On the Sands> Alaric laughs,
"He's a demanding little fellow isn't he?"
eyeing the blue. "Look, the
bronze chose Jovan," he nudges Valeda. "You were
right. Remind me never to
bet marks with you."
On the Sands> Shava smiles
a bit as the bronze looks at Jovan in that
undeniable gaze and she shakes
her head a bit before looking back at the
blue, to see who he'll choose.
On the Sands> Valeda's nod
speaks volumes as the choice is made, she flicks
her eyes to Alaric before
straightening, shifting her balance to the other
leg. "He'll need plenty of
attention," is her comment, mouth pursed in
thought as she watches the
dusky blue through the thoughtfully lowered veil
of her lashes.
On the Sands> Jhylor suddenly
gulps, eyes turning incredibly wide as he
glances over at the other
counterpart of his duo. Jovan? This can't be good.
Not at all. This candidate
/will/ - and does - move quickly away from the
pair.
Astaris sighs in relief as
she's led to a bin of food. She grabs two
handsfuls and strokes Imanath
with a gentle smile, "Open up, love. Food I've
got. No more empty stomaches."
She feeds her new lifemate the first handful,
stroking her damp headknobs
as the young dragon takes her first meal.
On the Sands> Torien smirks.
"Told ya," he remarks to Prysm. That would be
about the bronze's Impression.
"Deserve each other." It always fun when two
demanding souls get together.
On the Sands> Jovan is in the
process of checking yet another of his
blisters when he looks up,
seeing this gooey bronze hatchling in front of
him. A quick look to Jhylor,
and then he blinks, feet definitely forgotten
as he stares at the bronze
in something of a stupor "Rasnauth, is it? Well
now..." Silence reigns for
a long moment, and then he grins, "I'm hungry
myself, but I can wait. Let's
see if we can get you something though...." He
reaches out, caressing a headknob
carefully, not quite sure what has
happened to him.
On the Sands> Yilisa's jaw
just...drops. Thud. It would probably land on her
gravid belly if it was that
detachable. As it is, she just...stares for an
incredibly long moment, green
eyes gone utterly wide and shocked.
"Jov...J'van...and Rasnauth?"
she stammers, before a huge grin spreads over
her features, and she applauds.
Imanath opens up her maw, no
fangteeth yet, but a few near the back. She
chew chews, adn then swallows,
opening up again.
On the Sands> Playful in the
Water Egg shudders again, much harder this
time, shards dotting the sand
beside it. Nothing but the sharp point of a
talon pokes through but nothing
of a dragon is revealed.
On the Sands> J'van shuffle-limps
off of the sands with Rasnauth trailing
close behind, both in the
wake of a Weyrlingmaster.
On the Sands> J'van has left.
J'van arrives from the hatching
sands.
J'van has arrived.
On the Sands> T'myn looks absolutely
astonished as a bronze chooses Jovan.
"Interesting," he comments,
pointing it out to Jalis.
On the Sands> Petra has disconnected.
On the Sands> Rasnauth has left.
Rasnauth arrives from the hatching
sands.
Rasnauth has arrived.
On the Sands> Yilisa has left.
Yilisa arrives from the hatching
sands.
Yilisa has arrived.
On the Sands> Jalis turns at
Yilisa's startled voice to gaze upon the new
bronzerider with narrowed
eyes. "Oh no." Is all she says, a helpless sigh
and then a laugh accompanying
it.
On the Sands> Tapping resounds
from within the shell of the Playful in the
Water Egg, the sound strangely
echoing in the cavern and nearly veiled by
the cacophony of sounds tumbling
around the Sands. The egg begins to break
into pieces, each piece washed
to sandy shore by a delicate breeze or a jolt
of motion before it tosses
from its confines a moist hatchling with the
residue of egg clinging to
hide and wing membrane.
Yilisa has actually been here
the whole time, doncha know, in her padded
chair. As J'van and Rasnauth
come over, she just shakes her head. "Let that
be a lesson to you to write
things off before they happen," she says with a
chuckle.
On the Sands>
Balmy Tropical Lagoon Hatchling
Dancing sunlight dazzles clear
aquamarine within the waves of a tropical
lagoon. Seen through the clear,
calm water's surface are the brightly lit
shapes of schooling fish catching
a momentary burst of liquid sun and
reflecting it, in the form
of odd mottled markings that are a pale and
shimmering blue-gray across
this hatchling's hide. The dappled pattern swims
in and out of darker patches
of azure -- the deepest parts of the cove if
this dragon's hide were the
water off the shore of an island. Every muscled
line of this dragon is smooth
and fluid, supple like the body of a shipfish
dancing through the water,
his solid body lean and compact. His small form
promises to retain the lithe
diminutiveness characterized by his petite
boned frame, including the
translucent wings delicately decorated with the
subtle feathery blue-green
silhouette of kelp.
On the Sands> Prysm just blinks.
"Jovan and... uh oh." Does she really
/want/ that boy ruling the
Weyr someday? Her eyes shine as she waves over at
the new pair, nudging Torien.
"I feel sorry for that girl that impressed the
Queen." Jealous, maybe? Nah.
But she's only teasing. You think.
On the Sands> Petra has connected.
Astaris smiles happily as her
dragonet chews, "You are so smart, my darling.
Oh, as much as you want."
She carefully feeds the green handful by handful,
finally settling to the sandy
ground and stroking a much of the lovely green
hide as she can, "I love you
too, Imanath."
On the Sands> Dusk's Mist Shrouded
Mountains Hatchling becomes attracted by
another knot of candidates
that it had overlooked before, and makes his way
with measured steps that direction.
He looks carefully at each candidate in
turn, eyes whiling even more
quickly as hunger squeezes his stomach and his
frustration level mounts.
'Oh where are you?' his mein suggests.
M'kal heads off onto the main
part of the sands.
M'kal has left.
On the Sands> M'kal has arrived.
J'van just blinks at Yilisa
blankly. What? "He's hungry. Rasnauth is
hungry." Is stated. Seems
that is all he can think about at the moment.
On the Sands> Alaric grins
as another blue makes its way into the world.
"One demanding and the other
just works steadily at getting here," he
comments to Valeda pointing
at the impatient blue and the one who took his
time to carefully break the
egg.
On the Sands> Torien shakes
his head again. "There's no guarentee that
J'van's bronze with win her
flight," he reminds Prysm. "You can't really
tell these things at the Hatching."
Lilyithe looks up and smiles
as J'van is spotted, "Hey! Glad you could join
me...us." She chuckles and
looks down at Nariath with a nods before feeding
more to her.
On the Sands> The Warrior's
Rest Egg rolls lazily, a few inches one way and
then a few in the other. A
few cracks appear each time the egg rocks back
and forth. Corwyn stands near
by keeping an eye on the egg and its not long
before the egg becomes Tanaryth
with C'wyn.
On the Sands> Tsunami of Terror Egg has arrived.
On the Sands> Shava ooohs a
bit as another blue hatches and she looks to see
where the first one is headed,
head tilting to the side a bit as she chews
on her lower lip almost as
often as her feet shift.
Imanath warbles. Oooooh - wait,
wait, new sensation!! She nudges Astaris as
she gets stroked, but keeps
her mouth open -- food good! Food very good.
On the Sands> Valeda's focused
study of a rocking ovoid form is brought to a
sharp end as the egg's contents
burst their way out, resolving into the lean
frame of a blue dragon. That
tugs at her smile and she tilts her head to
study the newcomer, finally
getting a hop to her step as she leans to nudge
Alaric's ribs. "Both equally
wonderful." A glance to the man is all she can
spare from the scene of central
excitement.
J'van blinks at Rasnauth too,
with that same blank look "I am? You are?"
Imagine that. He can't quite
take it in, but he reaches out to caress that
bronzed headknob once again,
a goofy smile turning his expression less
stupid and more...overwhelmed
by a perfect lifemate.
On the Sands> Jhylor, only
one left standing of his trio, just shakes his
head ruefully, lips quirking
into a very faint grin. "That'll teach 'im, "
he muses quietly to no one
but himself.
Yilisa chuckles, and indicates
a bowlful of hand-sized meat scraps, similar
to those that are being used
to feed the other young dragons. "Right there,
Jo--J'van," she corrects herself
with a smile. "That's about the right
amount for him..." She trails
off, and smiles at the moment between the two.
Astaris giggles softly, "Oh,
I'll wear anything you want me too, love. But I
think we can find something
to better suit your hide than white. A lovely
yellow, or a leafy green..."
She continues to stroke and feed.
On the Sands> Prysm hmms, "That's
be like... mating with your brother or
something?" She gives an envoulentary
shudder, then remembers something,
hopping about as she looks
for... ah, there he is. The girl sends a brief
wave to M'kal over with the
Weyrlings. Although her face falls in
disappointment for a moment,
when she turns back to the Sands, her chin sets
stubbornly, and her back straightens.
Oooh. Look at how those hands tremble.
Rasnauth snorts softly, but
his tone is no less happy than it was earlier.
On the Sands> Balmy Tropical
Lagoon Hatchling stretches out his neck as far
as it goes and issues a timourous
trumpet -- his first attempt really and
not done too badly, even if
it sounds more like a squawk than a rich
timbered trumpet. Eagerly
he gazes every which way, his head darting first
that direction, then another,
each white form gazed upon in turn. Curiosity
draws him away from his egg
shards, wings dragging in the sand behind him
and threatening to trip his
ungraceful form.
Lilyithe picks up another chuck
of meat with two finger and pops it into her
lifemates open mouth, "Yeah,
and congratulations! What his name?" She smiles
at him then to his dragon,
a nice shade to.
J'van looks up at Yilisa's
words, perhaps mentally nudged by his hungry
dragon, and nods, getting
the bowl of meat almost automatically and fishing
out the first chunk to offer
to Rasnauth, a smile still on his face "I am
not. But here you go...eat,
eat." His own stomach rumbles in response to the
dragonet's hunger, and he
laughs, too, looking over at Lilyithe with that
same silly grin.
On the Sands> Dusk's Mist Shrouded
Mountains Hatchling seems to have had his
fill of frustration and being
unable to find his partner. A quick scan of
the area and he's moving to
the far end of the semi-circle, now much
diminished, and marches very
steadily along it's length, doublechecking each
candidate with huffed impatience...
and then growing excitement....
On the Sands> Shava shivvers
a bit as she watches the blues and waits to see
if there's anymore eggs left
to hatch. her hands tighten around her robe and
she fans it again to try and
make a small breeze as she shifts side to side
to cool her poor feet.
On the Sands> Tsunami of Terror
Egg wiggles just a tad and then wiggles some
more. It gives one more wiggle
for good measure before it begins rocking in
earnest. A tiny crack appears
on its surface followed by several more as the
enthusiastic movement continues.
It appears that the eggs occupant is most
eager to be revealed.
On the Sands> Alaric hms, "He's
gotten a whiff of something," he notes
pointing to the energetic
blue who so roughly banged out of his shell.
Yilisa chuckles softly, and
watches the new pairings from her chair.
"They're going to itch, folks.
There are buckets and paddles over there,"
she indicates the stack of
buckets and paddles, and the big oil vat, "for
you to use on them when they
tell you they itch."
On the Sands> Torien considers.
"I don't think it works the same way with
dragons," he replies to Prysm,
shuffling his feet a little before he
scratches his itchy shoulder
again. They've been out here for quite awhile,
haven't they...
On the Sands> Dusk's Mist Shrouded
Mountains Hatchling stops in front of one
candidate, looking up into
dark grey eyes beneath chestnut hair, and utters
a melodic noise of delight
and determination at Torien.
On the Sands> Valeda chuckles
quietly, observing as she keeps her gaze on
the misty blue hatchling.
"Looks like he's having trouble making up his
mind." Her words echo those
of her companion, and she grins swiftly before
darting a glance toward the
newest shivering egg.
On the Sands> Cassia stands
next to Nyissa, the pair of girls holding one
another's hands tightly in
their nervousness. Nearby, the Eerie Oracle Egg
gives a sudden lurch, causing
one of the girls to release a tiny squeal. The
Point of Light Egg begins
a violent rocking as well and it cracks, revealing
a tiny, timid green. The first
egg breaks open as well, revealing a larger
green that makes her way over
to Nyissa who calls out, "Jamiarth!". Cassia
drops to her knees and calls
out the tiny green's name, "Diameth."
Astaris dips back into the
bin again and finds another bit of meat, offering
it up idly as she rubs lightly
at Imanath's hide, here...no, there...oh,
that's got it. Star sighs
happily and nods, "I shall visit the weaver as
soon as I can. We will be
perfect together. In every way." Its only just
then that she notices her
fellow Weyrlings. And Jo...J'van. Her mouth drops
open.
Lilyithe looks at Nariath and
smiles slowing the flow of meat going into her
mouth, "Slow down dear, not
so fast or you might choke." After another
loving look at the green she
looks back at J'van, smiling her own silly
smile back in response to
his.
On the Sands> Alaric grins,
"Not anymore," he says noting the blue's
interest in Torien. "What's
his name?" he asks the boy keeping an eye on the
watery blue.
On the Sands> Shava oohs and
she bounces a bit, "Congrats Torien!" she
actually shouts as she sees
one blue looking to the young man, before
turning to look at the other
blue and the shivering egg.
Imanath nudges Astaris. Hey,
my girl, stop the mouth dropping at the others.
Mine, mine! Possessive little
one she is. Mouth opens, more food needed,
insert here please!
On the Sands> Jhylor chuckles
softly, head canted thoughtfully as he watches
one of those searching blues.
Ah, Torien. All's well with that one. A shake
of his, and he turns his attention
towards one of farther away hatchlings.
J'van actually blushes, staring
at Rasnauth with disbelief for a moment; and
then his expression turns
to panic - but it seems Yilisa can read dragon
minds, because he heads over
to the oil and paddles, grabbing a bucket of
the former and one of the
ladder, nodding his thanks to the weyrlingmaster
before scooping up oil and
slapping it gently on the place Rasnauth
indicates, just on the shoulder
"There...is that better?" is asked
anxiously, rubbing the soothing
stuff into the still somewhat gooey hide.
Seems he doesn't mind doing
chores...now.
On the Sands> T'ien blinks
in surprise at the blue who's staring up at him.
"Feth? Your name is Feth?"
he repeats doubtfully. "Well, okay," he nods
slightly. "Yeah, food, sure,
sure..just..okay, over there," he explains,
dropping Prysm's hand without
a moment's thought and trying to herd the blue
away.
On the Sands> Petra's grasp
on fellow Candidates' hands tightens, and she
grins with excitement as hatchlings
Impress and look around to Impress.
Rambling about how close the
hatchlings are has paused for a moment as she
watches. "Congratulations!"
is called to Torien and his new blue lifemate.
Yilisa can't read dragon minds,
no. She's just done this before, and she
knows what to expect, that's
all. A faint smile curves her lips.
On the Sands> Another assistant
steps up to help T'ien and Feth other to the
corner of the sand, murmuring
a quiet congratulations as they go.
Astaris giggles happily, and
turns back to Imanath, J'van forgotten again,
"Yes, right...I'm yours. Oh...chew
that, Imanath. I wouldn't have you choke
on a big, bad bit of meat.
It would hurt." She puts another piece of meat
into the greens open mouth
On the Sands> Balmy Tropical
Lagoon Hatchling yawns hugely, and in the midst
of this consuming task, nearly
trips over those wings that were getting in
his way. He stumbles, skids
and manages to maintain his balance with a flare
of damp wings before coming
to a stop. He glances around. No one saw that
did they?
On the Sands> Prysm gasps as
a little blue stops in front of Torien, face a
mixture of emotion. Mostly
shock. She just stands there as her hand is
dropped, an oddly twitching
smile pulling at her cheek. "Torien? Feth?"
Hands quiver as she holds
them to herself, closing her eyes to block out the
sight.
On the Sands> Tsunami of Terror
Egg starts jumping around now, moving from
its spot and inching across
the Sands. The cracks on its surface grow larger
and bits of shell start to
flake off little by little.
On the Sands> The Deadly Gaze
of Stone Egg rocks incessantly throughout the
hatching, never varying in
its rhythm. At last the occupants persistence
pays off as the shell splits
into three large pieces and a little brown
appears, looking quite pleased
with him. He begins to make his rounds across
the Sands and is making good
time when he suddenly stumbles. Kalorak steps
forward to help him and K'lor
calls out with a smile. "His name is
Quorianth!"
On the Sands> T'ien has left.
T'ien arrives from the hatching
sands.
T'ien has arrived.
On the Sands> Feth has left.
Feth arrives from the hatching
sands.
Feth has arrived.
On the Sands> Alaric chuckles
at the antics of the tropical blue. He eyes it
with interest and excitement.
"He's so funny," he comments to Valeda.
Feth follows T'ien, making
mournful distress noises and giving the nearest
bucket of meat significant
glances.
On the Sands> Shava watches
the other blue and the wriggling egg, chewing
still more on her lip as she
wipes the sweat off her brow, cheeks a pretty
rose color from the heat of
the sands.
On the Sands> Valeda saw it,
though she doesn't laugh, just lifts a brow at
the little fellow. "Blue's
not yet grown into himself, but he will." The
incessant battle with the
fiery sands wins one round, and she's forced to
step backward a pace or two
before nodding to Alaric as her arms come to
wrap round herself.
On the Sands> Jhylor shifts
once again to his other side, never estimating
how little people aren't around
him. Poor guy, almost falls over as he
nearly loses his balance.
Luckily, though, he catches himself just in time
to watch that stumbling blue,
lips twitching in an amused grin.
J'van is blushing again; it
seems he is not used to so much praise. He
continues to rub the oil in,
then stops to ask "Are you hungry still? Do you
need more meat?" not sure
which his new lifemate is more desirous of, but
eager to please. Poor J'van
is definitely caught, hook, line, and sinker.
Yilisa chuckles softly, and
bestows a beam on T'ien. "Feth, you said his
name was? He's beautiful,
and that's a wonderful name. There's meat over
there," and she points at
the bowls sitting ready, "and oil over there for
when he itches," and she indicates
the vat, buckets, and paddles.
"Congratulations."
Astaris frowns a bit and puts
another bite of food into the green's mouth
before looking around, "She
itches!" She idly scratches her shoulder with
one hand, and Imanath's with
the other. She shakes her head quickly at
Imananth, "Hurt is bad...don't
think about it now."
Lilyithe nods to the new pair
that joins her group before copying the
movements of the othes and
carefully putting oil with the paddle on the
glinting hide, "There you
are darling, anywhere else?"
"Well, I don't think you're
dying, really," T'ien replies to the blue,
though he does pick up the
bucket and offer the first hunk of meat. He looks
up at Yilisa and replies,
"Oh, thanks...I couldn't believe it when he told
me his name, though. Never
heard of one like it." He seems less surprised at
the Impression than the name.
On the Sands> The Tsunami of
Terror Egg wobbles frantically as its occupant
makes a final bid for freedom.
Bits of eggshell begin to flake off and fall
to the sands until you can
almost see the hatching inside. Finally the egg
disintegrates, revealing the
hatchling that hid within.
On the Sands>
Frothy Sea Waves Hatchling
Color shimmers through shades
of cerulean-tinged green to a darker true
green with faint aquamarine
washing between like the turbulent surface of a
deep sea over most of the
hatchling's hide. However, muzzle and face are
pale in hue, likened to the
spring-leaf colored froth that rides waves
cresting into shore. Unusual
markings spring forth from a point between her
eyes, dusky blue-green arching
high above each brow before cascading down
along her neck and billowing
out over her wings before finally terminating
at the trailing edges. The
pale hue that limns the dragon's face foams
around throat and neck. An
undulating line distinguishes where spume and sea
begin and end, no effort made
to blend the two shades. Where neck and body
meet a new color emerges,
this the deep, clear darkness of a mountain pool
reflecting pine trees. It
wraps around her legs, staining her belly and
drapes across haunches and
even trailing to the tip of her long tail. The
pool appears to ripple like
wind blown across the water, smudging the forest
malachite. Almost nonexistent
are cords of turquoise wrapping her body just
behind the wings and ending
opposite her spine in a large 'v' while claws
are the usual pristine black,
glinting blue in the light.
Imanath seems to wriggle under
that hand, following it as the dratted itch
moves. Stay still you villian,
you vile beast, and let my girl get it!
Rasnauth solves J'van's quandary
by shoving his muzzle into the bowl,
thereby keeping J'van's hands
free to keep oiling.
On the Sands> Cephas shifts
from one foot to the other, trying to alleviate
the burning heat of the Sands
on the soles of his feet. His attention
quickly turns elsewhere as
the nearby Glory of the Sky Egg shatter,
scattering eggshell everywhere.
A chubby looking blue emerges, creeling with
hunger. H doesn't take long
to make his choice and C'phas leads Burianth
away to be fed.
On the Sands> Shava gasps a
bit more at the newest hatchling and she
continues to shift, heat burning
her feet even through her sandals.
On the Sands> Frothy Sea Waves
Hatchling gazes around the Sands curiously.
Somewhere out there is her
chosen one and she is quite determined to find
this perfect candidate. She
starts to make her way across the Sands, poking
her nose at this Candidate
and that.
Astaris dashes for the oil
vats and grabs a bucket and paddle in record
time. Back to the itching
lifemate. She doesn't even bother with the paddle.
Gentle hands slap oil onto
the green hide and spread soothing oil over the
villianous itchy spots.
On the Sands> Valeda just..
pauses, slow to lift fingertips to lips and
study the latest edition of
lovely green hatchlings. Hot sands beckon her to
motion again, and she quickpaces
it up to stand next to her lone remaining
companion at one edge of the
remaining hopefuls. "That one now," is murmured
approvingly, "She knows her
business."
"Well, then eat the meat. See,
I'm holding it out..you just put it in your
mouth and chew," T'ien instructs.
"And then you won't be hungry and your
stomach won't hurt. You'll
probably still smell the meat though."
Imanath ooohs, and warblecroons
at that oil, lifting her muzzle to sniff in
the bucket.
On the Sands> Prysm just stands
there, eyes snut tight, hugging herself.
"Torien," is breathed sadly
before chin is lifted defiantly. "Dragon? Where
/are/ you?" She squeaks. "You
/have/ to be here. Please?"
On the Sands> Balmy Tropical
Lagoon Hatchling continues along his merry way,
shuffling across hot sand,
enjoying the scenery as he gazes around with an
imagry of innocence. His insatiable
curiosity takes him everywhere. He pokes
one white robed candidate,
but moves on, trundling away as if he'd walk
around forever. Suddenly he
stops, head cants as if he were listening to
something.
J'van just shakes his head,
discounting the praise yet again, althoug his
beaming smile would suggest
that he is quite happy to be all that Rasnauth
wants him to be. Making sure
the bowl is placed just so, and that the bronze
can reach the chunks easily,
he goes back to smoothing on oil, slathering
every inch of hide just so
his new lifemate does not have to feel another
itch. "There...." he murmurs
from time to time, or nods as if agreement to
something; but most of all
he just smiles, gazing at his lifemate with
disbelief still evident.
On the Sands> Alaric nods,
"And how," he says watching the green move about
her business.
Feth eagerly consumes the meat,
taking care to chew since T'ien has
requested it. He follows his
clutchmate's example and follows the scent of
meat straight to the source,
poking his muzzle into the bucket. Food! Chew
chomp snuffle gulp.
Astaris hmms, "Its called oil.
Its for soothing itches and it helps stop
squeaks and stuff, too...but
only for doors and the like. For beautiful
green hides, its just for
itches."
On the Sands> Shava shifts over to Prysm and she whispers softly to her.
On the Sands> Frothy Sea Waves
Hatchling gets a disgruntled look on her face
as she can't seem to find
who she's looking for. She gives an impatient
creel as she marches across
the Sands. Her rider has to be here /somewhere/.
The question is, where?
T'ien inclines his head slightly.
"Uh..you might make yourself sick," he
warns the blue. "So..slow
down?" he suggests. "Otherwise your stomach will
/still/ hurt."
On the Sands> With great solemnity
the Balmy Tropical Lagoon Hatchling
shuffles toward a candidate
he hasn't visited just yet and gazes up into
Alaric's eyes with the adoring
expression of a dragon who has just
Impressed.
Astaris giggles again, "No, no. Doors squeak. Dragons itch."
On the Sands> Prysm closes
her eyes and takes a deep breath, forcing herself
to relax.
On the Sands> Shava ooohs and
gasps after her soft whisper, spying Alaric's
impression from the corner
of her eye, "What's his name Alaric?"
On the Sands> Jhylor doesn't
seem the least bit perturbed that he's been
reduced to talking to himself.
"Don't think she'd actually go for that one,
do you?" Now, maybe, asking
himself questions is going to unsettle him, so
he promptly shuts his mouth.
Eyes flickering over to settle on Alaric, upon
hearing the calls of congratulations
from a few other candidates.
On the Sands> Valeda is -definitely-
taken by surprise. A new expression
finds the lady's features
as she just stares.. incredulously at her former
hunting partner. Then, it's
pride and a strange softness that comes as she
leans over to rest her fingertips
quickly on Alaric's shoulder.
"Congratulations," is all
she whispers, all she has to. Three steps bring
her backwards, heat forgotten,
eyes molten with joy for the new pair.
On the Sands> Alaric looks
down at the blue hatchling, wonderment amazement
and shock lighting up his
eyes. His hand lets go of Valeda's in wonderment
and he says laughing, "Yes
your middle is empty! We had best go fill it
Taroth!" Suddenly he breaks
into the laughter of a happy man.
On the Sands> Kessel paces
back and forth nervously, stumbling now and then,
but he always catches himself
before he falls. He tumbles out of surprise as
the Slithering Mass of Tunnelsnakes
Egg he's striding past gives an echoing
crack as its occupant makes
an entrance. The little blue hatchling that
comes out happily takes K'sel
to be his and his name is announced to be,
"Earnath."
Astaris oohs softly and moves
to slather oil on Imanath's beautiful tail,
"Oh...well. Itches move very
fast. But just tell me where the villian Itch
touches you and I'll vanquish
it with oil."
"Well, it's like..your stomach
is only so big. And if you eat more than can
fit it, it hurts because it
stretches..," T'ien explains, reaching out to
try and push in that scrap
of food.
Imanath lifts up a foreleg,
the itch, it moved again. She warbles. There?
Please?
On the Sands> A'ric has left.
A'ric arrives from the hatching
sands.
A'ric has arrived.
On the Sands> Shava smiles
at the names being spoken and she eyes the green
to see who she'll choose.
On the Sands> Taroth has left.
Taroth arrives from the hatching
sands.
Taroth has arrived.
On the Sands> Frothy Sea Waves
Hatchling makes another sound, this one of
delight as she finally spots
who she's looking for. She makes a vtol line
through the remaining Candidates,
heading for one in particular. She pauses
a short distance away for
an inspection and then closes the gap.
Feth gives T'ien a quizzical
look and then pushes his muzzle back into the
bucket. He's eating slower,
that much can be determined, but with great
gusto.
On the Sands> The Frothy Sea
Waves Hatchling marches determinedly across the
hot Sands. It seems that she
has made her decision and is not going to let
anyone stand in her way. She
presses against her chosen candidate in a bid
for attention and gazes raptly
into Valeda's eyes.
Yilisa is holding court. "Congratulations,
A'ric, Taroth," she says
cheerfully before indicating
meat, already chopped up and in bowls, and oil,
ready for itchy hide.
Astaris diligently moves to
oil a lifted foreleg, rubbing the soothing stuff
in between talons and all
around the top and heel.
J'van laughs, rolling his eyes
and gaining a bit more of his usual arrogance
and less of the incongruous
embarrassment and stunned shock. "Oh, hush,
Rasnauth. I am not." He slaps
another paddlefull of oil over the back,
rubbing it in gently but vigorously,
and adds a softer murmur "You are..."
Just so Ras can hear him,
of course. "And I'm happy too. And I'm glad..."
Well, he finishes that thought
in private, between him and his dragon. "Do
you have enough to eat?"
T'ien will have to be satisfied
with that it seems. "You might want to drink
something too.." Dragons do
have to drink water, don't they?
On the Sands> Jalis sporadically
drags at T'myn's arm to murmur something at
him before straightening and
acting the proper Weyrwoman. She smiles
gleefully as she gazes upon
the one hatchling left, whom apparently has just
Impressed. She smiles softly
up at her queen, then transfers that gaze of
affection to her Weyrleader.
"They've all found their mates." She says with
a pleased finality. Ceristh
too seems pleased for just as Valeda Impresses,
she jolts herself to her feet
and begins to make her pondering way to the
sands exit. This queen has
been confined here for weeks and likely is happy
to leave just that quickly,
but not before she noses a few clumps of empty
shells as if to make sure
all is in order.
Between oiling and feeding,
Lilyithe has only a second to wipe a hand across
her forehead and to take a
quick look around and grin at the other new
pairs.
A'ric looks still shocked and
amazed as he takes the bowl from Yilisa.
"Thank you," he says. Then
looking down at Taroth he picks up a piece of
meat and begins to fill the
hatchling's empty middle with a wild grin on his
face of happiness.
On the Sands> Shava sighs and
nods a bit as she looks around, shruging
slightly as she waits to hear
the name of Valeda's green.
On the Sands> M'kal checks
the sands for remaining eggs as assistants lead
pairs over to the jampacked
corner. His shoulders slump a bit as he spies
Prysm among those remaining.
He puts off duty for a moment as he crosses
over to his younger sister
and reaches out to enfold the girl in his arms,
his voice pitched too quietly
for others to hear....
Taroth heads off onto the main
part of the sands.
Taroth has left.
A'ric watches Taroth wander off.
On the Sands> Valeda's backward
steps nearly trip her over the form that's
been sneaking up at unawares.
The lean lady catches herself, glances back
with apologies coming to lips
that never manage to birth them. For such a
plain-featured woman, it might
be surprising just how luminous elegant she
can become as awe takes her
over. "Yes. Time for feeding, Zulieth. Yes. It
is." She's lost though, leaning
over to rest a hand on the green's upturned
muzzle, ten million miles
away, the joy her own this time.
On the Sands> Jalis glances
meaningfully at T'myn then and nudges him gently
toward the candidates left
standing with a hopeful expression on her face.
On the Sands> T'myn gives a
relieved smile as the last egg Impresses and
then looks to Jalis. He nods
and steps forward to speak to those remaining.
On the Sands> Prysm's chin
trembles as she just stands there, watching the
last dragon impress. As her
brother approaches, her chin drops, the outcome
of the evening dawning on
her. "I'm sorry." Is all she can manage,
disappointment too strong.
Rasnauth heads off onto the
main part of the sands.
Rasnauth has left.
J'van watches Rasnauth wander off.
Astaris sighs happily and leans
against her glistening green lifemate, "And
I am joyful to have been here.
You complete me. Not even finding a vein of
sapphires compares to you,
sweet love." She gazes around as she strokes her
lifemate, smiling at each
of her fellow Weyrlings. Even J'van.
A'ric has disconnected.
On the Sands> Valeda widens
a smile that is made more special for its
rarity, straightening and
glancing over to the others. "Then let's go take
care of that, love." Not relinquishing
the contact she keeps with one hand,
she and the lovely Zulieth
make their way across the sands.
On the Sands> Zulieth has left.
Zulieth arrives from the hatching
sands.
Zulieth has arrived.
Imanath nudges Astaris again.
Attention, on me, please! Tail curls and
snakes around Astaris' ankle.Mine!
On the Sands> Valeda has left.
Valeda arrives from the hatching
sands.
Valeda has arrived.