Starlit Twilight Skies Hatchling pauses before some of the candidates, a
cluster of them mashed together, but doesn't stop long. His person is not
amongst these, as is obvious with his dismissal of them. He continues to
move on, searching with all senses.

Corner of Sands (cs)
A little niche that is set away from the major part of the Hatching Sands.
This is where the newly Impressed usually group to give their lifemates
their first meal. Some filled vats are nearby and a couple assisstant
weyrlingmasters mill around the area.
Obvious exits:
WB

You head off the main part of the sands.

On the Sands> Whirlwind of Sand and Color Egg has arrived.

On the Sands> Sabryth has left.

Sabryth arrives from the hatching sands.

Sabryth has arrived.

On the Sands> Shava shifts her feet some more, wiping the sweat off her face
as she moves to try and keep her feet, and the rest of her, from overheating
in the heat of the caverns.

On the Sands> Ceristh tilts her head, whirling eyes shifting to gaze around
the sands and up into the galleries briefly before once more turning her
benign gaze upon the eggs that are slowly turning out dragonets. Jalis
stands between her dragon and T'myn, with Inuth on the other side, the smile
on her face threatening to crack the skin.

On the Sands> Valeda can't help but chuckle at Esme's reaction, all the
stony composure loosed from her visage for this single occasion. "It's a
lovely name, suits the little beauty," she comments for those nearby, then
slides her eyes over the blue as he discriminates in his selection. She must
approve, for his actions rebirth her smile. The inferno of sand won't relent
though, and during it all, she shifts.. slightly, from side to side.

On the Sands> Prysm nods her agreement with Torien, eyes drifting as his
does. "The blue? Oh, ya. Just like you." Even under the exreme heat of the
sands and pressure from the occasion, etc, etc, she's /still/ teasing. Will
he ever be quiet? Really. *grin*

On the Sands> Jovan looks about him as he hears all the congratulating "Who?
What? Esme got green? Figures." He doesn't seem overly impressed; but then,
he did spend the entire candidacy ignoring the girl who called him
birdbrained. "Is that a blue out there?" He can't quite see, but yes, it
does seem to be. And then he's back to shifting his feet "Run? We aren't
suppose to run, Lily." Is noted absently.

On the Sands> Faint fissures begin to spread outward from a single point on
the side of the Mischief Incarnate Egg, forming a weblike network of cracks
that expands gradually, silently outward, until the whole egg is covered
with a spiderweb of dark markings. Without warning, the entire thing
shudders, once, dissolving into a pile of egg shards, leaving its verdant
occupant standing gracefully in the center of the remains.

On the Sands>
                   Mysterious Dark Rainforest Hatchling
The verdant hue of a tropical rainforest in springtime cloaks this dragonet
in a leafy wrap of variegated greens, providing her with a camouflage so
complete that she could vanish into that same rainforest with no effort
whatsoever. Rich emerald green, dappled with spring green's yellow tones,
coats her hide in the intimation of light shining through new leaves and
dappling a mossy floor. The depths of green from conifer needles paint
delicate neckridges and shade haunches, deepening into near black at the tip
of her slender tail. Ferns and other underbrush compete with tall trees for
supremacy in her glassy wingsails, each color providing depth and dimension
as they chase over the translucent membranes. Apple's crispness covers her
belly and undersides, melding into fresh moss green where belly meets
flanks. The faintest touch of gold provides a kiss of golden sunshine to the
tips of her neckridges and the edges of her wings. Her form is dainty and
well proportioned, though not overly large.

On the Sands> Whirlwind of Sand and Color Egg begins to twirl around in it's
sandy hollow, just like the zephyrs that curl across it's surface. The wisps
of baby blue smoke seem less ethereal now, and more substantial, as if
gathering energy, an impending storm that looms on the distant horizon. Even
thunder seems to echo across the land, but no, that's the resident,
hammering inside, clamoring for release from it's sanctuary.

On the Sands> Yilisa actually gets herself out of her chair to bestow a
giant-sized pregnant-lady hug on Esme, and a grin for the little green.
"Welcome, Sabryth. You picked a good girl in my sister. Now feed her, Es.
There's meat over there." That done, she settles back into her chair,
beaming.

On the Sands> Alaric stills. "He's not happy with the candidates do you
think?" Alaric asks looking at the blue hatchling. Hop, shift. It certainly
is hot. His robe is already soaked a bit and pressing to him. He wipes his
hands again. "Look another green," he states pointing the obvious out as the
green emerges.

On the Sands> T'myn's gaze darts here and there, trying to take in all the
sights and Impressions going on. It's not possible of course, but he makes a
good effort.

Sabryth heads off onto the main part of the sands.

Sabryth comes back out onto the main part of the sands from the weyrling
alcove area.

Sabryth wanders off.

On the Sands> Starlit Twilight Skies Hatchling halts abruptly in his course
amongst the candidates. His neck arches, wings rustling as they dry from the
sands intense heat. A questioning warble emerges from his throat before he
rapidly begins to approach that one special candidate.

On the Sands> The Aged Granite Egg and Winged Horror Egg are rocking,
growing precariously close to each other. After a while, the smack together
with a resounding CRACK and split open. A pair of dizzy looking browns
emerge and after a cursory inspection of one another, they make their way
across the Sands to find a lifemate. They settle on two young men standing
on opposite sides of the Sands and happily make their way off to be fed.

On the Sands> Petra keeps note of the green's name, humming a soft,
"Sabryth," to herself before she nudges her Sands-partner carefully, feet
shuffling about in the heat. "Is that blue coming this way?" she inquires.
"Nono, that way ... maybe just a little this way? Ooh, and, look, another
green!"

On the Sands> Jhylor crinkles up his nose, grimacing faintly at Lilyithe,
"Yeah, that's what you think.." He mutters underbreathe, before craning his
head above the candidates near him. Esme? Sabryth? He doesn't even seem to
notice that at all.

On the Sands> Astaris sees another flash of dark emerald in the corner of
her vision and she tries her best to view the blue and the newest green
equally, but the green finally grabs her attention. She ohs softly, leaning
away from Alaric a bit to see better.

On the Sands> Shava shifts her feet constantly, hands twisting in strands of
her hair as she eyes the blue and the newly hatched green.
 

On the Sands> Torien shrugs a bit at Prysm's words watching the blue for a
few momemts more before his eyes drift towards the new green. "Lots of
green," he murmurs.

On the Sands> Lilyithe acks at her short memory and smiles in Esme's
direction, "Congrats you two!" she calls then quiets her voice to speek to
Jovan, "Yes, yes of course. Not run, I'll let you go if you have to move.
Okay?" She glares at Jhylor but as he's not looking she quits and and peers
back at the eggs.

On the Sands> M'kal tugs at the fabric of his lightweight tunic, fanning
some air under the sticky-becoming garment, as he returns to the main sands,
a grin still plastered across his face. Round and round the cycles go, both
teams of weyrlingstaff working overtime to keep track of everything and
everyone.

On the Sands> Starlit Twilight Skies Hatchling pauses at the feet of a white
robed candidate questioningly and for a moment it seems that Impression has
been made. However, that boy's sigh of disappointment is audible as the
dragon moves onwards and presses eagerly against the leg of the nearest girl
when he gazes up into Sarnah's face as true Impression links dragon to new
rider.

On the Sands> Mysterious Dark Rainforest Hatchling wrestles herself free
from shell. Freed from clutter, wings are able to stretch at her sides.
Delicate head is swiveled on neck's length, as quickly whirring gaze seeks
out the /one/. Only then, do the legs begin to work.

On the Sands> Prysm begins to shift her feet, remembering the burning
sensation assaulting her feet. She leans against Torien, just in time to
catch Sarnah's impression. And that blue almost chose Petric, too! Smart
little guy. "Sarnah!" She breahtes.

On the Sands> Astaris ahs softly as she gazes at the green, completely
missing Sarnah's impression. She pulls her hand out of Alaric's for to rub
it on her tunic and then his takes it up again, feet still moving, still
caked with sticky dried juice and hot clinging grains of golden sand.

On the Sands> Shava pants just a little as her feet keep her moving and she
starts to fluf her robe against her chest, tyring to get some air moving to
cool her off, a vain attemt, but it helps a little.

On the Sands> Valeda grows still again, defying the heat's command to keep
her feet in constant motion. Two hatchlings are near enough to study each
play of hue and light over draconic form. The blue approaches the woman next
to her.. and her features shift into approval as she turns to watch that
most precious of moments. "Oh, congratulations," is only whispered, as she
backs a pace, giving Sarnah and her lifemate room.

On the Sands> Alaric grins as the blue chooses Sarnah. "He's got his mate,"
he says to Valeda. Around Valeda he asks, "What's his name Sarnah?"

On the Sands> Jovan hears the shouts again, and looks up. Seems impressions
are happening all around the place. He nods with satisfaction. None of those
dragons are after him, and that's the important thing. "Look..two browns,
that blue...and htere's another green." He shifts his hand in Lilyithe's the
contant of skin to skin already sweaty, and uses his other hand to tug at
his robe, sticking to his body despite it's thinness, his legs pistoning in
constant motion up and down on the sand to give his burning feet some
relief.

On the Sands> Yilisa's day has just been made, utterly, totally, and
completely. Nothing at all could make her unhappy now. She sits in her
chair, beaming hugely at everyone, and making sure new dragonpairs get food,
oil, and assistance if they need it. "Sarnah!" she cheers happily. "What's
his name?"

On the Sands> Sarnah nearly chokes back on a sob, dropping to her knees
despite the heat. Hands, though, lift to gently stroke the blue's maw. "Oh
Qianth!" Is her hushed reply, head tilting to peer up at him. "Hungry?" She
blinks slowly, "Of course, my love.."

On the Sands> Torien smiles again. "Sarnah..and Qianth," he grins. "Didn't
figure her for a blue," he adds, though he shrugs. The dragons know better.

On the Sands> Impression, Impression, weyrling and dragon... Assistant
Weyrlingmaster Rita steps over to Sarnah and the blue and escorts them to
the cooler corner for food and oil.

On the Sands> Astaris hears the exclamations of congratulations from nearby
and her gaze is pulled back towards the blue...and his new lifemate, "Ooh,
congratulations, Sarnah." She gazes at the pair with eyes quiet and
thoughtful.

On the Sands> Whirlwind of Sand and Color Egg dances, the tempo increasing,
it's denizen trying to waltz clear of this hindering shell, this dastardly
piece of fabric that remains between it and the outside world. Unruly, yes,
like the cerise creature that's been frozen in time across it's carapace,
but not for longer, no. Sand curls up and around, enveloping it within
darkness, but then a spinner's line trickles down from the apex, and the
cracking becomes more intense.

On the Sands> Lilyithe looks around her and spying Sarnah grins, "Sarnah!
Yeah!" As another green appears she grins and nods at the lots of greens
comment heard behind her, she tries to keep an eye on every dragonet but is
unsuccessful. She shifts her feet around in the sand, wishing it wasn't so
hot.

On the Sands> A lone egg, the Lurker in the Shadows Egg, wobbles daintily
off in its corner. Its occupant seems perfectly content to take its time
making an entrance to the world. The sleepy looking brown that emerges takes
his time finding a lifemate as well, inspecting each candidate carefully
before choosing a teenage miner apprentice.

On the Sands> Sun's Guardian Egg has arrived.

On the Sands> Qianth eagerly follows Sarnah wherever she goes. He offers her
a croon, still keeping close to her leg.

On the Sands> Sarnah has left.

Sarnah arrives from the hatching sands.
Sarnah has arrived.

On the Sands> Jalis breathes in sharply, excitement filling her lungs as she
turns and murmurs something soft to T'myn, her empty hand reaching across to
touch his chest.

On the Sands> Qianth has left.

Qianth arrives from the hatching sands.
Qianth has arrived.

On the Sands> M'kal has left.

M'kal arrives from the hatching sands.
M'kal has arrived.

On the Sands> Mysterious Dark Rainforest Hatchling turns once toward a far
section of candidates. Their robes wave at her beckoningly. With the rhythm
borrowed from dancing heat-touched potentials, she feels the pull of the
/one/. With newness gait, she streaks awkwardly toward a certain one.

On the Sands> Shava watches the eggs and the green, shifting constantly as
her feet suffer the heat of the sands.

Qianth heads off onto the main part of the sands.
Qianth has left.

Sarnah watches Qianth wander off.

On the Sands> Astaris lets out a whoop of joy as one of her friends from the
minecraft impresses and she sighs happily, hugging Alaric spontaneouly
before looking back at the green with the beautiful dark green hide.

M'kal helps escort yet another weyrling into the corner and beams reassuring
smiles at the weyrlings already gathered. "We have plenty of food," he says
with a grin, "So don't stint them -- but don't let them overeat, either."

On the Sands> A myriad of small cracks that have been forming upon the shell
of the Whirlwind of Sand and Color Egg finally weaken it to the breaking
point. It explodes in a shower of shards, revealing a large green hatchling
on the sands.

On the Sands>
                       Desert Oasis Mirage Hatchling
A dainty dragon's head cants upward slightly, body poised in elegant
display, bequeathing her the appearance of a regal Lady Holder. Her hide is
composed of vibrant shades of lustrous green, lit from within by a radiant,
life-giving glow. The sheen of her velvety hide shimmers like a mirage
wavering from a sun seared desert ground to a heat flooded sky with a
rippling grove of ethereal palm trees between. Her head and neck are
sheathed in the bright hues of springtime leaves emerging from the earth.
The color blends into deep-forested shadows as it trails like plumed fronds
over her back and tail. Graceful wing membranes are barely opaque and
perfectly formed, traced with whorls of olive. Large for a newly hatched
green, her bone formation is delicate, lending her a feminine fragility
despite her size.

On the Sands> T'myn leans toward Jalis as she murmurs to him.

Esme grins broadly and nods stroking Sabryth's eyeridges gently. She nods
eagerly, still silent. Amazing! can such a thing last?

On the Sands> Tumbling over and over in the sands, the Labyrinthine Legend
Egg seems to have its hatchling struggling to get free, away from the
confines of the egg. A delicate pale blue foot breaks through first, quickly
followed by the rest of his effeminately proportioned body as the hatchling
tries to wriggle away from his egg shards, landing flat on her nose in front
of a small group of boys. The blue looks square up at Sirassa. "Prirawyth!"
she calls and the pair are helped off the Sands.

On the Sands> Sun's Guardian Egg moves. A slow rock ripples along the entire
surface of the egg, moving it ponderously in a lateral fashion. Having
exerted that much effort, it stops for what seems an eternity, before
repeating the slow rocking motion. As time goes on, the rocking speeds up,
though it always remains steady and rhythmical.

On the Sands> Alaric is overwhelmed by the heat and a woman hugs him. If he
wasn't hot before, he's doubly so now and he shifts his attention back to
the hatchlings. "Two greens," he murmurs. "Wonder who they will go to." Alot
of wondering.

On the Sands> Torien laughs. "Prysm, look, another green!" He knows they're
supposed to be the most numerous, but he's still rather surprised. "Where do
you think that one will go?"

On the Sands> Shava watches the two greens carefully, eyes wide as the other
eggs start to move as well, her feet moving in a never ceasing rythmn.

On the Sands> Petra doesn't seem /all/ that worried about the heat, her eyes
wide and curious as she peers about the Sands and speaks, conversationally,
to Candidates near her. "I wonder where that green's going ... that way ...
she's quite nice." Point-point. "And there's another one!"

On the Sands> Valeda's brow lifts at the plethora of impressions and the
wandering hatchlings. Curiosity alights in the depths of her gaze, face
exhibiting the same as she ponders just how such choices are made. They seem
so random. She squeezes Alaric's hand, then looses it only to rub a palm
against the side of her leg, eyes of moss drinking the form of the newest
green to crack her egg.

On the Sands> Prysm quietly nibbles on her underlip, chin set with
determination, blue eyes flashing. Enough with all this nonsense. "Where's
/my/ dragon?" She half whines to Torien, saying aloud what most of the
candidates still left on the Sands must be thinking. "Another? Yes. There's
lots of greens. I see that."

On the Sands> Jovan sighs as yet another egg hatches, and another hatchling
finds a lifemate. This is getting repetitious "Doesn't anything exciting
happen at these things?" he wonders. One, of course, would think that the
impressions themselves would be exciting enough. Feet march, and Jovan gazes
over the sands, catching sight of "Look. Another green. Lots of greens in
this batch, isn't there?" Echoing Prysm's words, though he isn't aware of
it.

On the Sands> Jhylor has been here, studiously watching the eggs and
silently taking in the impressions. Nothing seems to catch his attention
enough to voice a comment, though, for a flickering moment, an eyebrow is
arched across Lilyithe to Jovan.

On the Sands> Ceristh snuffles softly at the newly hatched dragon who hasn't
found a mate yet and looks well pleased with its form. She wuffles
approvingly before turning her head and nuzzling Inuth, as if to tell him
'job well done'.

On the Sands> Lilyithe oohs as yet another green emerges, "Look, another
green!" She hears Jovan's lots of green comments and smiles, "Yep! Thats
good, I mean I don't mind at all...." She chuckles, why not be happy? As
another impression is made she grins at the two around her.

On the Sands> Inuth croons affectionately at Ceristh. He looks quite proud
of himself and proud of Ceristh as well.

On the Sands> Astaris ahs softly as another green hatches, and she's finding
it harder and harder to follow the new hatchlings as they spill onto the
sands. She just picks the closest dragonet and watches it with a soft smile
and a sigh.

On the Sands> Mysterious Dark Rainforest Hatchling makes a little warbling
bugle. It rises then silences as she feels the surging of rightness. The
wetness of wing begins to dry, showing more of her luminesce. Sisal softness
exudes even in dainty turn of head as she finds focus with the maddening
whir of gaze.

On the Sands> Alaric wipes his hands again. He watches the greens with a
quirky smile on his lips. They are lovely but then so are the two women who
insist on holding his hands in the heat.

On the Sands> Shava watches the greens, chewing on her lower lip a bit as
she shifts from foot to foot.

On the Sands> Desert Oasis Mirage Hatchling stretches languidly, a delicate
creature, if a little ungainly right now. She is, though, of the finest
ichor, a rare jewel amongst others, and doesn't she know it! Wings are
extended, and shifted just so to capture the light that remains, and oh
look, there's a sunbeam, just for her! She steps into it, and warbles a
little. Swaying, like a tree caught in a gentle breath of wind, she glances
around, the gnawing pain in her stomach starting to predominant even her
vain desires.

On the Sands> Sun's Guardian Egg begins to rock faster, and faster, though
never frenetically. The sounds of the egg's occupant battering at the tough
shell are audible even over some of the creels of hatchling dragons
surrounding it. A faint web of cracks begins to appear on the shell.

On the Sands> Torien glances at the dark-haired girl besides him.
"Just..wait, Prysm," he assures her, smiling slightly. Then his eyes are
back on the dragonets, watch to see where they'll stumble and who they'll
stumble into.

On the Sands> An intricate patterning of cracks mars the surface of the
Whisper on the Wind Egg, sending up a spray of sand as the egg corkscrews a
little lower before shattering to reveal a deep brown hatchling, more
interested in examining the sand in exquisite detail before looking at
anything else. A bugle from his dam gives the little blue a nudge towards
the white robed candidates, sending him into the arms of Zirade from Nabol.
Z'ade laughs, looping an arm around his new lifemate, "I'll support you,
Ilianoth."

On the Sands> Astaris gazes longingly at the dark emerald hatchling and
sighs softly. She looks down the row of candidates, as if trying to
anticipate her choice.

M'kal heads off onto the main part of the sands.
M'kal has left.

On the Sands> M'kal has arrived.

On the Sands> Prysm sends Torien an affectionate grimace before leaning
forward onto her toes, trying to see better.

On the Sands> Petra hops lightly from one sandal'd foot to the other,
klah-brown eyes still watching the two greens. "Which way d'you think
they're going? This way? Looks like it ... oh, wait ... no, that one isn't.
But what about that one?" The less-anxious Candidate holding Petra's hand
just blinks and shrugs.

On the Sands> Valeda can't keep up now, her attention darts from creeling
hatchlings to new-made impressions and the disappearing forms of the
lifemates being led off the sands. Though by now her lips have reassumed
their level line, there is a glow upon her cheeks and a lightness in the
manner of her stance that marks the depth of her emotion. With a glance to
Alaric, she keeps her hands at her sides, refocusing on emerald and blue and
brown draconic forms.

On the Sands> Shava keeps chewing on her lip as she waits to see where the
two greens are headed, her feet nearly jerking off the sands with each step
now as the heat penetrates through her sandals more and more quickly it
seems as time goes by.

On the Sands> Jhylor manages to work his hand free from Lilyithe. Offering
her a quick wink, should she be watching, as his hand brushes against her
shoulder, before being lopped onto his makeshift belt. Tipping his chin
upwards, he shifts to his other side, murmuring something quietly to
himself, as usual.

On the Sands> Alaric watches the hatchlings with excitement fair to
bursting. "There are so many of them right now," he says to Valeda and
Astaris. "How do you keep an eye on them?"

On the Sands> Mysterious Dark Rainforest Hatchling prances across the
blazingly hot sands, to stop in front of a girl with white-blond hair and
crystal blue eyes. A sweet croon issues from her throat, and her eyes change
from blue to green as she looks adoringly up at Lilyithe.

On the Sands> Desert Oasis Mirage Hatchling considers her move. Over there?
Or over there? Where would they appreciate her best? She snorts, more to
herself than anyone, and takes a step, just one mind, from her 'ray of
light' towards these pink-robed, pinky things. At least they won't clash
with her hide, and that's oh so important. Just got to keep up appearances
you know. Ignore the egg goo, won't talk about the way her wing just won't
stretch out right - too long curled in that shell - and perhaps it's just
safer to concentrate on her hide coloring, that won't change much. Head
shifts high, proud, and regal.

On the Sands> Lilyithe looks from one green to the other, then back to the
eggs. Her grin widens as she see's one of her favorite eggs starts to crack,
wonder what color it'll be. As more impressions are noticed she chuckles but
ceases as the heat present below gets to her, as a hand dissapears from her
grasp she looks up at Jhylor. As she looks up again she spies the green,
"Oh! Nariath, her name is Nariath!" She looks affectionetly at the green and
lets her hand drop from Jovans, lets go.

On the Sands> Just in time for Jhylor it seems. He takes a few steps off to
the side, gaze warmly - but still wary - settling on the green hatchling in
front of her.

On the Sands> Sun's Guardian Egg ceases its rhythmical rocking, becoming
strangely silent for what seems to be an interminably long period of time.
Just when it looks as though the egg will move no longer, it begins
shuddering, pounded from within by some inexorable force. Bits of shell
begin to flake free. Abruptly, the entire egg dissolves, leaving its
occupant standing in the midst of the remains, gazing regally about himself.

On the Sands> Jovan is stunned into silence and stillness, his hand dropping
away immediately as the green comes towards him and his little group,
backing away suddenly as....whew. "Lilyithe. A green. Imagine that." Or,
perhaps not. It seems entirely apt, to him. Eyes flick up, and then over to
Jhylor, then back to the girl, who probably doesn't even realize he exists
anymore "Congrats.." is murmured, before he goes back to moving his aching
feet.

On the Sands>
                      Fire-Limned Woodland Hatchling
Slanted sunlight filtering through autumn-browned leaves dapples the hide of
this dragonet in fluid ripples of richest golden honey, lending the
impression that he stands amid the full, lividly hued glory of an aspen
forest in late fall. Sunlit ridges deepen into the coppery sheen of koa
wood, limned with tongues of glimmering fire around his haunches and along
his neck - flickering tendrils of braided orange and ochre reminiscent of
every mottled shade of waning autumnal foliage. Flames of molten copper lick
over hind legs and stomach in long ribbons of white-hot illumination,
peeling away the bronze shell to reveal an underbelly of aged oak,
intricately detailed by the skill of a Master's hand. The very pinnacle of a
late-summer dreamscape are his wingsails, carved from the finest sheets of
translucent amber, shored and supported by spars of deepest goldenrod,
sprinkled with the lightest touch of glittering gold as fairy dust that
trickles languidly along the elaborate detail of his majestic wingbones.
Faint tinges of bronze, muting itself slowly into the green of age's patina,
weathered by time and deepened by whispers of clinging lichen, tips the
impressive arch of his talons, an edging of verdigris sharpening the glimmer
of their curves.

On the Sands> M'kal moves over to help Lilyithe as others step forward to
help the other weyrlings. "C'mon," he says with a grin as he regards the
two. "Let's go get some food for her," he adds as he gestures towards the
corner of the sands and Yilisa.

On the Sands> The Spheres of Brilliance Egg shatters into thousands of
little pieces, without warning, without any sort of hint that a green
hatchling was going to come out of it. She pauses to try and rearrange her
wings, not entirely certain on where they should be going right yet and
finally giving up to go in search of her lifemate. After a couple false
starts and almost mistaken nudges, she eventually settles on a prim young
lad, Nortan, soon N'tan, from Igen. He smiles broadly, "You are just
perfect, Pellidith."

On the Sands> Torien smiles. "Look..a bit more variety," he grins, pointing
to the newest hatchling. "See that coppery one, right there?"

On the Sands> Valeda chuckles quietly to herself, amused more than anything
else, by the latest green hatchling. With armed crosses she aims a nod
toward Lilyithe, probably unseen as accompanying words of congratulations
will also be lost. It's the thought that counts. Then, as ever, it is the
hatchlings that own her rather prodigous focus, shared between prideful
emerald and new-hatched umber.

On the Sands> Shava smiles a bit as the dark emerald green looks to Lilyithe
and she turns her head to gasp at the bronze for a moment, he's awe
inspiring. But he's not meant for her and she goes back to looking at the
green that has yet to choose.

On the Sands> Yilisa grins up from her chair as M'kal escorts Lilyithe and
her Nariath over toward her. "Congratulations, Lilyithe. She's lovely."

On the Sands> M'kal has left.

M'kal arrives from the hatching sands.
M'kal has arrived.

On the Sands> Astaris grins over at Alaric, "I can't...I just watch what I
can...oh, Lily!" She hops from foot to foot and watches her friend Impress
with a clearly shocked expression. She sighs and puts on sand caked foot
against her opposite calf and goes to watching the vain little grin with a
sudden smirk, "Look...Jovan's dragon counterpart."

On the Sands> Lilyithe nods and makes her way to the indicated place, "Okay,
she says she's very hungry..THanks!" She smiles at Yilisa and back down at
Nariath.

On the Sands> Alaric blinks. "A bronze," he whispers, his eyes widening and
watching the hatchling. He keeps an eye on the impressions made and smiles
at Lilyithe's impression. At Astaris's words he grins.

On the Sands> Lilyithe has left.

Lilyithe arrives from the hatching sands.
Lilyithe has arrived.

On the Sands> Smoke of Illusion Egg has arrived.

On the Sands> Prysm has apparently spaced out, missing Lilyithe's impression
as she's distracted by another. "Copper...? Is that bronze or brown?" The
girl wonders. Torien ought to know. He's weyrbred, after all.

On the Sands> Jovan is still watching Liliyithe and her...Nariath?, seeming
riveted to the two forms moving away from him and leaving him with ...Jhylor
"Well...I'm /not/ holding your hand" he states right off to fellow
candidate, shifting his feet once again "Shells..how many more eggs are
there?" he wonders, spotting the bronze finally, but not really any more
impressed than he was by the others. "Never thought poor Lilyithe would get
taken." Such a shame. She seemed a good sort.

On the Sands> Jalis looks over curiously and remarks, "Lilyithe has
Impressed, T'myn, and to a green. I caught the name of Nariath. Very pretty
name for the green."

On the Sands> Nariath has left.

Nariath arrives from the hatching sands.
Nariath has arrived.

On the Sands> Fire-Limned Woodland Hatchling looks about himself for a long
moment, before giving himself a convulsive shudder from nosetip to tailtip,
shaking the last few bits of eggshell from his hide. One step is taken, then
another, each step being accompanied by a shake of the paw to release egg
fragments from it. A few more steps and he is free of the egg completely--at
which point he stops again, to watch.

On the Sands> T'myn nods to Jalis as he peers toward Lilyithe. "It is a
lovely name," he agrees. "This is quite a good bunch of hatchlings."

On the Sands> Torien just grins. "Bronze. See how his hide gleams," he
points out to Prysm. "Don't worry, sometimes it's hard to tell when they're
little."

M'kal waits for Nariath to catch up and then leads Lilyithe over to the
nearest available food bin. "Here you are. If she complains of itchyness,
there's oil, too."

On the Sands> Astaris smiles softly towards the green, flashing a wink and a
grin at Jovan before her eyes search out that bronze that's being discussed,
"Ah...he's gorgeous."

On the Sands> Jhylor would feel dreadfully put off by Jovan, if he were not
so trained on the eggs and hatchlings at this point. "Huh?" He slowly blinks
at the dancing one beside him, "Nah, I'd never ask y' t' do such a think. It
would be... inhumane to hold yours." A faint grimace, and then a shake of
her head, "What's wrong with Lily bein' taken?"

On the Sands> At last it seems as if the Flames from the Fire Egg has
decided to hatch. It rocks furiously, sides bulging as if the fire were
truly burning. Flecks of shell peal off like sparks thrust into the air,
each one diminishing the whole. Finally, born from out of the fiery egg
comes a queen hatchling the dried wheat gold color of intense heat. She
seems to know exactly what she wants as she marches imperiously across the
sands and gazes with whirling eyes into Gytha's face. Gytha, well known for
her own passionate nature, gasps out, "I never knew it would be like this
Phoenith!"

On the Sands> Desert Oasis Mirage Hatchling shifts into the shadow, giving
her sunbeam a parting croon - we'll be back! Her stomach gnawing is becoming
impossible to ignore, so she'd just better hurry up and find someone who
will appreciate her fine points - all of them, even the less desirable,
well, we won't go into those. Eyes, whirling now with orange tinted red,
pass over the candidates, and she starts off in her major exploration,
trekking into unknown territory. Then movement catches her eye - a hop, hop,
sands dance that ends with her foot against her other calf and then a smirk
- hey, that was to me! She waddles over, barely missing tripping over her
tail, that should be behind her like any proper train a lady might wear,
towards this person that's talking about her. Hrm. Maybe, maybe.

On the Sands> Shava watches the green and bronze, "She's got to choose
Somebody. I bet she's starving." she says to a candidate beside her as she
eyes the green that just seems to be sitting and waiting.

Nariath heads off onto the main part of the sands.
Nariath has left.

Lilyithe watches Nariath wander off.

On the Sands> Smoke of Illusion Egg twitches and there's a scrabbling sound
inside the shell, as if taloned feet scrape against the thin shell wall. The
egg goes from twitching to actively rocking, rolling back and forth in its
secure hollow. All the movement amounts to naught, however, and the eggs
stays locked in place, shell still perfect and unmarred.

On the Sands> The anxious wanderings of the Desert Oasis Mirage Hatchling
come to an end as she stops before a young woman and gazes soulfully up at
her. A small croon is heard, an attempt to get Astaris' attention.

On the Sands> Prysm grins impishly, chin lifting. Bronze. "I knew that." Of
course she did. Bleah.

On the Sands> Jovan just shrugs off Jhylor's insults....after all, turn
about is fair game. "Look at that. Disgusting. Covered with egg bits and
goo....yuck." His fastidious nature is definitely offended, yup. Head turns
as he overhears Shava's words. "I'm starving, nevermind the hatchlings." He
didn't get dinner, see. And then Astaris is taken. "Look. There's another
one." Tsk. Dropping like flies, they are.

On the Sands> Jalis's mouth gapes open as Ceristh trumpets the newest
queen's Impression. "Gytha?" She says incredelously, "A green, I thought
but.. the gold?" She looks amazed, and then calculating, "Perhaps the girl
has some untold resources." She eyes Gytha musingly.

On the Sands> Alaric lets go of Astaris's hand as the green hatchling comes
to stand before her. He grins broadly as the green tries to peel the girl's
attention to her.

On the Sands> Valeda gives the latest hatchling his due, taking some time to
admire the flame-touched markings that slither along his form. "That one'll
take some time, I bet. Has to find someone.." And there she stops, surprised
pleasure overwhelming her composed nature. "Astaris! Congratulations." Her
eyes flash from the woman to Alaric, and then back again, and she reaches
out now for his hand again.

On the Sands> T'myn darts his gaze toward Gytha, his eyes curious as he nods
to Jalis. "I suppose the little one knows what she's doing."

On the Sands> Torien calls out again. "Congratulations, Astaris!" Seems the
minecraft just lost another one. He gives Prysm a reassuring smile before
his attention wanders again.

On the Sands> Yilisa is also watching Gytha's Impression of the gold with no
little surprise from her seat, ensconced in that chair. "Well, I'll be," she
muses softly. "Dragon's never wrong, though...and well done, Astaris!" she
cheers out. "What's her name?"

On the Sands> Jalis turns her head now to Astaris, looking pleased to see
that the young woman has Impressed.

On the Sands> Astaris is caught up in the Queen's impression suddenly, until
something else causes her to stumble towards the ladylike green watching
her. She drops to her knees and throws her arms around the beautiful green
hide, "Oh, Imanath. I'll always need you. Hungry? Oh, that's terrible..."
She looks distressed, "She's hungry!"

On the Sands> Imanath rumbles at the person, *her* person, and nudges her.
Hungryhungry. Really hungry. FOOD? Her insistency is obviously going to stop
at nothing, including trying to nudge her new mate in the right direction.

On the Sands> Fire-Limned Woodland Hatchling spends an almost interminable
moment standing there, motionless as any finely-cast bronze statue,
surveying those around him. He takes two steps towards a knot of trembling,
white-robed figures, each movement becoming more sure as he adjusts to being
out of the egg, and surveys the boys thoughtfully before moving on, around
the circle, his slow perambulations carrying him regally past Candidate
after Candidate.

On the Sands> Shava chuckles a bit as she sees the green choose Astaris,
then her eyes drift to see what comes from the next rocking egg, though her
eyes swerve across the bronze to make sure she's not in his way.

On the Sands> Astaris has left.

Astaris arrives from the hatching sands.
Astaris has arrived.

On the Sands> Torien shakes his head at the bronze. "Look at 'em. Always so
stuck up," he notes with a wry grin. "Bet he's going for Jovan or that shy
kid...what's his name?"

On the Sands> Playful in the Water Egg has arrived.

On the Sands> Smoke of Illusion Egg throws more energy into the act of
hatching, the shell rocking back and forth with new gusto, cracks appearing
in the smooth surface. It remains merely cracks however, the egg shell
tougher than usual perhaps. There's more scrabbing noises and then all
stills... resting and regathering strength.

On the Sands> Jhylor doesn't seem all that interested in making any sort of
attempt at commenting on anything Jovan - or anyone else for that matter -
says. Instead, sapphire eyes are locked, watching the bronze's every
movement.

On the Sands> Petra unlatches from the Candidate beside her to brush black
bangs away from her face, immediately re-clinging once that task is done.
"Ooh, there's a bronze. And what's that hatchling doing?" She quickly calls
congratulations over to the latest Impressees.

On the Sands> Imanath has left.

Imanath arrives from the hatching sands.
Imanath has arrived.

On the Sands> *THUMP* *BANG* *CRACK* *THUMP* *CRASH* There's a frustrated
snarl and then Smoke of Illusion Egg suddenly fragments in a shower of
shards. The hatchling inside gets to his feet and directs a burning look at
what remains of his cell walls and then turns to survey the assemblege, eyes
whirling rapidly with hunger and yearning.

On the Sands> Jovan isn't trembling, unless it's with hunger or the pain of
his feet, still being lifted one after the other from the sand, although
with less enthusiasm and more of a limp than a dance to the step. He isn't
watching the bronze anymore either, deciding that a gooey dragon wasn't as
interesting as attempting to see if that blister forming on his left heel
has popped yet. Nope, it hasn't. Sharding thing hurts like anything, though.

On the Sands>
                 Dusk's Mist Shrouded Mountains Hatchling
As the setting sun slides beyond ice capped mountain peaks, impenetrable fog
forms in the lowlands and writhes thickly around shadowed conifer trees.
Twilight's dusky, navy blue haze enshrouds his form with a matte surface
swallowing up light, tempered and given depth by a murky evening mist
illuminated faintly by silvery moonlight and melding into the darker hue,
without sparkle or definable pattern. Soft planes and rounded edges lend a
certain sensual lushness to his conformation. Yet the underlying masculinity
can not be denied, for he's a very masculine dragon with a mien that would
be called brooding on a human, a sleek dragon displaying infinite dignified
grace and a promise of glory to come.

Imanath follows in her girl and sniffs. Mmmm. Meat. Somewhere.
On the Sands> Alaric holds Valeda's hand. His other hand is tucked away
where no other woman can grab it. "That one's working at it," he nods
pointing to the egg. When it shatters he grins at the fierceness the blue
hatchling exerts to get out into the world.

Astaris stumbles to the corner of the sands, Imanath in tow, "She's hungry!"

On the Sands> Shava ooohs as the blue hatches and she tilts her head to the
side, "He's Wonderful." she says, eyeing the blue with bright interest
showing in her eyes as she hops from foot to foot.

On the Sands> Prysm chuckles quietly, withdrawing into herself. "Petric?"
She offers Torien.

On the Sands> Valeda manages, somehow, to catch a hint of distant
conversation. It gives her pause, and she adds to it, leaning closer to
Alaric and using that change of position to sift a bit of sand and heat from
off one sandalled foot. "My marks for the bronze would go to.." but she
doesn't finish, just nudges her chin toward her chosen candidate with a
subtle smile. Scattering shells, and the man's words, draw her eyes toward
the new blue fellow.

On the Sands> Torien looks over the latest hatchling, and shakes his head.
"That's an odd looking blue...No, not Petric," he turns, grinning at her.
"Doesn't matter."

On the Sands> Playful in the Water Egg shudders where it lays in the sands,
the shell vibrating with an internal impact against its walls. A shower of
shell flies outwards, but the tough membrane holds the entire egg together,
no part of a dragon falling out just yet.

On the Sands> Fire-Limned Woodland Hatchling has been surveying every
candidate slowly, surely, apparently not wanting to make a hasty decision.
After ages and ages of careful scrutiny, he pauses, upon seeing a pair of
young men off to one side of the semicircle. A questioning croon comes from
his throat, and he takes one...two...three steps toward the duo, scanning
first one, then the other in turn...

On the Sands> Dusk's Mist Shrouded Mountains Hatchling scans each knot of
candidates in turn, seeking... searching... hunting... and not finding the
object of his quest. He creels with angry misery, giving the impression of a
tired little boy who wants nothing more than to go home and be reassured --
on his own terms.

On the Sands> Settled together into a cozy dip in the sand, Creatures of the
Night Egg and Terrifying Guardian Egg start shivering together, until a pair
of green heads peep out from the little sand pit. One is as pale a green as
ever was seen, hardly a wisp amidst the confusion, the other is as deep a
green as is possible, the colour of the deepest Istan jungles, secluded from
all sunlight. The pale green hatchling turns her loving gaze up to a slight
girl from Ruatha, the dark one demanding the attention of a pretty young
lass with tight brown curls.

On the Sands> Fire-Limned Woodland Hatchling comes to a complete halt in
front of his chosen companion, fanning his amber-gilt wings to their fullest
extent, before looking up into a pair of cobalt eyes crowned by sooty hair,
adoring shades of blue and green dominating his whirling eyes as his gaze
settles on Jovan.

 Part Three...