! Beyla! Beyla! It's... Beyla, isn't it?" Squint. "Oh, she's so fine she blows my.. mind. Or something. Beyla /Impressed/." He shakes both Hannah and Tierza.

Hannah clutches Merra's and Egan's hands and calls out, "Congrats!" to Beyla. She smiles. Such a sweet girl. Feet shift back and forth as the heat of the sands penetrate her sandals.

Kaltia takes a deep breathe as her wonderful fellow starrie Impresses. Finding her voice, she cheers. "Congrats babe!" She half-watches, waiting for a name, even as she keeps one eye trained on the other dragonet. Or dragonets.

Southern Pecan Pie Egg remains rather still upon the sands, silent and stoic. It allows the others to take the limelite, all the attention. Oh, but the time will come for this one. Just a shimmy, but that is all.

Nanoc hoots a congrats Beyla's way "See! I told ya you'd impress!" attention soon after returns to the others, grinning gleefully and jumping out of startle as yet another egg shatters.

Marianne watches as the green dragonet seems to finally gravitate towards her friend Beyla and calls over the sands, "Beyla, darling! Love!" She blows a kiss with her free hand, clutching Sorcen's all the tighter with the other one, laughing softly and merrily as she executes a salute of a curtsey to Beyla, returning Naomi's wink and leaning over to Sorc. "Look!" He seems to be abstracted. She just has to make sure he saw. She's a bit odd right now.

Tierza a blue! A gorgoues water-specked blue.. Oh, Izz!

Filli cheers, "Way to go Beyla!" she calls out as the frist impression is made.

Beyla stares. And stares. "Oh... oh..." She almost passes out there and then, if it wasn't for the fact that she can't resist reaching out a very badly shaking hands to tentatively touch a muzzle. "Castaliath..." she mutters softly, oblivious to everything. "Oh..."

Khaelyn's attention shifts from Beyla to the newest dragonet. "Filli! A blue one!" Yeah, a blue one. "And my favorite egg just moved! It /moved/!" Well, all of them are, but it's /her/ favorite. "Wow."

Wild and Witty Green Dragonet blinks and peers at a pair of feminine white things, her eyes whirrling as she examines them. Motherly.. yes, but nothing that would interest her. The Witty Green seems to grow more critical with the pair then shakes her head and wanders off, looking for more white things.. more interesting people. A male is examined, then another female, but the green keeps turning her head back to that first pair she sniffed out.

Saria clasps her hands together as the first impression occurs, watching the new pair with eyes that shimmer with.. could those be tears in the stern old Weyrwoman's eyes? It must be the heat.

Izzady eyes the newest blue, happiness suddenly evident with his grin. Nodding once at grins at Tierza quickly and to his other side where fellow healer-candie stands.

Naomi's excitement catches in her throat, it seems, because rather than yell off some sort of congratulations to her fellow starcrafter/candidate, or... now-greenrider, she merely groans out a gurgled: "Mawawagoo," before turning her eyes back to the other green, and hatching blue.

Tstar grins and cheers as Beyla impresses, but turns more quietly back to the eggs, eyes drifting from draggonette to dragonette without really stopping to follow any particular one. Too much to see.

Tierza feels faint, but won't give in. She is to keyed-up to faint. But ohh, the possiblilty is still there.

Lorsalia scowls and stomps at the sand. "Why would anyone even want her?" She complains, focusing on the witty green that searches. "SHe's so ugly. At least that blue is prettier. Or handsomer." She corrects, looking to see if anyone at all agrees with her assessment.

Filli looks at the said blue, "Wow look at him." She tells Khaelyn as she turns to look at the still roving green. "I wonder who she is looking for?"

Sprite of Air and Water Blue Dragonet tilts his head to the side for a moment, then takes a step out of the puddle that is the shards of his egg. He takes another step forward, peering, seeking, searching out into the sea of white that is before him.

Egan wilts on Hannah and Tierza, but pops back up. "Blue, now! Blue! And.. and..." Sniff. "Aww." Sob. Weep. "This is all so sad." "Okay, now. Where were we? Ah, yes. Blue! It's a blue!" It's a boy!

Libby suddenly looks quite lost, not at all sure what to do with her now free hand. Taking it into her robe, Libby watches her friend and her dragon and can't help but burst into tears. "I knew you could do it." Is offered Beyla's way before she reassures herself that Nao's still there.

Merra turns back in time to catch Entangled Mints cracks, face falling. Not... a green? She sighs, turning her attention to the other green. But, the blue is kind of handsome, no?

Kaltia squeezes her eyes shut, trying to keep /some/ composure while standing next to the youngest candidate. One who doesn't know how to be quiet. Another jab aimed at Lors's side and she hisses. "Shuddup. Think what you will, but don't say it aloud..."

Char seems to forget that she'd brought the water onto the sands for possibly overcome candidates. She takes the skin and brings it to her lips, gulping deeply. Of cuorse, at this point, she notes that no one is ushering the Impressees off to the side. "Hey... where's the Weyrlingmaster?"

Khaelyn shivers slightly, hopping to her left foot and raising her right foot a few inches above the sands. "Maybe for you," she responds slyly, a half-grin taking its way onto her slightly paler-than-usual face.

The Wild and Witty Green stops for a moment, her eyes reexamining that blondish waif-like candidate she previously passed over. What is this? Has her heart just awakened? How can this girl, just scorned, now stand out like a shining star from the heavens? Can it be love at second sight? The dark green hatchling turns her head, stretching her slender neck in the direction of the candidate that has captured her heart so completely. A coo of curiosity slips from that elongated throat to become a slight warble before dying out. Soon, her body follows in a serpentine manner, gliding over the sands with youthful and wild excitement towards her goal, her heart's desire, that cute little girl with the reddened sungold locks: Libby.

Hannah gasps slightly as a blue hatches from it's shell. Blues are pretty. Her birth-mtoher rode blue. Clinging to Egan and Merra, the candidate watches the moving dragonets -- both blue and green -- with wonder.

Elle moves from her place on the sands, moving across to approach the newly impressed pair. "Beyla? Castaliath?... I think your dragonet could use some meat. Follow me over there?" The elder rider motions a hand off to the side, away from all the action.

Sorcen forms a small 'wow' with his lips silently as the blue comes out, really stunned by this whole thing. Overwhelmed, too. One of his legs keeps nervously twitching, and he spasmodically squeezes the hands of the two women on either side of him. "Mari..." he mutters, drawing the name out. It's actually short as Libby Impresses, at which point he cheers her on with nothing that can really be comprehended.

T'rell glances thoughtfully across the sands, then to Sejith as he smiles reminiscently.

K'ven, snorting at Char, steps out onto the sands to stand beside Beyla. "Whenever your finished with your greetings..." he clears his throat. "Follow me, weyrling."

Lorsalia rolls her eyes. "Thank goodness!" She says with a woosh, having kept in all her other opinions as the green kept moving. "She's picked Libby. They're such a pair." Biting her lip, she glances at the vanilla egg kept aside and waits, still, for her gold.

Naomi's hand slides from hip to thigh, and her other arm once again reaching out for Libby, when... all too quickly... Libby -too- is taken away. "No!" is her first shout, and she looks as though about to go after that charming little green before Lib, but she restrains herself, backing up towards the others. "No."

Filli smiles as the Green heads for Libby, "Way to Go Libby!" she cries out, "Look Libby impressed the green." she tells Khae.

Egan ees. "Look! Look! It's a green... it went to Libby! Libby's green! Libby's green!" Yay, hurrah! Hurrah! "Oh. This is so sad, you know?" Sniff as he nearly strangles both Hannah and Tierza, somehow or another.

Nanoc's dancing is more than that to relieve himself from the aura of heat. No, now it's just pure excitement for those impressies "Woo hoo! Way t'go, Libby!"

Torey walks in.

Merra is driven to cheer as another starrie Impresses. "Libs! Libby! What's his name?" she calls, knowing full well the other is probably too overwhelemed to answer.

Beyla can barely manage to haul her eyes away from the dragonets, one hand swiping at her face fiercely. Those aren't tear. She's just warm. Really. She clambers to her feet, delicately reaching out to help her dragonet. "Food... that's good... right darling?" she whispers to her dragonet.

Hannah calls out, "Congrats!" to Libby. Her face lights up at the newly ipressed.

Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg wobbles meaningfully, now, a series of small pops accentuating its largest movement yet...

Torey wanders off the sands.

Khaelyn hops to her other foot. Dang, but these sands are hotter than she remembers. Most likely because her feet are bare this time. "Can I borrow your sandals, Filli? And libby Impressed!" Pause. "Go, Libby!"

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Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg shivers from behind the protective dunes so carefully built up around it by Quarith, and hairline cracks appear across the smooth surface of the egg. With so much sand built up around it, it seems the only way to go is up, and as cracks fracture into shards at the top, the occupant breaks free. Shimmering headknobs become visible, then scrabbling over the broken remains of the egg come forelegs, and before wobbly hind legs and talons can find purchase, dragonet tumbles end-over-end down a little hillock of the black sand, to right herself with a shake of her head and the sharp, dismayed screech of a creel of protest!

Lady of the Desert Sands Gold Dragonet
The absolute whitest of gold envelops her head entirely, glittering with a frosty iridescence and accentuated by eyeridges of a slightly warmer gold, highlighting her multifaceted, gemlike eyes that seem alight from deep within. Skeins of muted and mixed colors, like the dust of finest rare crystals, travel the length of her long and gracefully curved neck and its ridges. Delicate shades of pearl, sapphire, vermilion, and jade mellow, and swirl to combine and become one, luminescing as they travel down well-proportioned body. As they mix together they reflect and ripple with the glow of the first sun of a frosty winter dawn and spread outward, their shine radiating onto her wingspan and combining with striations of sunset gold. Sunlight color reaches out over wingsails to overlay the crystal line shine at wings' edges, spars, and tips. Her bulk belies her graceful nature as it gives way to a tail kissed with the same radiant sheen as her body and neck, until it fades at the very tip of the fork to the lightest, honeyed gold.
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Libby stands so stock still she seems frozen for a minute, then starts crying all over again. She hadn't gotten over Beyla's Impression and now she's faced with her own. Suddenly able to move again, Lib loses herself in her dragons eyes.

Sprite of Air and Water Blue Dragonet watches his sister impress, then starts to head toward the candidates, investigating them, looking for that special something, that special someone.

Tierza chokes and pushes Egan down. "Easy Egan, I am sure there is a green for you soon."

Marianne doesn't seem to be able to speak a coherent sentence at the moment. All that harper training.. out the window, apparently. She has to stop. She leans back,trying to regain her cool. She's trying. But she doesn't succeed. She's shaking and dancing, kicking up her skirts as she does a little jig dance of happiness for Libby. "Libby! Oh, Libby!" Some training remains, after all. Projection. She waves her arms around.. even the one with Sorcen's hand, although she doesn't let it go.

Kaltia giggles. There certainly something for the starries this time! "Congrats Libs!!" And then, she manages a gasp. The one everyone one is waiting for is out. Along with her blue clutchsib.

Izzady can't seem to stay focused upon the eggs. Eyes continue looking about-- at the other candidates, and then back towards the galleries again, a quizzical look on his face. He's not dreaming this time, or is he? Eyes finally make their way back to the eggs, staring on in disbelief.

Tstar starts as the Gold egg disolves and hodls her attention for a moment before she turns away, towards teh other eggs. Did Buzz pop yet? her eyes seek the hyper active one.

Lorsalia bounces, tugging on Kaltia's hand as she dances closer to the clutch. "She's hatched, she's hatched!" The girl beams, pointing to the gold standing in the midst of her egg's shards.

Filli looks down at Khaelyn's feet, "You forgot you sandals?" she slids hers off and hiss as her barefeet hit the sand and she starts to shuffle. As the gold appears her eyes go wide, "It's the Gold!"

Egan stares. "It's a.. a.. a.. duh, um, a.. g-.. It's a gold!" Squee!

Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg wriggle back and forth on its little place upon he sands, mireing itself deep in the sands. But, at the same time, warming ever more.

Tierza stands stock-still as she watched the gold dragonette. She's a little love, and she is now totally wrecked.

Khaelyn sighs in relief, hopping into one sandal and cramming both of her feet in. "You can keep the other one, Filli," she offers magnanimously, before looking over.. there.. and squealing. "Wow. That's.. pretty. That's the gold, right?"

Merra's head snaps around as the gold hatches, and she gapes. "Oh, my... she's beautiful. Right, Hannah?" Right, anyone? A fleeting glance at the remaining females, sizing up each one.

Naomi looks about the sands frantically, slouching just a bit as though trying to keep from being seen, now. Marianne's spotted, and the girl starts towards her, before stopping, suddenly, to look back towards the eggs, and then, the gold. No words, for now she starts towards Marianne yet again. "Mari!"

Hannah lossen her hands slightly from Egan's and Merra's in a state of shock. The gold.. is beauitiful. "Wow.. Merra, Egan.. She's.. she's.." This candidate is not quite able to finish her sentence..

Char's eyes widen as the gold hatches. "Oh.. Ohohoh." Again, she takes a swig from the waterskin. Forget the candidates, /she's/ caught up in the hatching.

Sorcen can't help but grin nervously as his hand is taken on a trip through the air courtesy of Marianne. He then tugs on it sharply, almost with enough strength to knock her over but not quite. "It's a gold, it's a gold." Master of the obvious.

Nanoc's eyes lock on the gold, staring on in pure awe. It's a pity he's a male, huh? Grinning, he tugs on Izzady's arm again, muttering something in his ear, soon after, sharing a good laugh.

K'ven clears his throat again, trying to be patient. He smiles at Beyla. "Yes. Food. Hunger. We can feed her... over.. there." He gestures towards the side where food is waiting for hungry hatchlings.

Marianne begins to wax eloquent as she watches the dragons hatch and Impress, and then the gold crawls out of hte egg that has been rocking for some time. "Look at it shine, Sorc! She glows with fire brighter than a torch.. she sparkles..." Oh, she can't take her eyes away... except for her friends. As her arm is tugged back down, she grins and twirls herself under it, holding her other arm out to Naomi. "Nao! Over here!"

Sprite of Air and Water Blue Dragonet steps forward, investigating a miner, then a smith. Finding neither to his liking, he continues onward, looking for the perfect match, looking for that one.

Libby blinks back tears long enough to turn back and smile at all the people she's shared candidacy with. "Her name's Alishath..." Libby tells anyone and everyone who'll listen, before absorbing herself in her dragon again.

T'rell glances up at Sejith, who seems almost as astounded as the Candidates at the golden dragonet's appearance -- she does know how to make an entrance, doesn't she? And then he smiles to Saria, lightly touching her shoulder; Quarith done good.

Tierza oh.. he needs a good gentle rider.. And she looks about her.. Izz?

Egan eyes the blue's traveling, noticing Hannah's grip, yet reinforcing it. "No! Don't let go. I'm.. I'm..." He just makes a really big gulp, and tightens on Tierza as well.

Filli happily keeps the one sandle as she watches the gold.

Everything But The... Egg wiggles. Just wiggles.

Beyla couldn't really give a toss about the gold hatching. In fact she wouldn't care if the weyr came to an end right here and now. "Over there?" She asks, blinking at K'ven. "Oh. Ok..." She looks dazed as she helps her little green over to the meat, accompanied by prompting nudges from an insistent muzzle.

Izzady barely catches Tierza's glance, but he does, just offering her a nervous grins as his attention refocuses on the eggs and hatchlings alike.

Khaelyn hops gingerly about on one sandal, still grabbing onto Filli for support and now balance. "That's pretty. Shiny." She's veering around like a drunkard, trying to find that center of gravity again on one shoe.

Tstar shrugs and her eyes flicker to the blue, then back to the clutch. She doesn't know who he's looking for, or what. She's to rough around the edges for something that delicate.

Lysa smiles at Libby sweetly, and nods. "Alishath, eh? That's a good name for a good green. Why don't you come over here..." She gestures the new weyrling over to the side... "...and feed her, ok?"

Extremely Caffeinated Bean Egg does a little shimmy, a little shake and then goes silent. Nope. For all its caffeinated appearance, it's going to be patient.

Tierza shuffles on the sands.. feet really begining to feel the heat.. her excitement rising and not even feeling her hands anymore. Tstar and Egan forgotten in the thrill of this moment...

Sprite of Air and Water Blue Dragonet seemingly floats along the sands, first inspecting one, then another. As he makes his way oh so carefully and perfectly along the sands, he catches sight of something.. His head turns, body following and suddenly oh so composed dragonet makes a dash for a healer, finding the match for his perfection: Izzady.

Kaltia giggles, nodding to Lors with a grin. "Aye, she did hatch." Now, she just has to find someone and someone save her if its the overly-sure, egotistical Lors.

Lady of the Desert Sands Gold Dragonet raises her head, indignant at the tumble she took in the process of hatching, and shakes the last few fragments of shell from her still-wet wings. Lurching forward, finding her balance on the hot sands, she digs in talons for purchase and is suddenly graceful, her movements all coming together as she starts forward toward the knots of white-robed creatures that hover, dart and weave in front of her. Eyes whirl a myriad of colors, not staying with any one emotion too long, as she sniffs at a group of young girls and then tosses her head up, emitting a creel of protest.

Izzady drops his jaw, his whole body following it just seconds later as he comes to the realization that the little dragon in front of him is speaking... to him? "His name is Nuadayth!" But the idea just hasn't chimed in that he just impressed until he hears the cheers gushing around his head.

Libby takes a few minutes to realise that someone is in fact addressing her, but when she locates Lysa she beams happily at her and nods. A glance is given in Nao's direction, slightly worried about leaving, before Libby sees her with Mari and goes to feed Alishath as indicated.

Naomi's jaw hangs open wide, listening to Libby's lifemate's name recited, and looks at least a little teary-eyed. Marianne's arm is taken forcefully, and held oh-so-close to her chest. "Libby's gone," is whispered to said candidate, the others recieving less of her attention as she's focused solely on the arm in her own arms. She does pull her attention to Izzady, nodding expressionlessly, before burying her face into Mari's shoulder.

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Everything But The... Egg shifts in the sands, a slow wiggle as it topples over into a different spot, rolling over until it finally settles into a hollow of sand. A chunk of chocolate shell drops from the side of the egg, perhaps chipped off in its small journey to the it's new resting place? The bit of shell that rests upon ebony sands is soon joined by another, this time a flake of vanilla, then another bit of toffee hued shell. Yet another and another fall to the sands, the egg finally bursting in a sudden torrent of shell, revealing its occupant: Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet.

Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet
Sun-chased citrus coils teasingly upwards along the curve of a slender snout, branching over eyeridges colored the intense green of spring grass; faceted eyes flash coyly, ever-changing gems set against a backdrop of eye-rending emerald. Warmth seeps along shapely wings, dripping along delicate wing spars; lemon's bright touch adds a swirl to wing sails fragile to the point of translucence, pale green jade shaped by a Master's touch and kissed with a subtle shimmer of gold. Shapely and lithe, sensuously curved neck and tail lead the eye to assuming a greater length than the green possesses, a decided trimness marking all her features.
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Khaelyn would cheer for Izzady, really she would, but she's so busy trying to stay upright with her dignity intact that all she can manage is a squeaked, "Izz!" She finally rights herself, releases Filli's hand.. and promptly grabs it again.

Filli watches as Izzy impress, "Khae Izzy just impressed the blue! Way to go IZZY!" she calls holding on to the other herders hand bouncing softly while standing on just the one sandle.

Kaltia shakes her head a bit, talking a faltering step as the gold starts to move. And then, she eeps as the sand from her step gets in her eye and she starts rubbing at it. Trying to get it out the best she can.

Lorsalia stands perfectly still, other than shaking in her sandals as she waits for the gold to choose. "Me...pick me..." The girl whispers under her breath, completely missing the new green's hatching.

Hannah calls out, "Congrats!" to Izzady, though her gaze is caught solely on the gold. She smooshes herself close to Merra and bites her lip. Shuffling her heated feet, she drops her gaze shyly; she doesn't want to get caught by the gold for /staring/ at her.

Egan oos. "It's a.. it's a..." Don't breakdown! "It's a.. /green/."

Merra reflexively tightens her hand on Hannah, calling her congratulations as Izzady Impresses. "WHEE! Izzy!" However, arriving green claims the part of her attention -not- on the gold.

Marianne is *not* going to lose it now. Drawing in a deep breath, she steadies herself. And does it again. And again. "And another one is gone..." She breathes under her breath, softly. And finally, a distraction. Marianne's friend buries her face in her shoulder, and Marianne croones softly, leaning into Sorc's shoulder as she does so with her back, "Shhhh.. Libby's happy! She has her dragon! Nao..." She laughs, and tickles her in an attempt to keep her spirits up.

Tstar grins and cheers. "Way to go Izz!" She calls to the lad, ignoring the gold entirely, for now she sqeezes on Tierza's hand... hard, oops.

Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg wriggles some more, moving enough to fall on it's side. And once in this postion, it just sits and waits and remains rather patient. A slow, but stately crack slides from end to end, but that is all. Anticipation is the worst, isn't it?

Char applauds, letting the skin fall to against her thigh--good thing she corks it between each drink. "Oh, huzzah!" she shouts, unashamed of the tears streaming down her cheeks. "A blue! Az, it's a blue!" Forgetting for the moment that the dragon is up on the ledges. "Oooh... and it Impressed."

Sorcen tries to cool his feet off by doing the same thing he does on the beach; burying them in the sand. Not a good idea. Instead of cooler sand, it only seems to get hotter. Wincing, he pulls them back up then yells out, "Izzy!" He would pat Marianne's back comfortingly if she wasn't holding his hand so tightly.

Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet slowly slips out from the shell shards scattered about her, stepping toward the candidates and looking eagerly around the sands, investigating a holder lass, then moving onward.

Tierza can't breath.. Another beautiful green.. who's is she? Oh her heart is in her mouth and she is is really begining to sweat. "Congratulations Izz, he's a love!"

Lady of the Desert Sands Gold Dragonet wanders along the edge of an area where the Candidates are spread apart more.. passing by a petite strawberry blonde, she pauses, extending her muzzle curiously and sniffing with great purpose... then, as suddenly as she stopped, she steps back, startled by something, and sidesteps farther down the line of Candidates.

K'ven, having just settled Beyla, realizes that another candidate has impressed. Hotfooting it over the hothot sands, he taps the new bluerider on the shoulder. "Izz is it?" he asks, smiling briefly before gesturing over his shoulder. "Follow me, please? Food's this way.."

Izzady beams brightly at the others as he ushers his new lifemate off to the side, himself being more wobbly than the hatchling.

Khaelyn clutches Filli's hand even tighter, eyes wide as the gold starts advancing on the candidates. "Look, Filli! She's coming... down the line. Wow." She can't even move in the sandal, lest her balance be lost again and she collapse on the ground.

Naomi pulls back from Marianne's side just a little, hand going over her chest for a moment as she breathes, slower than she probably should, but at least grateful to -not- be hyperventilating. Some down, some left, and more eggs on the sands. She shuffles just a little ways away from the harper candidates, clutching her robe, and starts for someone new.

Lorsalia's heart was about to break when the gold stops near her. But no, she moves on. "Not me?" Her heart does break now and a tear, made from nervousness, drops down her cheek. "B-bbut!" She bites her lip and watches, wondering how in the world a gold could have passed -her- up.

Hannah lets her moon-pale hair fall in front of her face so that she can watche the gold surreptitiously. Though, the strands are lank with the heat of the sands. "Merra... Egan..." She clings tightly. Cling...cling..

Egan ees and squeals and squees. "Green. Gold. Gold. Green. Grold. Goen. Greengold. Goldgreen." Deathgrip. Must kill Hannah and Tierza's hands. "I'm.. I'm... going to explode?" From something. We hope not literally.

Kaltia continues rubbing at her eyes, letting the hand that had been clinging to Lors drop to rub with both hands. Because of course, flying sand has a habit of getting in eyes at the worst moments. Blinking a few times, she tries to see before going back to the rubbing.

Filli eyes just about fall out of her head at the sight of another green. "Look another green." she tells the herder she is holding on to. At the comment about the gold she turns her head too look. "She is isn't she."

Beyla... or is it Yla now... Yes... that's right... Yla... would be perfectly content to spend her life just staring raptly at her little dragon, if the dragonet's creelings of hunger weren't so insistent that is. "Here you go..." she says, reaching for the meat. "Stop making me so hungry..." she says, teasingly. She /just/ ate. Several hours ago.

Lady of the Desert Sands Gold Dragonet pauses in her search, all else falling away, forgotten, as she finally sets determined eyes upon her *one*. Moving decisively now toward her chosen, she finds the fair-haired, wide-eyed young girl-woman she sought and favors her with an elated warble, fanning her wings out a bit as she steadies herself in front of Hannah.

Tierza says, "Egan.. Tstar..." Hannah!!!! "Oh Hannah!!!!"

Merra can't help but stare at the gold that's making her rounds. Hannah gets a nervous smile, an attempt to reassure. "Don't worry, darling, it'll-- HANNAH!!" She drops the girl's hand, stepping back in awe.

Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet tosses her head, gazing with imperial dignity upon the candidates, stepping forward to find that special one, investigating many, but finding none to her liking as of yet.

Managing somehow to see Izzady Impress, although she's crunched between to of her friends, Marianne releases Sorc's hand, waving it wildly in the air in congraulations, "Izzady! Luck to you, my friend!" As Naomi walks away, Marianne looks after her in concern, leaning over to Sorcen. "Nao looked like she was about to fall over, Sorc. D'you think she's all right over there?"

Tstar smiles slightly and nods as the Gold settles infront of Hannah, she blushes lsightly and releases her grip on Tierza's hand. "Good choice." She mutters softly.

Khaelyn swings around, hops awkwardly, and squeaks out another name at the next impression: "Hannah!" Hop. She's never going to regain her dignity after this hatching is over.

Lorsalia refuses to look at the gold as she chooses Hannah and instead focuses on the Lotus dragonet. "Fine. You're mine. Pick me." She whispers, noting just a tinge of gold in the hide. If the gold didn't pick Lors, it's her own fault. She'll still get the best green on the sands.

Tierza says, "oh Tstar, just like you were saying.. they /do/ know the best match.." Eyes ther green and tries not to wish too hard."

Saria grabs hold of T'rell's arm. "Look!" she hisses softly. "The gold. She chose Hannah!" Saria beams proudly. "That's the one from High Reaches, Areiah's girl."

Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg allows its cracks to ring around its shell while the dragonet within peeks out with the twinkle of things to come. A rustle and a promise. And then something more.

Egan ees. And near faints, going splat ont he sands, but the heat quickly revives him. "It's a /gold/! /The/ gold! You got it, Hannah, yours!" And he eyes the ever-close gold, but makes no comment. "Hee. Hee. Eyeyeyeyeee!" Back to the green, now. "Look. It's.. there." Nod.

Kaltia manages to open her eyes enough to see the gold going to Hannah and calls out a Congrats that is muffled by the hands rubbing her eyes. Blinking a few more times, she manages to open her eyes, now red from the rubbing, to watch the sands once more.

Filli grins as Hannah impress. "Hannah!!!!" she bounces pulling Khae's arm with her. "She got the gold!"

Tierza pulls back on egan.. wobbling as he heads down.. "Oh no, stand u7p Boy!"

T'rell watches -- no, not so much the golden dragonet, though she is the subject of part of his attention, along with her choice; no, not her, but Saria. He smiles at her enthusiasm and pride, and nods back to her, pleased. "But of course," he tells her, somewhat flippantly, and with a wink. "They always choose High Reaches folk."

Char blinks as Hannah Impresses the gold, turning towards Orb. "Isn't she that really shy one from the 'Reaches whose been her Faranth..." she trails off and shrugs, waving her congratulations to the new goldrider. "Huzzah, Hannah!"

Hannah blinks at the gold at her feet. She releases Merra and Egan and throws her hands around the gold's neck. "Dhiammarath... Dhiammarath..." She looks up at those around her and blinks; she is quite stunned.

Sorcen peers after Naomi, only half comprehending what Mari send. "Umm, yeah?" It's a good thing Merra's still got hold of his hand, or he'd be lost. "Hannah!" Way too much going on to take in at once. The hot-sand-dance is performed in part by Sorc as he tries to focus on everything at once.

Egan is released. Woah. And stumbles into Tierza, then looks up. "Eh. /Merra/, darling!" Cough. "Hold hands?" And be a niice, haappyy faamillyyy-- err.

Marianne watches Hannah Impress the golden dragon of such beauty with sparkling eyes that hold no hint of resentment, nor of wistfulness.. just celebration for her fellow candidate.

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Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg shudders rapidly in ever-growing circles, heedless of where it spins, out of control. Chocolate bulges outwards, striations appearing across the mixed-up shell. Abruptly, it falls completely still, silent... a moment, two... And shell showers the sands and surrounding Candidates as it explodes in a cloud of sharp-edged shards, a melodical trumpeting announcing the arrival of Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet.

Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet
Moonlight steals across his long and limber neck, enchanting the woodlands of his draconic hide with its otherwordly glow. Silvery lights spiral across his slender torso, dipping betwixt the glances of summer's green and wending its carefree way through the twisted branches of oak and ash to travel along the fine willow of fragile wing-spars. Lunar beams dapple upon the surface of his brambles as it filters through the webbed foliage of wings' canopy. An evening's mist frolics along the aged cedars of his hardy legs, lifting to tickle along the curve of his rounded tummy with fairy-kisses and mischievous dreams. Finally, beam's molten silver pools 'tween the jaded ridges his fey tail, granting redwood's bough with the last of a puckish twinkle.
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Naomi hardly stops in her pacing across the sands to acknowledge what Mari says, and barely even stops to observe the gold's choice of Hannah, though a nod is sent her way. Khaelyn's in her line of sight now, and is reached quick enough, and she reaches out to her. "They're all gone, see?" is whispered to the herder/candidate, voice just audible.

Nanoc is really dancing now, and jumping and more! "Hannah! Woo! Way to go!" he yells out happily, if not a bit belatedly as it took him that long to realize the impression. And now a brown impresses, causing him to just oogle.

Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet follows after her golden sister, perhaps there is something interesting along that way. After all, if her sister found the right one there, perhaps she shall as well?

Sejith arches his neck over to get a better look, now; he has been keeping himself out of the way, but curiousity and the wonder at the new hatchlings asserts itself and, well, here he is.

Khaelyn clutches Naomi's hand with her free one. Can't be losing her balance here. "Faranth. I can't stand up," she hisses, wobbling dangerously back and forth even as more eggs hatch. "Wow. A brown. He's /cute/!" Just like everything else.

Saria steps closer to T'rell, her hand still on his arm, and can't help but laugh at the bronzerider's comment - suddenly, now, she's really enjoying this moment. She impulsively reaches up and kisses him on the cheek, and then remains close to his side. "They'll choose the right ones," she says softly. "It's in their blood."

Tstar quirks ane eybrow at the newest arival. What's this? If I be not mistaken that's the shrewish knave Robin Goodfellow! My, my what a brown.

Lorsalia makes her hands into fists at her side and closes her eyes tight as she mumbles her mantra "Pick me, pick me, pick me" Lors will not go home without a dragon and this green seems to be as close to gold as she'll get, with those sparkles.

From Russia With Buzz Egg rolls over in the sands, bumping up next to another and wedging itself in there tightly.

Filli watches as a brown appears, "Look at the brown isn't he just darling." she says before here eyes flick back to the Lotus Green who is now following the same path that gold did.

Hannah leads Dhiammarath off to the side where the other newly impressed are gathering. She is looking shell shocked and still not quite elieving it's happening.

Sorcen isn't aware of /everything/ going on, but he does notice the hatching of a brown. "Merra look, it's a brown! Mari!" The hand in Merra's hand is again tightened, and he blinks a few more times, trying to get a good look at the brown.

Merra arches a brow at Egan. "Weren't you the one that told me girls are icky?" But she obligingly moves to grip the nanny's hand. "Wow, a brown. And a rougish fellow at that. The renegade of the clutch, mayhap?

Cherry Garcia Egg tips and wobbles reluctantly, knocked on the side once more by a rather energetic egg to its right that seems intent on shuddering into an explosion. Settling back onto the hot sands, it seems consumed by an aura of watchfulness - this time spiked by a heady dose of impatience.

Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet makes her way across the sands, investigating first one, then another white robed candidate, finding none to her liking. She lifts her head up and turns it from side to side, looking, seeking, finally eye contact is made. She presses forward, lifting her head to nudge oh so gently at the emerald eyed candidate standing before her, tail lashing as she chooses her one, her only, her Egan.

Tierza shakes ehr ehad and tries to stay focused in the ehat. The green hasn't chosen yet, so she is gonna hope as long as possible. And now a beat of a brown.

Quarith raises her head and turns to nuzzle Sejith's neck, crooning warmly.

Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet tumbles from the remains of his shell, rolling quite a distance to thoroughly litter his woodland hide with the speckles of scorching sands. Progress comes to a halt at the feet of a trio of white-robed candidates. At it is at this point where he explodes with arms and legs and every other appendage akimbo. Oh yes, time for some fun.

Khaelyn wobbles a little more and finally stands up straight, if leaning a bit to Filli's side. "Yup. Absolutely darling. And hyper." It is a cute brown, now that she can see him.

Marianne captures Sorc's hand once more. "Don't you go anywhere. Don't you leave me to fall on the sands," she laughs. Not that he had been making the move to do so, but still. Grinning rougishly, Marianne redirects her gaze towards the egg pile as she watches them shake, rattle and roll... "A brown.. it's a brown! And, but more importantly, look, Sorc! A green for Egan, for our nanny!" Marianne's laughter lilts over the space around her, merrily dancing, just as her feet are. She can't seem to keep still.

"After all," T'rell places his hand over Saria's, just a brief gesture as he grins; "Their parents chose us."

Lorsalia continues to stand as still as a statue, eyes closed and hands balled into fists. She's not going to watch anymore. Her dragon will have to get her attention and get it good.

Tstar blinks as someone so close to her impresses. "Egan!" My is she slow on the uptake today... Very slow on the uptake. Wait? Did Buzz egg move?

Yla manages to pull herself out of her lifemate's whirling gaze as the green's hunger begins to be assauged, and she starts looking around. "Oh... Libby... Hannah... Izz..." She mutters, stroking muzzle while still feeding, attention divided.

Merra does a happy little sand dance for Egan. Lord, what fool these mortals be... "YAY, EGAN!" She has the presence of mind to release his hand, stepping out of the way yet again.

Egan stares. Wobble. And then there's that tail-lash. And then there's.. "Fiareth." Swoon. "/My/ Fiareth." Beam.

Filli cheers as the green chooses Egan, "Way to go Egan!" she calls before looks back at the brown. "Hyper can be good." she comments with a grin.

Kaltia glances sideways slightly at Lors, reddish eyes wandering momentarily away from the wandering dragonets, a quick call for Egan. "Congrats!" And the she peers once more at Lors. "Ya okay?" She doesn't really like the girl, but she should be nice, no?

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From Russia With Buzz Egg quivers, a small earthquake happening within. Cracks begin to appear slowly, starting within a deep swirl of mocha and cream, and almost spiraling their way out to cover the egg. Finally, the egg begins to collapse, eggshell dribbling off at an alarming rate, finally mostly dissolving to show the hidden treasure within: Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet.

Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet
Aglimmer with the subtle sparkle of magic, a delicate silvery mist swirls about this dragon's petite form, insubstantial mystery cloaking her brilliant hues and hushing them to a pale whisper. Hints of emerald and turquoise intermingle over the refined curves of her head, marbling and blending in an ethereal harmony that slips and escapes down the underside of her neck as it gradually fades to a ghostgum as elusive and unsubstantial as moonlight over the slim chamber of her underbelly. An illusion of pallid gold gleams tangled around her forehead, celestial glory exquisite but concealed with all her mysterious beauty behind the wisps of iridescence. Echoes of spring gold tip each neckridge with a fleeting shimmer of a fickle kiss, flightily catching the light with an abandon equalled by the may and grass-green vines tumbling and weaving over her wingbones. Caught in the whimsical interlacing, rose, primrose and morning glory blossoms -- all gently kissed by faintest silver stardust -- peek out from behind.
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Tierza releases Egan's hand and looks about for soemone to fill the gap. Hannah isn't there either..." Yay Egan! Enjoy her.."

Hannah is not too consumed with her new lifemate to glance up and smile a shy little smile. "Congrats" gets called out to Egan.

Coffee Heath Bar Crunch egg tumbles into another egg next to it, and shatters, revealing a blue.

Tierza says, "Ohhh!!!!!" Is all Tierza can say about this new green beauty. "Ohhh!"

Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet shimmies from muzzle to the tip of his tail, wings fluttering away from his sides as they unfurl. Dragonet parts the trio with a sidling butt of his head, plunging through with nary a glance back. Tail flickers once in the sands, sending a spray up and away before prancing away and leaving the scene of the crime.

Sorcen grins in Mari's general direction and doesn't notice Egan's Impression until everyone starts shouting his name, at which point the Harper/Candie joins in. "Alright, Egan!" A little quieter, "I would never let you fall in the sand, Mari." A hint of humor in the tone adds to the twinkle in his eye as he winks at her.

Lorsalia gives a sharp nod in Kaltia's direction, but still remains with eyes closed. "I don't wanna watch anymore." She explains out loud. "I'm scared that Larisseth lied to me." The last is whispered, afraid that the other dragons might get angry with her for saying so.

K'ven hurries back over to tap the new goldrider on the shoulder. "Um.. miss... follow me, please?"

Lib turns to beam at Beyla, nodding her head. "I know." She answers, running her hands over Alishath's hide. Nervous glances are given back to Naomi rather often, Lib anxious on her friend's behalf.

Nanoc widens his eyes, sending yet another rounds of "Woo hoo Egan!" to Egan, of course, but now /another/ green hatches? Eyes dance back to the soon-to-choose hatchlings and the shaking eggs.

Lysa smiles as she walks towards Egan, the pauses, letting him have his moment with.. Fiareth? Another Impressive greenrider. "Egan?.. I bet your charming Fiareth is hungry. Why don't you follow me, and we'll get her something to eat?"

Tstar blinks as the Buzz egg explodes. "beautiful..." She murmurs softly before releasing Tierza long enough to attempt and slap Egan on the back.

Naomi looks postively fearful. "Egan too? What is this? Some conspiracy 'gainst me?" Khaelyn's clung onto carefully, robe continually undergoing adjustments so she can breathe, and walk, and twist her neck around to stare about the sands. The green and the brown are given glances, before arm from Khae is squeezed again.

Tierza says, "lors.. she didn't lie, she only said maybe.. now stop it and be quiet!" Grrr, that girl. "Just chill out!"

Filli watches as yet another green show up. Wow greens greens and more greens not that Filli mind. Eyes turn to watch the brown what is he up to she wonders idly.

Khaelyn hops slightly until she's upright again from where her sliding sandal had been taking her. "He acts kinda' like Seif. Do you know Seif?" she inquires of Filli. "Y'know. THe herder apprentice. You might now, 'cause he's at Keroon." She squeaks at Naomi's arm-squeezing. "Ow."

Sejith is all for rubbing necks with Quarith, yessirree-bob. Eyes whirling a bright blue-green, he humms, vibrating bronze on shining gold as he watches the clutch, all enraptured.

Yla catches the glances towards Naomi that Libby is sending, and swallows harshly as she watches, nerves overriding her momentarily before she gets a headbut in the knees from Castaliath. "More food right?"

Kaltia shakes her slowly, with a grin. "She said that you could Impress, didn't she? SHe she maybe mean some other time but this?" Yeah, way to be supportive, Kal. With a roll of her eyes, she glances over her shoulder to watch the eggs again. "Do what you want, don't whine to me if ya miss something."

Merra glances at the brown dragonet; her brownriding best friend at the 'Reaches should've Impressed -that- one. They'd probably kill each other. She watches the new green then, well... enchanted.

Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet steps eagerly out onto the sands, investigating this candidate and that before moving on, finding that perfect one for her.

E'an looks up, then starts to shuffle Lysa-wards, Fiareth in tow. "Yes, yes. I am. I mean.. she is." And stuff. Need to get used to that.

Tierza is handholdless.. and steps another step onto the sands, bemused by the happenings..

Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet wanders his way in the direction of a certain wayward creature upon the sands he so enchants. A croon drifts from his throat as he skips to the side, catching one wingtip, but plunging on. What mischief is this? Nostril's blow as he takes in the sight of a candidate having but one of a needed pair? He shall help there.

The blue that jumped out of Coffee Heath Bar Crunch Egg moves quickly and decisively toward a harper and the match is made, Weyrling pair moving quickly off the sands.

Filli shakes her head at Khae, "I don't think I've got to meet Seif yet, been awhile since I've been down to Keroon." she tells the other herder as she watches the little dragonets.

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Cherry Garcia Egg heretofore quieter than a sleeping kitten, shudders with a sudden violence, the tiger within no longer constrained; an intricate latticework of cracks spiders across the shell, dividing into smaller and smaller sections until the appearance is that of fractured glass. For a single breath the egg stills, the thousand shards held together by the thinnest of membranes. With a shocking violence the mosaic shatters as a young green makes her emergence with an ear-splitting creel.

Shrieking Shrewish Green Dragonet
Dark absinthe claims dominance in a wash of intense verdancy, the single hue shading her soft hide to porcelain perfection. Forest shadows reluctantly brighten to a deep jade on expansive sails, subtle difference evident only in bright light. Textbook precision marks the proportions, androgynous flawlessness carrying neither a hint of the feminine nor masculine: head just-so on a neck that curves in exactly the right manner; the supple curve of her tail marking her a green of striking size. The snapping fire of faceted eyes gleams with a dangerous intelligence, fierce countenance utterly marred by a lopsided blob of pale jade set squarely on her snout.
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Tstar just tisks at the brown. Mischeif seems to be his bit. This coudl be a very bad thing... But who's he heading for?

Khaelyn swings around.. well, still like a drunkard, but now like a drunkard with a candidate squeezing her arm. "Nao, let go? Please?" To Filli: "Oh. You need to meet him."

Marianne laughs and playfully tickles her Harper friend's side, her eyes looking up to his face as she murmurs softly, "You had better not.. or dragon or no... I'll chase you down, darling.." She grins sweetly after the endearment, softening it with that as she teasingly laughs, her grin turning rougish, rakish. "Now watch! Look at them all inspecting us!" Marianne's merry eyes slip from her friends slowly as she watches with whimsical amusement and energy the small hatching dragonets.

Pulp Addiction Egg explodes with a splash of shells shattering the sands, leaving a tiny bronze to peer about him in shock at the shimmering black sands and the line of white beyond. With a heave of his diminutive bulk, he pushes himself to a stand and wanders over towards those white-robed thing. Just as he passes a little boy, just old enough for the sands, he trips over his own tail and ends up crooning up at the lad. F'ib, with tears in his eyes, gazes up at the crowds in the stands. "He says his name is Liarth."

Lorsalia can only tell the happenings on the sands as she hears them, but still doesn't open her eyes to watch. With Tierza's rebuke, she'll remain silent now, other than her mumbled mantra: 'pick me pick me pick me pick me'

Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet's dance-like movements have, so far, drawn him from one cluster of Candidates to another and on again, rarely a pause between steps. But now he falters, stumbles, stunned for one instant. And in that misstep, he trips forward, landing heavily at the feet of a young girl. Whirling eyes meet blue-grey ones while he sprawls before her, most intent upon Khaelyn.

Lysa laughs and grins, and becons the two, weyrling and hatchling over. "Yes. well, We have all sorts of food ready for her, so, go ahead and feed her, ok?" As soon as she sees that E'an is heading in the right direction, her eyes turn back towards the sands, eyes upon the candidates, looking for more Impressions.

Filli nodnods to Khaelyn only to turn and looks and see her impress, "Well done Khaelyn!" she cheers happily for her fellow herder.

Merra stares at the newest green, wondering if it's too late to run screaming in the general direction of her home Weyr. "Wha...? KHAE! CONGRATS!" Or yell her way home, mayhap.

Nanoc laughs and grins towards the Herder "Now aren't ya glad we pulled ya from outta that cot? And congrat!" he calls out to Khaelyn.

Urban Jumble Egg gives a shudder, the heart of the city, the bustle and the hustle inside it growing nearly too much for even this hardy shell to bear.

Kaltia catches the Impression of the herder, a broad smile sent towards Khaelyn. "Congrats!" Silencing herself, she waits for the name, even as she watches the pair of greens out of the corner of her eye.

Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet follows where others have gone before her, peering into the sea of white, seeking the one. After peering at a miner, she backs away and moves onward, forward.

Naomi does let go, now, turning her gaze from Khaelyn and beginning to step away, just as an Impression is made. "Khae! No!" But there's no stopping it now, is there? Step, sidestep, stumble... slow as can be, the girl moves across and around, reaching Merra, now. "Merra," is hissed, almost tentatively. But the newly hatched ones regain her attention soon enough...

Khaelyn, quite simply, drops, single-sandaled legs folding underneath her as she stares at the brown in front of her. "Itazurath," she murmurs, untangling herself. "Itazurath."

Tstar grins. "Congratulations Khae!!" Her eyes flicker back towards teh eggs, but she shrugs it off for now, she doesn't /think/ any of them ar too close. "Beautiful name."

Shrieking Shrewish Green Dragonet shrieks a rather loud demand for attention, shaking loose the last fragments of shell that cling to her hide. Stalking steps bring her forward, sharp gaze scanning the candidates and then dismissing over half of them, turning her back on a large part of the white-robed group.

Hannah calls out "Congrats" to another of her fellow candidates who impressed. For once her shy face is suffused with a glow that bespeaks of a great joy. She casts a glance at the weyrwoman and her dragon and the clutchfather's lifemate as well.

Tierza stands back up as her knees burn.. brushing the hot sands aways and staring at the marks left behind. She refuses to look out at the greens, she isn't sure she can take much more of this...

K'ven grumbles as he trots back over to the crowd of candidates to pick out the newest Weyrling, "If I'd known it would be this much work, I'd've never said yes." He clears his throat, waiting for girl and dragon to get to know each other before leaning forwards. "Itazurath. Lovely name. Come." Yes, he's getting more and more brief as time goes by.

Filli blinks as she is now kindly standing alone on the sand. Oh well, at the sound of a shriek she sturns to see where it's comming from and notices the Shrieking Green.

Lorsalia allows herself to open her eyes just a tad, but sees nothing but the sand beneath her feet until she looks up again and sees the newest of the greens. "Ew ew!" She shreiks, jumping towards the back. "If Lib's was ugly- this one is the worst!" Lors says, much more quietly. "Don't let her pick me." She begs.

Sorcen bounces up and down a few times in an attempt to dispose of some pent-up nervous energy. Even when he stops bouncing, he still keeps the nervous twitch in his leg; he can't help it, really. "Alright Khae!" Not very original in his congratulations, but he's not quite thinking clearly. "Is it me or are there a lot of greens?" The question isn't asked to anyone in particular, just to whoever might be listening.

Saria pauses a moment, sensing eyes upon her, and smiles encouragement to the newest goldrider. She gives her a wink, and mouths, "I'll talk to you after," to the young fair-haired woman-child.

Tstar chuckles at Sorcen. "There do seem to be this go around. Then again, for all I know this could be normal."

Merra glances at Naomi's hissed call, trying to decide if the younger woman might be safe to hide behind. She skitters over, grabbing her hand. "Okay, as long as that newest green Impresses someone, rather than eating them..."

Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet spies something ahead. A hint of red-gold teases at her vision and she moves forward to investigate, seeking that special one.

Char seems to have calmed somewhat as the initial impetus of hatching and Impression is past. She recognizes a few of the candidates Impression and calls out her congratulations to them. "Saria, you said there would be blues. Where are they?"

Hannah nods her head to show she understood and returns her attention to Dhiammarath. Lost again, she is, in those glittering eyes.

Kaltia tears her gaze aawy from the pair, glaring at the youngest candidate once more. "Be quiet already, will you? If you can't say nice things, close your eyes again." Atleast then she doesn't have to put up with the girl's comments.

Marianne grins as yet another candiate is claimed. "You know.. I've never noticed how it is that way... it is a claim on them, isn't it?" Marianne asks this almost under her breath, but audibly. And then her face shoots up as she watches Khaelyn and her dragonet with a smile, not saying a word, but her smile clear enough. With her own energy, she begins to whirl around on the sands.. up and back.. almost like a dance.

Khaelyn stands up on wobbly legs. You'd think /she/ was the one just hatched. Itazurath bounds along beside her as she goes where directed by K'ven, stunned.

T'rell offers a quick wink of encouragement in Hannah's direction as she passes by, then turns to watch the remainder of the eggs and dragonets. "Blues. Huh," is his murmured comment in indirect response to Char.

Tierza mutters and looks about, realising she is along on the sands, she steps back to join the candies left as well. "Filli?" her voice almost childlike in it's nervousness...

Naomi is rather cloudy-eyed again, herself, as she merely holds to Merra, staring at the shrieking one, but remaining purposefully calm. "Lookit," is her one-and-only comment, hand holding to her stomach now as the candidates are picked away, one-by-one...

Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet glides smoothly along the sands, carefully investigating a group of candidates with a tilted head, before moving on with a faint croon. Lost in a sea of white, she glides smoothly, the candidates parting before her as she moves, ever seeking. As something, no, someone catches her eye, she moves toward a tall redheaded girl, inspecting her with careful eyes. Finally, she makes her claim, fluttering forward to nudge at Tstar.

Saria points, insistently, to Nuadayth, and Izzady. "Char, there's a blue. See?!"

Filli offers her hand to Tie, "Look there." she says pointing to the shrieking one, "I take it she wants to be the center of attention"

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Urban Jumble Egg Urban Jumble egg shakes with the intensity of the humming around it, the heart of the crowd, the jumble, the jungle come to life. Cracks appear deep beneath the surface as tiny hairline fractures that grow, gradually, into splits, and finally burst with one immense expenditure of effort into a thousand shards, revealing the glistening body of the bronze dragonet it contained. Eyes alert, and whirling red with determination and hunger alike, he scans his surroundings immediately and purposefully from the moment he is freed from the high-walled confinement of his shell.

Fireborn Duelist Bronze Dragonet
Alcoholic shades dribble drunkenly across the bulging muscularity of a roguish bronze, a perfection of proportion but monstrously so. Rum darkens the lids that droop over space engulfing orbs, settling in the hollows of a blunt, but broad muzzle and attenuated cheekbones. Whiskey's richness blends with cider's ruddy hue along hulking sides and colossal limbs to spread across the exterior of voluminous sails. The fragile fabric twixt chardonnay spars of the inner wing fades to mead's honeyed gold. Champagne bubbles in frothy highlight along the ridged arch of his back to the very tip of his tail, slashes of chambourd a crimson hint of passion's hue upon capacious hide.
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Southern Pecan Pie Egg conducts a leasurly roll from side to side, obviously languid in its movements. Resting indolently upon a ripple of sand, it continues to wait.

Char glares at the goldrider. "I saw that one already." She huffs. "That's only /one/. Where're the rest?" She gestures emphatically at the dragonets scattered across the sands. A whole lot of... of... *gulp* greens... but only one blue."

T'rell locates the pair himself just as Saria points, and was about to say the same thing -- but doesn't. Instead, he just nods, and then his gaze is drawn to the newest hatchling dragon. "And here's another bronze," he notes.

Hannah smiles as another one of her group impresses. "Congrats!

Shrieking Shrewish Green Dragonet smugly surveys the reactions her calls wrung from the candidates, flexing her talons in the hot sand and turning her back on a smith girl cooing at her with a near-sneer. Chosing a path that brings her through a gaggle of candidates, they scatter before her as the green arrows towards a pair who are holding hands, both watching her -- as they should.

Tierza ohhh, what a bronze.. And here she can relax, she knows he can't be for her...

Tstar just freezes as something nudges her and stares at the green her eyes absolultely round. "Elbareth... her name is Elbareth" She goes down on one knee and strokes the slivery creature's eyeridges.

Nanoc manages to keep himself from squeaking too much as a bronze emerges from the tainted specks of shell, wet and dappled for all of Pern to see. Eyes try their best to focus on him, though a keen observation is held to the others as well.

Merra watches the calmer of the green move forward. "Tstar! Way to go!" she calls, eyeing the second green nervously... as it approaches them? She's looking for Nao, right?

Lorsalia watches the shrieking green, herself quiet now, with wide eyes. Too afraid to move, she stands still, hoping that she'll Impress, but only the best of the greens. Not the worst of the lot.

Sorcen calls out, "Alright Tstar!" He shakes his head after watching the bronze hatch, then catches movement from his favorite egg. His elbow lightly jabs Marianne in the ribs. "Look, it's rolling." He may sound far too excited about an egg simply rolling when a bronze just hatched, but he's a bit out of it.

Kaltia shakes her head, simply burying her face in her hands. Another Starrie. Somehow managing to get a congrats out, she bravely spreads her fingers to peek out at the dragonets.

Fireborn Duelist Bronze Dragonet raises his head, taking in his surroundings with an air of confidence, simply remaining still for a moment, knowing that the inspiration will come to him, sensing that his partner is here, somewhere.

Filli blinks softly as the green starts moving. She looks to be comming this way but that's just Filli's mind combind with the heat playing tricks on her. Eyes never leave the green, "Congrats Tstar!" she calls out

Tierza moves over to Filli.. left behind from those she was with.. maybe here is where she needs to stand?

Naomi's mind is definitely not centered around relaxation, at the moment, but she continues her steady breathing without complaint. Tstar is given a nod; and finally, a slight smile, but only after said smile is hidden away from view by her hand. Attentions are no longer on any of the dragonets, but rather, on Merra. "Can we leave yet?"

Lorsalia notices the other dragons pair off and becomes nervous again, despite the green growing nearer. She whispers to Kaltia, her voice shakey, "That noisy green. She could be pretty, huh? Maybe if she's all fixed up like? That one spot is just so light..."

Peanut Turtles Egg makes a gradual disintegration on the sands, leaving a befuddled blue to shake his head and survey the new world around him. He gives off a little squawk and leaps to his feet, immediately barrelling into a young man. "Duckth!" shouts A'fleck!

Nanoc swallows the knot in his throat as feet shuffle sideways, closer to the other candies remaining on the sands. Chuckling, he shakes his head at Noami "Aren't ya gonna wait till one pops out for ya?"

Marianne 's attention, or what was left of it, had been focused on the bronze dragonet's egg as it shatters spectaurally apart. But.. look. There is another one. Her dance comes to a halt, managing to keep that energy contained somehow, someway... And to keep her feet still. "It is.." She watches it intently, but not completely, flicking her yes from that to another interesting episode taking place in front of her friend, Naomi.

Lysa approaches Tstar slowly, a bright smile on her face. More greens! This greenrider AWLM could get dizzy trying keep up with all the green Impressions. Lysa clears her throat and smiles, then gets Tstar's attention. "If you want Elbareth will follow me, we'll get her something to eat."

Tierza says, "Lors, she is lovely as is. what you gonna do, dye her?" Grumps at the silly candie.. how can she improve on perfection? "Seriously!"

Kaltia nods slowly, tilting her head for a moment, before shrugging. "I think she's fine as is.... If she's yours you can do what you want...." Otherwise....

Filli shakes her head at Lors. "Silly." she mummbles softly to herself.

Fireborn Duelist Bronze Dragonet finally moves forward, challenging the first young man in his path. En garde! This one isn't worthy of the challenge.. he's abruptly shoved aside.

Tstar shakes herself and chuckles down at Elbareth. "Come on, lets get you somethign to eat..." She starts moving off to the side, where the other new pairs seem to have gone.

Merra shakes her head at Naomi, though the same general question is on her mind. "I was wondering about packing my stuff before I go home..." Optimistic? Of course not.

Shrieking Shrewish Green Dragonet's scornful gaze once more rakes the assembled candidates, all but one of the white-clad creatures regarded with an equal measure of contempt; her sweeping gaze returns once more to the only figure able to quench the fire of her eyes, the only one worth her attention. Calculated steps close the distance between the green and her honey-haired target: Naomi is caught in her gaze, the heat of her gaze momentarily quenched in a sea of a loving blue.

E'an just pats Fiareth. "Of course you can eat more. And more. And more. And.. well, not too much." Nuhp. "Oh! Tstar! Khaelyn! You.. Impressed!"

Tierza gasps at the dragonette move. They can play rough. Ohhh, what a day...

Southern Pecan Pie Egg seems to have roused itself from its obviously sedate posture. A shudder seems to ripple up and down the shell's surface.

Lib suddenly jumps up and screams for all she's worth. "GO NAO!" Colour instantly reaches Lib's cheeks at the outburst, but she smiles at Naomi so much it seems her face will break. Girl then settles back down with her lifemate, giving Nao and hers frequent glances.

Nanoc is starting to get second thoughts of even wanting to go near that bronze, but as he nudges closer to Naomi, she's, well, she impressed! Forgetting about the others, he chimes a "Yeeah! See! Aren't ya glad ye didn't leave?" to Naomi.

Hannah calls out, "Congrats Naomi!" though she dips her head shyly to nuzzle her own lifemate's soft skin.

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Southern Pecan Pie Egg casts a few choice flakes to the ground until a bite is taken from the pie's scrumptious shell by that which fills its inner recesses. Crust crumbles away as the hole widens, leaving syrup's rivulets to moisten the sands and a wealth of sugary browns to erupt from within. Pie is fully consumed by the dry heat and all that remains is the most important part: the sweet treat of a dragon rooted firmly in time's every moment.

Comrade-In-Arms Brown Dragonet
Petrous countenance limns the line of this aristocrat's jaw to be trimmed with the hold of an ancient amber that in itself rests in the grip of a time long past and a future yet to behold. The flecked cobblestones of his cresting ridges conjoin with the sinuous obelisk of an overly long tail to create a mosaic set into the very soul of this dragon's hardened presence. Tuscany's abraded surface trims his sails' tensile plain to be crossed with sand-scoured spars and set with the marble of ichor-darkened veins. Golden browns will forever harrow his glimmering hide, lending to thee a lodestone's riches that accompany a lithic size easily avouched by all.
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Khaye and Itazurath make their way over toward E'an and Fiareth, where she settles down and he starts eating. And eating. And eating. "E'an, you.. Impressed, too!" It is E'an, right?

Merra steps away -again- as the person next to her Impresses. "Congrats, Nao!" She seems to be a good luck charm for Impression... everyone else's, that is.

Filli cheers happily as she watches the green impress, "Way to go Naomi!" she says as her eyes turn to see what lucky male will get the bronze.

Sorcen glares reproachfully at Merra for her pessimism. "There're still eggs left on the sands. Don't start packing till they're all hatched." Giving her a nudge with his elbow, he abruptly cheers on Naomi. "Alright Naomi!" Hopefully the other Candies around him aren't sick of his repetative cheering yet.

Yla blinks up from her examination of Castaliath's hide at the yell from Lib. "Naomi? OH! NAOMI!" Castaliath turns her head, looking fairly confused at Yla's cheering. It's poetic justice that the girl get green. To Yla, anyway.

Dhiammarath rubs her own still egg-damp head against her lifemate.

Fireborn Duelist Bronze Dragonet runs forward, albeit a bit awkwardly -- his legs, though dragonet-small, are already showing signs of his future size. Fanning his wings out, he moves toward a young, dark-haired healer and stands off, face-to-face with him, sizing him up. Friend or foe?

Kaltia takes a deep breathe. "NAO!" Another Starrie turned greeny! But her hands still stay covering her face. She can see fine from the cracks between her fingers. Really.

K'ven seems to be getting the hang of this, sending an assistant he didn't know he had after A'fleck and Duckth as he, himself, heads for Naomi. He waits for the candidate.. er.. weyrling.. to name her beloved and then gestures. "You. Over there. Follow."

Marianne beams as her friend Impresses, choosing to ignore that which Sorcen reproaches, squeezing his shoulder lightly and shaking her head, "Everyone's under stress. Besides, there /are/ still eggs to come! Don't let that distract you, all right?" She offers a grin to Naomi and a whirling blown kiss, watching her with a grin on her fact that seems permanently in place over these past hours.

Hannah turns to the other new weyrlings and offers them a bright, if shy, grin. "can you believe.. it?" She asks, admireing each of their lifemates.

Filli peers to see who is left and where that bronze is head. As she gives quick glance around the sands she notices the brown and smiles softly. Well if he isn't darling.

E'an ees. "Look, Fia! Nao 'pressed!" Pause. "Um, no. You're still better than her." *cough* "Much better. Because she's.. and.. whatever. Anyhow."

Comrade-In-Arms Brown Dragonet rocks from the remains of his sundered egg, heavy tail flicking to the side to cast the rest of the larger shards to mere dust. Carefully, he rises to his feet, aged eyes gleaming with a light within and tickled with humor's carress. Hesitant steps lead him from spot where he rested for so long, to encroach upon the remains of the candidate crowd.

Char does a little dance when she realizes that another blue has hatched and Impressed. "Well, I suppose /two/ will have to do," she says grudgingly, though she counts the eggs remaining on the sands.

Nanoc isn't about to challenge this hatchling, so instead of running off, or charging, he smiles reassuringly towards him, more so for his own sanity.

Naomi stares at that little screiking lump, eyes still a bit clouded over. "Excuse me?" is the first murmur, as she takes a step forward. "Don't take that attitude with me; it's been a long day." But all at the same time, the shouts and the calls from the others -do- reach her, and she manages to bask in final comprehension. "Kaith, you and I are going to get some food." And with that, she and Kaith trudge off towards the other Impresseds.

Tierza eyes the brown, and waits.. who will he chose as lifemate?

Fireborn Duelist Bronze Dragonet approaches one of these white-robed creatures and stops a few paces away. At first he appears to challenge the young healer, still-wet wings fanned slightly, almost to the point of rushing headlong at him - but instead, he moves slowly closer, step by step, until he is face-to-face with the bright blue eyes of the strong young man who has finally captivated him - his match, his equal. His partner now for life - Nanoc.

Nanoc drops to his knees slowly, a hand reaching out to caress the soft hide of the bronze before gradually, he twists his head, grinning broadly "He says... he says his name is Bydelth!" he near squeaks in pure excitement, before ushering the little one to the side out of the way.

T'rell surveys the sands; as always, it happens so quickly. The sands are littered with more shells than eggs, dragonets rushing to find their matches from the shrinking group of Candidates. As always, the man is caught up in the power of the scene, and waits, shifting feet in the sands despite the fact that he's wearing sturdy boots to ward off the heat. Frequent glances up at Sejith indicate an ongoing conversation, and he nods in approval as he watches the latest Impression.

Filli grins as the bronze chooses Nanoc, "Way to go Nanoc!" she says bouncing softly for her fellow candidate her eyes turn to the brown.

Tierza says, "Yay Nan.. Still think it swhould have been a green!"

Merra shrugs at Sorcen's rebuttal. "I'm just being realistic, Sorc. Nanoc? Nanoc! Congrats!" She momentarily distracted as the healer Impresses the bronze, though the shrinking number of eggs isn't missed.

Kaltia grins as the bronze Impresses to Nanoc. As if there was any doubt on /that/ matter. "Congrats!" Eyes wander to the others around, then to the remaining eggs. Well, anything can happen, no>

Khaye just keeps passing more and more food on to Itazurath. "Eat a little slower, Itazurath? Yeah. That's Naomi. And Nanoc. And.. their dragons. I know." Beat. "I know you're better than they are. And you do, too." Face still wreathed in a grin, she goes on.

Lorsalia glances at Kaltia as a rush of candidates impress, tears waiting in her eyes to appear. "We're gonna be left, aren't we?" She whispers, her entire ego pricked with a pin and the air let out within seconds.

Comrade-In-Arms Brown Dragonet presses his paws to the sands, puching depressions into the tensile surface as he moves forward with his ever-sure gait. A kindly gaze is afforded to the recently impressed bronzen pair, but he continues on, granting a tear-full candidate a litling croon. But, he still does not stop.

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Extremely Caffeinated Bean Egg begins to shudder with percolating energy. The caffeinated shell, fatigued by the exuded agitation, bubbles, boils, melts, the deep and rich core ready to be revealed. Flakes grind away with the vivacious meltdown, sending brewed espresso back to where it began. The meltdown ends and a blue dragonet is left in the aftermath, pondering where he's supposed to begin.

Questioning Life Blue Dragonet
Tones of midnight, black and grey roil against the darkened void of star-studded hide. A jagged line of pink, slim and fuzzed-white, streaks a pointed muzzle, forking across one rounded cheek in vein-like fashion. A curl of sapphire-striated black twines twixt prominent headknobs, a forelock of sorts to lend a debonnaire air to rugged good looks. Cobalt noir crispations spill across the compact curve of a broad neck to pause at the stormy depths of a navy-kissed shoulder. The muscular timbre of lanky forelimbs and slender build, faint slashes of luminous violet illuminating the tumble of ebon and ash, gives way to an overdeveloped rear, rounded to propel the condensed length of a thick tail. Amidst the blackened membrane of occluded sails, a delicate tracery of gold dances in the revelation of cerulean-tipped spars, bringing out hints of white in the constant spin of fog and twilit sky.
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Kaltia lets her hands fall from her face, eyes still red from the offending sand. "Left? I don't know Lors.... Maybe. Maybe its just not our turn this time?" Try and reassure. Try.

Lysa eyes the other weyrling masters then makes her way over to the new bronze pair. She was going to get this one. "N'ano, When you're ready.. We have plenty of food for Bydelth. So, Just follow me."

Filli watches the brown waiting to see who he will go to so she can give her congrats to the new pair. She notices the blue hatch and turns her eyes to glances at it.

Sorcen leans back to get a better look at the bronze and whoever he Impressed. "Nanoc, alright!" Well, a bit of a change, anyway. He lifts a hand to wave at the new Bronzerider, only to realize he's still got a fellow Candie attatched to each side of him. Oh well. Eyes follow Comrade-In-Arms Dragonet, seemingly entranced by him after his attempted wave. He doesn't even notice the hatching of the blue as he watches the brown.

N'ano bobs his head, leading the little one on, a permanent smile attached to his face as he follows Lysa "C'mon Bydelth! Let's go get ya somethin' to eat, eh?"

Tierza moves closer to Filli, catching up her hand.. and squeezing it.. way too hard...

Merra moves over to join Kal and Lors, what little ego she had to begin with going flatter than... someone who's been sat on by a dragon. "Right... what Kal said. But..." She can't be reassuring this close to tears.

Questioning Life Blue Dragonet lies in a daze amidst the shattered remnants of his shell, peering upwards at what should be an arch of blue sky and what, beneath him, should be golden sand, instead being stone and ebon. He sighs, turning a confused expression upon his parents. Where does he go from here?

Filli grins as her hand is squeezed as she watches both brown and blue dragonet, "Who do you think they will go to?" she ask with a raised eyebrow.

Lorsalia sniffles softly, making to sit onto the sand, but remembering the heat and simply stands still, trying not to cry, especially after all she boasted that she'd get the gold and Hannah Impressing her.

Doonesbury Sorbet Egg shivers, quivers, and pops! A bronze dragonet, a bit gangly and gawky looking, with longish limbs and an odd, twangy sounding creel, lurches forward. A young harper is selected, and G'eorge falls to his knees in front of his lifemate, calling out in a voice that's in the middle of breaking, "H-he says 'is name is Dubyath!"

Sejith offers the tiny blue a steady, proud gaze in support and encouragement, a low crooning rumble resonating in his chest.

Comrade-In-Arms Brown Dragonet continues his stately progress, tail flicking from side to side with each forward step. Wings unfrul from his sides, aiding to his balance while the last vestiges of egg-goo drip from their tips. Head bobs once, the tickle of a grin encroaching along the line of his maw, and cants to the side. One turquoise-swirled eyes lands upon a candidate in particular, looking almost as though he is listening closely.

Kaltia waves the other candidate over, offering the one of the hands that she just can't bear using to cover her face again. "Don't worry... Don't worry...." Something is gonna happen. Something has to happen.

Tierza says, "filli, do we stand any chance?" At least this will make a grand finish to her journal..."

Filli shrugs softly, "I couldn't tell ya..but indeed it will make a grand finsish." she says with a beaming smile.

Marianne energy and optimism still does not fade as she watches the dragons go one by one. She's having a glorious time.. and nothing on Pern will spoil it at this moment... She raises a fist in the air for Nanoc, although, with her stature it's rather hard to tell if he can see her. Squeezing her friend's hand tightly, she grins down at her friend, who seems to be in a trance, and shakes her head. Looking over to the other three on the sands, she grins, dredging up all her training to make it a confident smile. "Courage, my friends! Courage..."

Quarith warbles lightly at all her offspring, quite unable to decide which one to watch. She pays a moment of special attention to the little gold and her new lifemate, but gazes at all of them proudly, letting out a small'ish bugle of pride, so as not to scare the remaining ones on the sands.

Questioning Life Blue Dragonet rises from a shattered past and ponders, What is the last thing he remembers? He glances behind him and then ahead at the sea of candidates, an unforgiving audience. He's forgotten the question.

Merra is too busy being morose to be scared, even should Quarith decide to make a Mer-munchie of her. She edges closer to Kaltia and Lorsalia. "I'll have 'Reaches, at any rate..." Which is not, right now, comforting in the least.

Tierza the blue.. he's beautiful... he neds a good lifemate.. And she hopes for the best for him.

Lorsalia glares at Merra before staring at the sand more, her arms crossed over her chest. This is just not right.

Creamy Vanilla Scoop Egg bursts in an explosion of eggshell, revealing a small blue. The blue then runs over to a miner lad, crooning as impression is made. R'chard calls out, "He says his name is Survivoreth!"

Filli eyes turn to look around for the brown. Where did he go, there is something about the brown that make Filli wanna make sure he gets the lifemate needs.

Questioning Life Blue Dragonet wanders in confusion, trying to recall where everything began and why, indeed, he's here in the first place. He glances back at his parents again with a sorry bugle. Why is he here again?

Comrade-In-Arms Brown Dragonet sweeps across the sands of time in this hallowed hall, his heavy tail dragging a fine furrow in his wake. His head cocks jauntily to the side as his sight is graced by one specific candidate whose inner music seems to find a kindly listener in this aged, yet jubilant dragonet. A sidling step or two brings him front and center to the black-haired young man, and but a breath later the brown is rubbing his head along the candidate's chest, ruffling Sorcen inside and out.

Hannah smiles sweetly as Dhiammarath tries to give her golden mother the proper tribute. She looks out as yet another pair impress. One hand gently caresses the top of her gold's head.

Hannah calls out, "Congrats!" to Sorcen and his new lifemate.

Filli smiles as Sorcen impress, "Congrats!" she calls happily towards the pair.

N'ano look sup just in time to see the newest impression "Hey Sorc! Way to go!"

Marianne 's attempts to keep up the spirit appear to fail..but she will not fail with her own. No, no. She will not.. The little blue dragonet is watched with alert eyes as Marianne bends over, watching with an intent Harper gaze, with love, laughter and life in it's depths... Such life... "Oh, Sorcen!" Marianne is so close to her friend as he Impressses, she can throw her arms around him quickly, before backing away to give him space, watching him with tears in her eyes unshed, but one eye always focused on the blue.

K'ven wanders over to Sorcen with the even shorter. "You. Follow. Now." He even forgets to wait for the weyrling to name his new lifemate, sweat standing out against his forehead.

Merra musters a smile for the newly-Impressed harper, releasing yet another hand. "Congratulations, Sorc," she murmurs, though he probably won't hear her. A glance goes towards her friends in the stands. Help me?

Kaltia lets her free hand go to give a not-really-too-reasuring squeeze to Lors's shoulder. "Don't worry... next time."

Questioning Life Blue Dragonet charges towards a group of white-robed candidates and stops. A young man is whuffled eagerly by the young blue and then discarded, tossed into the air. The blue pauses just long enough to see where he lands before moving to the next. It takes three such occurrences before he finally approaches the one who was always meant to be, a young Keroon messenger with feline golden-amber eyes. He croons to allay her fears, pressing his muzzle towards her as Impression is made and lifemate found in Jozelle.

Tstar looks up from feeding Elbareth and cheers as Sorc impresses.

Khaye looks up from her careful study of Itazurath's hide to call congratulatory messages to all the.. other impressees that she missed. "Congrats!" Yup. To all of them.

Jozelle falls to her knees, wrapping her arms around the blue, "His name..." A sob chokes her, then she calls out, "His name is Riyth!"

Filli watches as the blue impresses to Jozze, "Congrats!" she calls with a warm smile.

Char watches Jozelle Impress and gives up a great whoop, almost throwing the skin into the air.

Sorcen falls to his knees as the brown comes to him, and anyone watching sees the rare sight of tears in the Harper-Turned-Brownrider's eyes. He wraps his arms around the dragonet's neck. "His name is Neolyth!" he calls out, not even hearing the command to follow... whoever it was that gave him the command.

Hannah calls out "Congrats!" to a candidate who's been with her for a lot of her own candidacies.

Saria watches as the last impression is made, and smiles when Jozelle finds a match in Riyth. She looks up at Quarith and smiles, then watches the pairs move off to the sides of the sands with K'ven, Lysa, and the other assistant Weyrlingmasters.

Merra lets out a sort of half-hearted cheer for Jozelle, terribly homesick now. "Come on. Let's go," she mutters to Lorsalia and Kaltia, almost angrily brushing a tear off her cheek.

Merra walks off the sands.

Lysa skips over to Jozelle, determined to get to her before K'ven could. He was being so... gruff with them. This was a happy day! "Riyth's rider, Jozzie would you please follow me? We'll get Riyth something to eat."

Tierza walks off the sands.
Lorsalia steps off the sands.

Filli smiles happily towards her newly impressed friends. She is homesick anyhow and heads off the sands.

Kaltia nods, shaking her head slowly, trying to keep from crying there. Repeating the words she was saying over and over, she tries to breath. "Lets go."

Filli walks off the sands.
Kaltia walks off the sands.

Marianne stands on the sands, alone. For a moment, she just stands there, watching as the dragonets and their riders walk away, and doesn't move. She just stands there, looking down. And then, breathing in a deep breath, she lifts her chin, and lifts it high and proudly. Picking up the skirts of her robe, Marianne gathers herself and walks off the sands with a quiet dignity all about her.

Elle moves away from the wall, looking to the unimpressed, moving from one to another. "Shall we go back to the barracks?" she offers.

E'an scritches Fiareth. *scritch* "Um. I guess. There's food there, right? And oil?"

Sorcen strides confidently out onto the sands.

Char moves with slow, deliberate strides, a slight limp marring their fluidity, off the sands.

Yla blinks up from tracing the lines of Castaliath's face. "Barracks?" She blinks up at Elle. "Eh?"

Marianne sweeps confidently, with just the slightest hint of a whisper off the sands.

Orbit moves toward the newly impressed, beaming smile across her face, "Welcome to the weyr, weyrlings. Now, lets get you and your new lifemates off to the weyrling barracks, shall we?"