This log picks up just before the Hatching itself starts.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Great. Yes, she did. She specified nothing embarrasing
though. ;)
[SearchFoo] Keria: Np.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Yes, please do Kyla!
[SearchFoo] G'briel will ask here...kat's busy "Should I @send the *wizzen to
give each weyrling one additional quota so they can @chown their wallows?
Some might not have quota left. What do you think?
[SearchFoo] Keria: Do they have cots they can recycle?
[SearchFoo] Bali is sending them out!
[SearchFoo] G'briel isn't sure. S'lad? You there? Do the candidates have
cots?
[SearchFoo] S'era: Katarra, page me Sofina and my NPCs Impression messages?
We're both on RAW, so I need to cut and paste them into anothe rwindow to
remove the hard enters before we can cut and paste?
[SearchFoo] Bali nods, some of them do, Gabes.
[SearchFoo] G'briel nods to Bali "Well, I'll ask each one individually after
the hatching, then. See who needs what.
[SearchFoo] Kyla loggin.
[SearchFoo] Bali noddles. :)
Ruulth's Weyr (#8402)
An average-sized weyr, it is plenty big for brown Ruulth and his lifemate, a
cozy abode made cozier by the creep of greenery through the caverns opening
as well as a myrriad of cracks that line the walls. Trailing vines cross the
low ceiling and twine about the couch of carved stone, clinging to the rocks
with the tenacity of nature, even daring to venture forth into the fresh
rushes piled high on Ruulth's bed. A thin curtain can be drawn across the
back of the weyr, partitioning it off if privacy is desired, hiding a bed and
clothespress from view, although nothing else mars the simple beauty of the
ivy-infested cavern. Glows give soft light to a vine-darkened exterior,
creating interesting shadows, and a small grate gives warmth to ward off the
dampness that comes with the encroachment of the twining greenery. A surprise
awaits explorers into this foresty abode, too; the curtain has been
embroidered with a patient hand, a delightful cacophony of small flowers of
every shape and size and color, a previous occupant's fancy and imagination
come to life in exquisite detail. A small press, painstakingly carved of a
darkly-finished wood and detailed with the same ivy leaves and vines that
twine over the rest of the weyr, contains her embroidery materials and
fabrics, while a matching shelf holds numerous texts on the needlework arts..
Soft pillows, done over at Ruulth's insistence in deep forest greens and
earthy browns, adorn Ruulth's couch and various spare corners.
You see Icicle and Mala here.
Obvious exits:
Out
Ruulth's Ledge (#5304)
Swept clean, the dark stone of this ledge awaits the arrival of a new body to
sun itself against warmed rock. High above the Weyr's forest, it gives an
expansive view of varied greenery as well as the distant haze of azure ocean.
A pretty vista, and one where a dragon could spend many hours enjoying both
the heat of a midday sun as well as the scenery spread out before the wide
ledge.
You see Syrtin and Ruulth here.
Obvious exits:
Out Ruulth's Weyr
Icicle> Jeretta goes Out.
Mala> Jeretta goes Out.
[SearchFoo] Katarra nods to Gabe. Sounds best. Case by case.
You feel soft mental reassurance as you mount your dragon.
Ruulth(#11441p)
Cloaked in earth's brown, a step backwards blends a diminutive dragonet
seamlessly into the landscape of a forgotten forest. His patchmeal hide aids
the blending process, beginning with a distinctive cap of mousy brown atop
the skull while a sunwarmed nose of golden tones peaks emerges beneath
eyeridges. Rowan's darkness, stolen from a summer ermine, forms a cape down
his back before climbing dramatically up his wingsails, accented by a stripe
of near black which completely follows the course of neckridges all the way
to tail's tip. Underneath it all lies a rarely seen belly of pine, strangely
grafted to the carved ebony forming chest and legs.
The loving hand of his rider has garlanded the neck of this brown with an
array of fighting straps, carefully tanned and crafted to strict
specifications and a perfect fit for the young dragon's form. Unable to
stomach the idea of plain, unadorned leather, however, some creative mind has
added a tracery of embroidered leaves and vines in a deep shade of hunter
green, complementing both leather and dragon hide, up and down the straps.
Brassy buckles, polished to a high shine, fasten straps to each other and
hold them in place around Ruulth's neck.
[SearchFoo] Keria: If an Impression got written for Rhia's green, someone page
that too? To me I mean.
[SearchFoo] Keria: And, G'briel, encourage them to @recycle something instead.
[SearchFoo] G'briel nodnods, and waits. "So....we about ready? Bali, you are
bringing them in, right? Ooo..there they are!"
[SearchFoo] Keria: They should not need extra quota for cot, or Ledge/weyr
later. So...
[SearchFoo] Vae: Rider quota goes up auto, doesn't it?
[SearchFoo] Keria never noticed if it did...
[SearchFoo] S'era ain't sure?
High Above Ista Forest
Here just beyond the south rim of the Weyr, a weathered visage of contrasts
spreads out below with the glossy ceramic colors of the tropical island.
Above, slate-grey stone walls in the bowl, marred by the individual openings
that have been chipped out of its face; the rich emerald forest spills out in
a beard to the south, tangling itself down to the weeping ocean off to the
west. A shaven plateau of yellow and brown arcs off to the north, fringed in
tufts of growing orchards.
Various 'ledges' dot the cliffside.
It is a winter sunset. Cool winter air touches the world with ice.
Obvious exits:
Beaches Weyr Bowl Above the Plateau
Syrtin> Ruulth goes Out.
Back towards the bowl you go, fighting the Weyr's oppressive thermals.
High Above Central Bowl
The rough, chipped rim of the bowl arcs its jagged-stoned expanse around the
dark sands far below. Peaks of weyr-filled cliffs rise up to the east and
south, shading at times the weyrling-worn training grounds off to the
northwest. North of the sprawl of dragons that keep watch around the bustle
of the eastern caverns, dark shadows betray the entrances to the queens'
weyrs near the sweltering black of the hatching sands. But it is the rough
crack to the north that draws the eye, black stone crumbling down around the
rushing waters as they cascade to the forest far below, leaving behind the
wet scent of the waterfall. Not to be outdone, a spark of deep ocean blue
beckons far off to the west.
It is a winter sunset. Cool winter air touches the world with ice.
Obvious exits:
Western Gap Star Stones Ista Forest Eastern Bowl
NorthEastern Bowl Southern Bowl Feeding Grounds
You spiral downwards towards the Northeastern portion of the bowl.
Above Northeastern Bowl
Just off the Weyrleaders' ledges, the thermals scream and howl their protest
up against the beaten Werywall. A maw opens, spewing out hot air from above
the Hatching Sands out through the broad windtunnel, while to the west the a
trail of dusty earth swirls up from the training ground and barracks.
Beyond, towards the southwest, the centerbowl lies flat and silent while
fruther south activity squirms: insect bodies around the lounging sentinels
of sleeping dragons as they wait outside the bustling living caverns.
Various 'ledges' dot the cliffside.
It is a winter sunset. Cool winter air touches the world with ice.
You see Nutkin and Navy here.
Obvious exits:
Centerbowl 'Caverns Training Grounds Windtunnel
You bank southwest towards the central bowl.
Above Central Bowl
From here the world is a ragged wheel of blue and black-streaked brown, where
the arched vault of the sky is pierced by the uneven walls of Ista Weyr. The
vast bowl spreads out below, a monotonous field of black sand and colorless
dirt against which the bright bodies of dragons stand out in glorious relief:
physical embodiments of the rainbows that dance in the wraith-like mists
close by.
To the north gleams the silvery play of the Weyr lake and waterfall, while to
the northwest spread the training grounds and Weyrling barracks. Attached to
them in the west, feeding dragons wheel above dusty herdbeast pens. To the
northeast gape the large entrances of the Weyrleader complex and hatching
grounds; due east the congregation of snoozing bodies nearly hide the
entrance to the living caverns, while nearby in the southern bowl, openings
to ground weyrs and the entrance yawn wide and empty.
It is a winter sunset. Cool winter air touches the world with ice.
Obvious exits:
Pens Caverns South Bowl Northeast Bowl Training Grounds
You soar southward.
Above Southern Bowl
Tricky currents play here, dipping and sheering in errant gusts. Cliffs rise
high, forming a breaker to the south, but giving no relief from northerly
storms; the ledges here, however, afford a lovely view of the bowl spread out
in splendour below them, making up for less sunlight. Rukbat glints off black
sand to the northwest, promising warm beaches; people mill to the northeast,
marking the busy entrance to lower caverns and infirmary. The rest of the
bowl lies in panorama: due north, spreading along the curve of caldera.
Various 'ledges' dot the cliffside.
It is a winter sunset. Cool winter air touches the world with ice.
You see Sandler here.
Obvious exits:
Living Caverns Central Bowl Above the Pens Eastern Bowl
You drop down towards the busy caverns.
Above Eastern Bowl
Here the bowl wall rises swift and sheer, embracing the rising thermals and
deadly pockets of playful winds with stolid rock and greedy ledge mouths. Far
below, the daily flow and ebb of activity about the Living Cavern entrance
rumbles its constant cacophony: dragon calls, human speech, carried up by
trickster echo. In the southern bowl, the opening to the infirmary and ground
weyrs wait patiently for the injured; to the north gape the tunnel entrances
to the Hatching grounds as well as the low-rising tiers of the Weyrleader
Complex. Due west stretches the center bowl, a stage of wheeling color and
order made awry as wings practice the intricate drill patterns of tradition.
Various 'ledges' dot the cliffside.
It is a winter sunset. Cool winter air touches the world with ice.
You see Terpe here.
Obvious exits:
Center Bowl Northern Bowl Busy Bowl ('Caverns)
You fly north.
Above Northeastern Bowl
Just off the Weyrleaders' ledges, the thermals scream and howl their protest
up against the beaten Werywall. A maw opens, spewing out hot air from above
the Hatching Sands out through the broad windtunnel, while to the west the a
trail of dusty earth swirls up from the training ground and barracks.
Beyond, towards the southwest, the centerbowl lies flat and silent while
fruther south activity squirms: insect bodies around the lounging sentinels
of sleeping dragons as they wait outside the bustling living caverns.
Various 'ledges' dot the cliffside.
It is a winter sunset. Cool winter air touches the world with ice.
You see Nutkin and Navy here.
Obvious exits:
Centerbowl 'Caverns Training Grounds Windtunnel
You soar through the upper tunnel into the hatching grounds.
Above the Sands
You circle the massive hatching cavern. Below you, the hot sands hold a
promising clutch, the queen most assuredly hovering somewhere nearby. High in
the south wall of the cavern, a gaping tunnel leads out to the bowl. Several
wide ledges rim the walls of the cavern, for dragons to perch on and watch
the festivities. Rimming the cavern wall below are the galleries from which
spectators watch.
It is a winter sunset. Cool winter air touches the world with ice.
Obvious exits:
Sands Ledge Bowl Ground Entrance
You land neatly on the ledge.
Ledge
These series of wide ledges rim the hatching grounds all around. They offer
dragons and their riders opportune seating to view the festivities below
through both elevation and proximity. Rather exclusive, the only way to get
to them is to fly adragonback, which affords them yet another peculiar air.
You see Isabeth, Theronth, Veluth, and Olkeryth here.
Obvious exits:
Entrance Above the Sands Galleries
From Above the Sands, Ruulth leaves for the Ledge.
[SearchFoo] Bali: Kat, cue Taji being angry?
[SearchFoo] Katarra cross pages.
[SearchFoo] Bali will tell her to stand by her... Bali's searched her and she
doesn't much care about maedrydd's attitude... and she's proddy, to boot. ;)
[Ista] Amoret waves
[SearchFoo] Jeretta dispenses Cadbury Mini Eggs to all members of SearchCo. :)
[SearchFoo] Katarra points Gabe to the mailer. Fiora is first. Then Sofina.
[SearchFoo] R'ea drools. Oh, yum, food.
[SearchFoo] G'briel grins "Yeah....what number is that again? The mail. So I
can look.
[SearchFoo] Katarra doesn't know off hand.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Just sent it this afternoon.
[SearchFoo] Vae: The last one.
[SearchFoo] Vae: @read last on *ls
[SearchFoo] G'briel nods, "Thanks mucho.
[SearchFoo] Jeretta chuckles at R'ea.
[SearchFoo] Katarra gets ready to hatch...
[SearchFoo] Vae: Okay, first one set to crack yet-- ahh. n.n
[SearchFoo] Keria: Yay
Hatching Grounds (#1689DJ)
This large entryway leads to the Hatching Caverns proper. The sand here is of
moderate warmth. Its intensity grows further in, a short ways ahead.
Dragons tend to watch the hatchings from the ledges above while other guests
gather in the galleries.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Sands Galleries Ledges
[SearchFoo] Keria: I mean, Yay! Letsgogogogogogo.
Ledge
These series of wide ledges rim the hatching grounds all around. They offer
dragons and their riders opportune seating to view the festivities below
through both elevation and proximity. Rather exclusive, the only way to get
to them is to fly adragonback, which affords them yet another peculiar air.
You see Isabeth, Theronth, Veluth, and Olkeryth here.
Obvious exits:
Entrance Above the Sands Galleries
[SearchFoo] R'ea is ready too - just say the word.
Ruulth(#11441)
Cloaked in earth's brown, a step backwards blends a diminutive dragonet
seamlessly into the landscape of a forgotten forest. His patchmeal hide aids
the blending process, beginning with a distinctive cap of mousy brown atop
the skull while a sunwarmed nose of golden tones peaks emerges beneath
eyeridges. Rowan's darkness, stolen from a summer ermine, forms a cape down
his back before climbing dramatically up his wingsails, accented by a stripe
of near black which completely follows the course of neckridges all the way
to tail's tip. Underneath it all lies a rarely seen belly of pine, strangely
grafted to the carved ebony forming chest and legs.
The loving hand of his rider has garlanded the neck of this brown with an
array of fighting straps, carefully tanned and crafted to strict
specifications and a perfect fit for the young dragon's form. Unable to
stomach the idea of plain, unadorned leather, however, some creative mind has
added a tracery of embroidered leaves and vines in a deep shade of hunter
green, complementing both leather and dragon hide, up and down the straps.
Brassy buckles, polished to a high shine, fasten straps to each other and
hold them in place around Ruulth's neck.
Ruulth rumbles wistfully in your mind as you dismount.
Ledge
These series of wide ledges rim the hatching grounds all around. They offer
dragons and their riders opportune seating to view the festivities below
through both elevation and proximity. Rather exclusive, the only way to get
to them is to fly adragonback, which affords them yet another peculiar air.
You see Isabeth, Theronth, Veluth, Olkeryth, and Ruulth here.
Obvious exits:
Entrance Above the Sands Galleries
[SearchFoo] Keria: Ahem. Trapeze. :>
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Your doing Sofina's, R'ea?
You head down the stairs to the galleries.
Galleries (#1816J)
The stone tiers curve around almost half of the immense hatching cavern,
providing ample seating for guests to get off the burning sands and watch the
spectacle of the hatching. The hatching ground spreads out below across the
vast cavern. To one side is the egg mound, upon which rests the queen eggs
when there happen to be any, for attentive brooding.
You may 'look on sands', or 'look on ledge', or even 'look <thing> on sands'
(or ledge).
You see Scarecrow, Riker, Shadii, Flizard, Jelly, Sorceress Polgara, Commando,
Blazal, Bevan, Pauli, Sunrise, Freya, Cherish, and Galavaunt here.
Chandelle, Valyn, Dalas, Irden, Maradydd, Cisusse, Klari, Maggie, Kyla, Alena,
Dinuj, Gepard, Jules, M'gael, Liessa, and Felassa are here.
Obvious exits:
Stairs Ledge
Ruulth> Jeretta heads down to be seated in the galleries.
[SearchFoo] Katarra drats!!
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Meant to do that.
Felassa says, "Ooh, a Green! That'll upset some betting..."
[SearchFoo] R'ea notes that it's just a z for you yanks. It's an s for us...
On the sands, Blarinum gulps, "Really!? But what about all those sharp
teeth... they're just babies! They don't even know how to /use/ them yet..."
he skitters some more behind the ex-steward. He blinks at the first
dragonet, his eyes wide. Not with aw or wonder, but with fear. He squeaks
and hides behind Fiora, ever watchful that his feet don't burn.
On the sands, Phredrik looking even dopier than usual looks at the others as
he enters and down at his own clothes and smiles, "Yeah they're great aren't
they." He allows a short laugh before his attention is grabbed by the
explosing egg, when his attention is turned completely to the emerging dragon.
On the sands, Maedrydd scowls as she is suddenly surrounded by riders,
allowing herself to be dragged away from the mass of candidates in her
confusion. "I don't know what I've done," she answers G'briel sharply,
digging her feet into the sand and hissing as the heat penetrates through the
soles of her sandals. Suddenly, she recalls the conversation with Zaselpha
and frowns. "This is ridiculous," she mutters, narrowing her eyes in the
direction of the angry gold, more disturbed than menacing.
[SearchFoo] Keria: @rename is easy.
On the sands, Three Ring Egg is all dark anticipation, all breathless
excitement, all the noisy murmuring that fades to silence as the show begins.
As the first egg cracks, it twitches in concert, reacting to its brethren as
if given the cue to begin.
Gepard ooohs tears coming to her eyes at the sheer beuty of that first
dragonet, " i want to be a rider," she whispers revrently
On the sands, G'briel nods to R'ea, catching the brown riders words, and takes
a sip of his own wine, still frowning at Maedrydd "Aye....very true. It's
not good to insult a gold...they tend to get a bit testy about it, especially
when they have eggs." Silly chit. "We'll both stand by her, Bali" he notes
idly "That way if one of us needs to leave to get a weyrling, one will be
here for her." He amends his frown a bit to smile faintly at Maedrydd
reassuringly "Worry not...Tajiath might not hold a grudge."
Dalas says,"Shards first hatched is a green." Looking a bit disappointed, did
he maybe have a wager on that? Or is it just that his superstitousness
peering through.
Maradydd wakes Val up right now. "The first egg's hatched!" She elbows Klari,
grinning in high good humor. "What do you think of it so far?"
On the sands, Creer would scream and wake up from the dream if he thought it
possible. Instead, the instructions of the past months kick in. He stays
alert and tries to stay out of the way of treading hatchlings if need be.
On the sands, Miraculously, Fiora is silent. Only side-stepping to put
Blithering Blari back in the forefront of the action. Slipping to Krillin's
other side again, she switches concentration between Maedrydd's little scene
and the rock shells. A convulsive swallow and wide darting eyes pretty well
sum up her emotions.
On the sands, S'era blinks, glancing towards R'ea. "She cheeked you? She got
wine with me. Though she wouldn't sleep with me -- not really fair, is it?"
The woman gives a faint shrug, followed by a savoured gulp of juice. Yep,
that's it. Juice. "Oh, well, nastyis fun to watch. Very fun to watch. I
love the excitement of hatching days!" Ahem.
On the sands, Sofina manages a smiles as she hears the nickname for Maedrydd.
Finally steping back to her place her hand reaches out for Rishi's. For
support or to stable herself. Seeing Phredrik enter then from the corner of
her eyes she mimes a good luck to him, though she is not sure if it is seen
or not, for her eyes are drawn the the eggs before them.
Ruulth> From Above the Sands, Uliaryth wings in from the upper entrance.
Ruulth> From Above the Sands, Uliaryth soars out the upper entrance of the grounds, heading back to the bowl.
On the sands, Rishi gasps loudly her eyes wide "a green" she says her voice
soft and awed "they're hatching" she blinks again and again grabbing
sofina's arm and hopping a little "Lookie!!!"
Above the sands, Uliaryth wings in from the upper entrance.
On the sands, Keria flexes up onto her toes, her sandals thick and protective,
this day. "Oh look! Is she not just the lovliest little Green? Like a jungle,
she is. Good job Tajiath."
[SearchFoo] R'ea will let that hatchling pose once, then hatch out the second
one?
Above the sands, Uliaryth soars out the upper entrance of the grounds,
heading back to the bowl.
Klari yawns deeply.
Klari has disconnected.
Alyssa appears at the top of the stairs in the very back of the galleries.
On the sands, Nicodemus's breath escapes between his teeth with a hiss of
suprise. His old worries fade at the presentation of new ones. Knees lock,
eyes widen, and not a word is spoken or even thought. Can you say terrified?
Chandelle smiles at the dragonet "it is beautiful" she says as she watches the
dragonnet still wanting to be down there on the sands.
Jules mutters, "Beautiful."
On the sands, Mara , in the midst of a vibrant conversation with some other
random candie, trails off in midsentance. "It hatched! And, It's green." she
smiles proudly, almost taking credit for that fact herself, but, of course
she's not really. Promise.
On the sands, Tajiath doesn't calm quickly, her head wanting to turn and look
about. She is drawn though, above to her dam and croons something dragonic
up toward the legdes. Slowly her attention focus, wings settling and tail
changing its rhythm. Her slender throad rumbles toward her first baby..
Valyn snores in appreciation of the first hatchling.
On the sands, R'ea nods decisively, raising her b voice so it'll carry to
G'briel as well as S'era. "Aye, she did. I warned her how pregnant women can
be, but it didn't stop her. Olkeryth just /adored/ all the scrubbing she did
on him, didn't want her to stop."
[SearchFoo] Katarra noddles.
On the sands, A young scamp of a Harper, standing near Creer, shifts uneasily
from foot to foot. He is half the Trader's age, and about half his size.
"Aintcha too big to a candidate?"
Gepard wipes her eyes on her sleeves sniffling lightly. "I want to be there,"
On the sands, Krillin sighs as he is forced to acquire his glowering look at
Blarinum again, "Well, since they are just babies, you should be able to
outrun them. Just make sure you run the other direction. I don't want to
have to dodge you." Oh, an egg hatched. Green. Oh well. Krillin isn't that
interested in a green..
On the sands, Big Top Egg doesn't even bother to twitch. Warm sand, a nice
hollow.....ahh.
On the sands, Creer cheers! Though not too terribly loud. It's Green, it's
joyful and... he won the bet. He looks at the young boy, considers jabbing
an elbow at him, but rather points at the Dragonet, "Keep your mind on the
moment, not my age. And we'll all find out soon enough I suppose."
On the sands, Amoret sighs at the sight of the beautiful green hatchling, her
heart pounds. "magnificent" Am manages.
On the sands, Sofina stops trying to catch Rishi's hand as her hand is felt
on her arm. As her attention is drawn to the hatched green she leans forward
and what does she do? stat the obviouse. "Rishi...Green..Rishi.." smiling
then as she raises herself back to her normal stance she wiggles her toes as
her eyes scann the other eggs.
On the sands, Phredrik momentarily thinks of the bet he just lost, but the
thought is quickly put aside as he watches the dragon, completely silent.
For a moment, he is frozen there watching, but a hand rises to his chest and
he comes to reality, watching the dragonet carefully, just in case he need to
get out of it's way.
On the sands, The young Harper scamp would dodge the blow, if it came, but
does turn his attention towards the little newborn dragons. "Mind on the
moment, mind on the moment, mind on the... what if its not the right moment?"
On the sands, Fiora just stands awed. Far different this than being in the
stands looking down. "One's hatched.", she whispers. Like the little one
need her, near silent, announcement.
On the sands, The majesty of Sefried's wealth of perfect hair has its
spotlight stolen by the first emergent dragonet. Well, isn't that always the
way; someone's always waiting to upstage you. The Herder-turned-Candidate
doesn't seem to be bothered at all, though, he just plants his hands jauntily
on his hips, lifts his chin, and looks mysterious. A girl from Keroon stares
for a second, then elbows her gossipmate-- "I hope a dragon snots in his
hair."
On the sands, Maedrydd folds her arms over her chest, her cheeks flushed in
anger as she slowly shifts from foot to foot, attempting to hide her
discomfort at the situation. Her nervous jitters gone in the flood of
furious indignation, she glares at the sands -- not at the gold, not at the
eggs, not even at the riders surrounding her. "Is this really neccessary?"
she mutters.
Alena falls into silence, her attention focused to intenly on the hatching at
hand to notice, or respond, to anyone's questions or comments.
On the sands, Rhia bares her teeth, sucking in her breath with eyes too-wide
and her heart in her throat. "Oh", she whispers to those at her side. And
again, with nothing more to say. "Oh."
On the sands, Joyful Trapese Artist Green Dragonet shakes off the last bits of
shell with a firm twitch of gleaming green wings, their leaf-dappled pattern
swaying with her movements like wind rushing through the branches of a tree.
A few halting steps are taken, testingly, her form a bit new yet for the
feline grace she imagines it is. One thing works though, her voice. One
loud happy creel is sent mother-ward and then she gives the candidates their
first good look. Hmm....
Dinuj nudges Alena, "Not too old, just too ..." he thinks a moment, "Allright,
too old." He grins, "But you've got to think, I'm too old, too. " He looks at
the sands again, "And I thought Creer was too old, too. That /is/ Creer,
isn't it? The one over there, near that harper kid."
Above the sands, Astrilth wings in from the upper entrance.
Ruulth> From Above the Sands, Astrilth wings in from the upper entrance.
Above the sands, Astrilth leaves for the Ledge.
Ruulth> From Above the Sands, Astrilth leaves for the Ledge.
Ruulth> Astrilth wings in from from above the Sands.
On the ledge, Astrilth wings in from from above the Sands.
On the sands, Jeroint -- a clumsy weyrbrat -- simply gawks at the first
dragonet, almost stumbling over himself with excitement. "Oh, look, look,
look, look." We get the idea, already?
On the sands, Bali snorts, "Yes it is, girl, if we say it is, and it is. Now
come down here with me. Yeees, you'll have fun over here, I promise." Bali
pauses before asking the girl, "So, what do you think of the green? Pretty,
or not your style?" Just making conversation.
On the sands, G'briel nods approvingly at the lovely green, whilst Llawenth
grumbles nearby, though the comment actually made is silent. It brings an
amused smile to Gabe's lips, however, and he looks back at the green standing
protectively over Maedrydd with affection "No love, I don't like her more
than you..." he murmurs assurance, adding something even more loving in his
mind which brings a croon from the green "J'sen, Bali..need a drink? It's
wine, but still cool." and the sands are hot. Maedrydd doesn't get the
offering, of course. She's just a candidate. They were meant to suffer.
On the sands, Cotton Candy Egg shifts more surely, twisting in its own little
sand dune, and rocking once, ddenly sending little hairline cracks shooting
across the shell...
Ruulth> Nira takes time to climb down carefully from her lifemate Astrilth's emerald neck.
On the ledge, Nira takes time to climb down carefully from her lifemate
Astrilth's emerald neck.
Klari stretches as she wakes up.
Klari has connected.
Ruulth> Nira heads down to be seated in the galleries.
On the ledge, Nira heads down to be seated in the galleries.
Nira walks down the stairs from the ledges above.
[SearchFoo] R'ea hatches?
On the sands, Cirque Du Soleil Egg waits anon, brighter than bright, and
darker than dark. A few shellshards dance along the upper edge,
reverberating again with the impatience of its dragon, for all the patience
of the shell.
[SearchFoo] Katarra nods. Go for it! =)
[SearchFoo] Vae: Haaaai. Two dragons out at a time is generally Gud. n.n
On the sands, Cotton Candy Egg :moves, sticky rainbow twisting suddenly,
delicious pinks and blues stretching in sugar coated movement. A decent rock,
and a head breaks free, capped gracefully by a section of shell. A great
crack tears the sweetness apart, and Cotton Candy Egg breaks to send
Comically Clumsy TightropeWalker Green Draonet sprawling onto the sands.
On the sands, Comically Clumsy Tightrope-Walker Green Dragonet
On the sands, Brightness envelopes this dragon with brilliant lime vivacity,
swirled by blithe hints of apple brushing over the chubby form like the
caress of a refreshing midsummer-breeze. Lemon warmth freckles over delicate
headknobs, clinging to her crown - but a puff of chartreuse disturbs the
luster, scattering it across her head to blossom over a blunt muzzle.
Similar sunshine streaks over blunted neck-ridges, dappling them with the
primrose that veils the plump underbelly. Wings are almost disproportionately
large, billowing membrane of fresh peppermint woven with sunflower and
amethyst petals.
On the sands, Rishi sighs softly "beautiful green!" she grins her eyes still
just wide as she lets out another small squeel "another green look sofie" she
points fanatically "beautiful" she hops a little more
[SearchFoo] G'briel ooo's! "Another pretty green!
On the sands, "Another green -- double the luck, don't you think?" S'era
almost seems to smirk, before the expression is drowned by another gulp of
w-- ah, juice. "If we're lucky, they might all be green!" She can hope,
can't she?
On the sands, Maedrydd sighs, her shoulders rising and falling with impatience
as she glances upwards at the hovering green and then out at the -now two-
greens on the sands. With a nonchalant shrug, she feigns disinterest, though
she sneaks in a second glance beneath lowered lashes. "Rather awkward
looking, I say," she answers matter-of-factly.
On the sands, Amoret 's brow arches as she sees the next two to make their way
into the world. Her heart races, her mind courses as she sees another Green
take its first breath. "Some juice for me?" she asks.
Dalas says,"Two greens in a row, that can't be a good sign, but they are
beautiful dragonets, and well its still a happy occasion," Said more to
himself than to anyone as his attention is on the proceedings on the sands.
On the sands, Sofina raises a warm hand to her lips as the egg she longed to
touch shatters. shaking her arm to try and get Rishi's attention she points
to the new green dragonet on the sceen. "They really are all hatching...so
vibrant!" She adds to Rishis comment.
On the sands, Tajiath bellows a hearty greeting to her first, a lovely
daughter. Golden haunches finally settle to the heated sands as she watches,
eyes awhirl with a mixture of emotional colors. Just as her head begins to
turn a bit, another hatches and grabs her attention once again. Katarra
beams beside her, giving the ashswept hide a pat. "They're beautiful, love."
On the sands, Creer smiles a wide smile. Heart pounding so hard you can see
it through the loose gown even. So much happening. His senses are assaulted
by images and sounds of pure joy. Dragonets hatching. Fellow candidates
wishing. To think, these relatively tiny beings can grow into something as
Great as the Great Gold who layed them. A hand is run through his hair and
again sweat is wiped from a brow. "Wonderful."
On the sands, Phredrik's eyes fly over to the next egg breaking apart. Two
greens? This is too much, he watches them both, his head going fromone to
the other, waiting, watching. He glances over to Sofina very briefly to give
her a smile, but then quickly turns his attention to the task at hand.
On the sands, Keria nods, delighted. "Green again, and so bright. See that,
Elorath? They are beautiful indeed."
On the sands, Krillin nudges Fiora as another green pops out of the shell,
"So, which one is yours?" So he is a little over confident. Although, he
does tend to be that way towards the ex-Steward. A curious look at the pair
of greens and Krillin shrugs. Still, not much of interest for him.
On the sands, Mara irratidly shoves her size five milions sleeves back up her
arms, only to have them fall back down three seconds later. "Sharding...anyway
s" she mumbles, only half her words intelligible. And, suddenly, her
robe-problems are forgotten, as another hatchling breaks free of it's
confines. "Green again.." she comments to a candie next to her. "Dimglow"
mutters the obviously /too/ nervous boy as he edges away from Mara.
On the sands, Lovely Bunch of Coconuts Egg wiggles and shakes, the colors
swirling just a bit as the egg rolls in the sand. The brown splotches
somehow look like they're getting bigger, but the egg suddenly goes still, at
peace (or as close as this egg can get to it) again.
On the sands, Nicodemus is frozen despite the overwhelming heat of the sands.
And he won't be thawing out for quite a long time if this keeps up. Another
shockwave of unsurity hits him aong with the sight of another green. His
thoughts quickly tottering between sheer nervousness and the intrinsic beauty
of the hatchlings.
On the sands, G'briel hides a smile, glancing over at Bali with a roll of his
eyes, then at Maedrydd "If that is the way you talked of Tajiath's eggs,
m'girl, then I don't wonder you are over here with us instead of out there
with the other candidates." He notes, "You say your dragon searched this
one, Bali?" He tsks, shaking his head. What is the world coming to?
On the sands, Three Ring Egg sparks, again, with violent motion, anticipation
fading into something more foreboding. Certainly the show is proceeding
according to plan, but the occupant seems to have its own plans on how things
are to progress. Lost in the din, there's a quiet noise: if one could get
close enough to put an ear to the shell, they'd hear the faint growling, like
thunder. It will be an entrance to remember.
On the sands, Blarinum squeaks again as Fiora steps away, and then steps
behind her again. He's /not/ budging from behind her! "Stop moving, Fiora!"
he says. At the mention of the second green, he squeaks again, and looks
around, quite paranoid.
On the sands, Rishi blinks and hops again pointing at the egg she's been
looking at "It moved!!" she exclames "it moved, really it did!" but its not
moving now "ir really really did!!" she looks at sofi "did you see it!!"
On the sands, Comically Clumsy Tightrope-Walker Green Dragonet lifts her head,
eyes croing before they focus on the sands ahead of her. So much white!
Slowly, carefully, oversized wings stretch out, and with a hearty shake, she
rids herself of egg goo, sending it flying out over some of the sands
inhabitants. With a pleased chirp, she tries a step, wobbling her way out to
hunt for...something.
On the sands, Rhia falters through the crowds to find herself, finally, front
and center... only the center keeps moving as different eggs keep hatching.
A little brown breaks out of its egg, and tumbles almost onto her feet before
gathering itself up. Without so much as a glance, it moves on and away.
On the sands, Fiora's head swivels between the two, beautiful daughthers of
Taji both. "I dunno.", she says with more than a hint of nerves in her voice.
"I don't even know if I should hope or think or shards...toss out a meat roll
or something!"
On the sands, Joyful Trapese Artist Green Dragonet takes her mother's bellow
as the encouragement it is and sends her feet forward with eagerness. Wings
stretch testingly as she goes, faster still in flight-like imitation. Oop!
A trip comes quickly on the bumpy sands and she nearly falls - just catching
her balance at the last moment. Her near-fall takes her into a cluster of
girls who screech and run in opposite directions.
On the sands, Big Top Egg is easily recognizable by garish color, and also by
the fact that it is the only egg not rocking now. Perhaps it is a dud? Or
perhaps the dragonet inside is just too lazy to make a push to reach the
outside. Whatever the reason, it sits in an island of silent motionless, its
solidity coagulating amidst the chaos of shattering eggs around it.
On the sands, Comically Clumsy Tightrope-Walker Green Dragonet's eyes /cross/
On the sands, Circus Balloon Eggshivers with a faint hint of movement -- just
to add to the excitement already on the sands. Then it stops. Not going to
pop yet!
On the sands, Keria laughs at Fiora, calling over. "You might try an entired
'beast, Candidate. But I doubt it would help."
On the sands, Amoret wipes the sweat from her brow as the heat takes its toll.
She watches the first green take a stumble, "oh" she mutters.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Any typical number of poses before impressing, or just
whenever?
On the sands, Sofina does not know where to let her eyes rest, eggs,
dragonets..so much to take in. Catching Phredriks smile she nods something
back before looking back to the sands as Rishi draws her attention to another
moving egg. "So many all together...where to look..." Though she finds that
her eyes linger on the two greens out there, making there first moves.
On the sands, The Harper beside Creer keeps babbling. "I mean, really. What if
this is the moment, and you take it, because you are so much bigger'n me?
When really its my dragonet and it just couldn't see me?"
On the sands, Krillin points at the 'Trapese Artist', "There you go, Fiora.
She's just as sure footed as you are.. You'd be perfect together." As for
her comment, he just shrugs, "Well, considering you don't have any pockets, I
doubt you are hiding any meatrolls.."
[SearchFoo] G'briel notes three or four is good?
[SearchFoo] Keria: Just give the candidate enough to respond to?
[SearchFoo] R'ea thinks 2 general, one more specific, one narrowing, and
impress?
[SearchFoo] Katarra noddles. K.
On the sands, Maedrydd gestures vehemently at the sands stretched beyond them
as her anger boils, her lips pursed into a pale line upon her face as her
brows furrow in petulant distaste. "They're /eggs/. Just.. eggs.." she
trails off and sighs. Eggs no longer, they're bursting left and right to
spill their contents on the sands. She sighs, her jaw clenching stubbornly
as she turns her gaze to the side, stil watching through the corner of her
eye as she offers an aura of disinterest.
Dalas says," I can't see to well, has anyone impressed yet?" He asks to the
gallery in general, watching the sands, craning his neck to see if any of his
friends have impressed yet.
Ella walks in.
On the sands, Sofina does not know where to let her eyes rest, eggs,
dragonets..so much to take in. Catching Phredriks smile she nods something
back before looking back to the sands as Rishi draws her attention to another
moving egg. "So many all together...where to look..." Though she finds that
her eyes linger on the two greens out there, making there first moves.
Alyssa shakes her head "I can't tell from here."
On the sands, Mara rolls her eyes disgustidly as those wherry-headed cliquey
girls scattter and run at the first sign of a dragon. "They don't have the
brains of tubers, do they?" This time, her wise words recieve a chourus of
agreements on all sides. Finally her wisdom is heeded.....
Chandelle nods her head looking down on the sands still wishing she was down
there "not yet" she says to him her eyes on the Ring of lions egg"
On the sands, Creer looks at the kid, "Look, if you're meant to ride, you've
plenty of chances left after this. A Dragon'll find you again." He looks at
the sands and considers what he's saying. Has he finally accepted that there
is a chance? "/Your/ Dragon will choose you if they are meant to." Silly
boy, hasn't he been to the classes? A Dragonet would sooner tear through an
obstacle than choose the wrong Candidate.
On the sands, Fiora shrugs at her pocketless state a self-deprecating laugh
easing a small part of her tension. Keria's quip causes a blush to rise and a
bit more of a chuckle. "Got one handy?", she calls back. A warning glance is
sent to Blari and Fi moves once again. "If you don't quit..", she says.
"..I'll throw /you/ out there!"
Maradydd just gives up on her cousin and focuses entirely on the event at
hand. Hmm. Is Nic just shifting his feet or is the poor dimwit about to pass
out?
On the sands, Nicodemus just seems to be all the more nervous by the closeness
of the two greens, even if that closeness is the other side of the
Candidates. All these eggs just suddenly bursting forth into hatchlings. . .
He flicks a bit of stray hair from his eyes in one of the only movements
he'll make on the sands tonight. Now back to being petrified.
On the sands, Bali snorts, "Your lifemate could be in there, you know,
Maedrydd. I wouldn't call them 'just' eggs. They're a very nice bunch, so
far." She looks at both greens and smiles, "Not nearly as pretty as Uli, but
they'll do, I suppose."
On the sands, Creer moves away from the nagging boy to join Mara. Safety in
numbers and who better to number with and another Enlander? "Hey." Is his
greeting as he inches over. "Two Greens. I ah... good luck Mara."
On the sands, Rishi watches the two greens that have hatched, "I know" she
says "soo much to watch" her head shakes slowly as the cluster of girls
scatter shreaking "oh dear" she comments softly as her eyes drift about,
looking at the eggs and the dragonets "oh boy"
Jules answers belatidly. "Not yet."
On the sands, G'briel is still amused, and leans against one green leg to
watch the hatching more comfortably, his feet shifting. Even at the edges,
this sand is sharding hot! "Hmmm...if they were just eggs, we'd have had
them for breakfast ages ago," he notes idly, taking a sip of wine as no one
else seems to want it. "What are you doing here, then" he asks of the
candidate, his question idle, his eyes on the hatching dragonets and their
paths across the sands to clumps of white-robec candidates "Standing on hot
sands, if they are just eggs?"
On the sands, Joyful Trapese Artist Green Dragonetstands stock still in the
spot where she recovered... er, that is stopped. She meant to do that of
course! A summersault aerial half-flip completely intentional for one born
to glide as she is. Yes, she moves on, ignoring the gaggle of girls.
Completely unsatisfactory. She takes a few shuffling steps, thinking about
her next trick. A partner would be nice... yes. Her tail twists with the
very thought. A laugh catches her attention... and she turns. That sounded
nice.
[SearchFoo] Bali hopes we get to imrpessing quicker?
[SearchFoo] Katarra is going to with the next pose.
On the sands, Amoret nods as she overhears Creers sagely advice. "They'll find
us alright." Amoret quips. She looks at the greens. She shifts her weight to
her right leg, finding just a bit of relief for her left.
[SearchFoo] Bali: It's already been an hour past, and it's going to take a
while. :) Coolies, Kat. :)
On the sands, The little brown that hatched near Rhia moves, past Creer and
the Harper, past the boys from Tillek, past everyone and noone. He cuts a
solitary figure, this little Brown, unnamed until a girl who was rigid with
anger blinks, blinks again, and falls down beside him. "Qidamth! Oh Qidamth!
I know I know I know. I waited for you."
Dalas thanks both Jules and Chandelle with a smile and a nod,glad he hasn't
missed anything yet. He watches the antics of the hatched dragonets, and
those that he is rooting for on the sands.
On the sands, The Keroon girl keeps watching in reluctant amazement as Sefried
keeps his calm, keeps his cool -- keeps his Pose -- though the dragons are
whizzing all about him. "Of course," she chatters to her friend, "They're
all greens. Sefried, he likes guys." The Herder shows no sign of having
heard, a wayward breeze tracing a lock of hair across his brow at the
predesigned angle. His moment will come. He'll dazzle them all.
[SearchFoo] G'briel ntoes that we can do the NPC as soon as kat impresses to
Fi?:)
On the sands, Comically Clumsy Tightrope-Walker Green Dragonet steps again,
tail lashing to keep her balance as she ventures forth. There's something out
there that must be found, and she'd better start searching. Accidentally
bundling headlong into a miner boy's knees, and lets out an apologetic cheep
as she backs away, taking another shaky step as she sets out once more. A
small piece of eggshell still balances atop her head, like a small hat, and
she eyes it with surprise as it suddenly falls off, and lands before her.
Fancy that!
On the sands, Mara grins at Creer. "Hey...getting a little tired of your
little friend over there?" she motions to the babbling Harper boy. Changing
the subject again, she points to the popcornin' egg. "So, what'r your bets on
that one?"
On the sands, The Kid looks up -- way up -- at Creer. "That's not really true
though", he says with all the pretention of a child, and weyrchild at that
before his Harper-days. "I mean sometimes a dragon doesn't choose anyone,
and then what? And sometimes it can choose more than one. You can see it.
I've seen it." Arrogant little man, this one.
M'gael looks distracted.
M'gael has disconnected.
[SearchFoo] S'era notes. I've got an hour left, so quickening mght be a good
idea?
On the sands, Maedrydd refuses to answer, the clenching of her jaw visible
beneath the flush of her cheeks as she changes her direction of attention,
watching the candidates beyond as they bond in the excitement of the moment.
Finally, her voice cracking, she answers quietly, "I don't know." She throws
a mutinous glance at the pair of dragonriders beside her. "I'm here, though,
aren't I?"
[SearchFoo] Vae is ready. >.<
[SearchFoo] Vae: Lemme at 'em. I'll moidelize 'em.
On the sands, Tajiath whuffles, sides billowing out with the effort. A soft
rumble still vibrates her throat, as the taptap of her tail indicates her
watchfullness. Muzzle dips and rises again as one trips, but.. ah..
recovers. Katarra sips her flask again, lips moving slightly with the
ongoing commentary between her and the young queen.
[SearchFoo] Katarra giggles.
On the sands, Blarinum pouts behind Fiora, and doesn't say anything. He's
silent. Quiet. See? He's not even there. So what if he's ruggedly handsome.
He doesn't want to be near those dragons!
On the sands, Phredrik watches the dragonets, his hand ever rubbing his chest,
his face slightly pained and his eyes sparkle as a small tear forms in a
corner of his eyes. He watches and watches, frozen in place, those lessons
seemingly forgot for the moment and it seems he is not in Ista at all and for
a second he loses his balance and nearly falls, snapping him back to the
present and he looks up at the hatching dragons. He stands up straight and
is finally ready.
[SearchFoo] R'ea is trying to wait for Soffina to pose. I'll just do it. One
more pose, then I'll impress.
On the sands, Cirque Du Soleil Egg dances some more, moving now to the
continued thrum of the dragons and the internal call to break free. It shifts
sideways, then back, cracking along the edges.
On the sands, Three Ring Egg is quiet. /Too/ quiet. Something's about to
happen--
On the sands, Krillin hears the word 'breakfast', which means food.. Which
causes Krillin's stomach to rumble. He looks around quickly, trying to find
the source of that word. Krillin could do with a bite to eat.. It has been
positively hours.. okay, an hour, since he last ate. To distract himself, he
peers at Blarinum, "Hey, she did say to get out from behind her.. Wouldn't
want Fiora to get gutted because your lifemate decided to run her over to get
to you."
On the sands, Sofina literally pulls her eyes away as a name is called
accross the sands. steping back beside Rishi she can not hold back her
smile. "Did ya see.." She ask, though her mind does not stay on that for
long. Watching the dragonets step and slide, call or cry she twiddles with
her fingers as if releasing her nerves. Finally getting control her herself
once again she breaths deeply which comes out in a deep sigh before she can
stop it.
On the sands, Amoret chuckles as Maedrydd casts once again the dismissal of
Impression "One that has you Mae, will change your mind about this whole
thing."
On the sands, Creer raises a brow and looks at the egg, "I couldn't begin to
guess." He winks at Mara, "I'm just going to jump out of the way when yours
runs over here." The boy gets a /look/.
[SearchFoo] Katarra hangs on a pose from Fiora...
[SearchFoo] Bali is going to explode... >.<
[SearchFoo] Vae cuts the noose-- "Don't be stupid! You've your whole life
ahead of you!"
[SearchFoo] Katarra duct tapes Bali back together again.
[SearchFoo] Katarra giggles at Vae. =P
On the sands, The Boy looks back, cheekily, then turns away from the Trader to
investigate a pair of little blues turning slow and intricate circles around
one another towards the candidates. "This moment. My moment. My dragon?" He
waits in eager anticipation.
[SearchFoo] Bali loves hatchings, but they're /dreadfully/ suspenseful!
On the sands, Nicodemus wishs everyone would be quiet for a bit. All that
noise is so tiring, all that color and light. He just needs to take a few
deep breaths, close his eyes and try not to get overwhelmed. . . . Everything
will be alright.
[SearchFoo] S'era sweeps up the rest of the pieces, and hangs them up in a
gallery. Modern art at its best. *grin* "I know what you mean, Bali!"
On the sands, Keria pushes at a stray lock of hair, damp now with sweat as it
clings to her forehead. She stretches out fowards, shaking out her hands. "I
didn't see those two hatch.. nice to see some more blue though."
On the sands, Fiora is standing straight, breathing deeply and steadily.
Blathering Blari fades into the background of her mind as surely he wants to
in reality. Squeezing Krillin's hand once more, she glances over to him and
just smiles..eyes a twinkle..."She tripped!", Fi grins.
[SearchFoo] Katarra wonders.. maybe she's in shock? It was a teeny bit
obvious who I meant with that last pose.... ;)
[SearchFoo] Bali uh-ohs. You're going to impress Fiora, and Blari's standing
behind her. Oh, the comical perfection!
On the sands, G'briel grins easily, eyes flicking from the two greens to a
little blue that finds a plain-looking girl from Tillek, though her eyes
shine with the wonder of impression "A good match, that one" he murmurs to
Bali over Maedrydd's head, ignoring the candidate for the moment. "Who do
you think the greens will go for? They're being a bit choosy, don't you
think?" He takes another sip of wine, finally answering Maedrydd, though his
words aren't overly encouraging "Well, you are here. But you are not out
there." He points out, a hand flicking towards the center of the sands, to
the other candidates. "You must have done something."
On the sands, Comically Clumsy Tightrope-Walker Green Dragonet almost
accidentally knocks over another candidate, her tail swinging wildly to
restore her balance. This is not working. All she's doing is crashing into
candidates, and whatever she's hunting for hasn't crossed her path yet. But
wait, what is this? A small sand dune comes into her line of vision, and she
sets off for it. What a perfect vantage point to spot out what she needs to
find. Tail swinging, she sets off, plump little form wiggling towards the
dune.
On the sands, The lone artist can go no farther. A warm burble of excitement
ripples from Joyful Trapese Artist Green Dragonet as she glides toward the
One who will be her partner forever. Awkward gait becomes fluid with
eagerness, all hesitation thrown to the side in one final rush toward her
safety net, Fiora. Nearly knocking right into the girl, sun-dappled muzzle
lies with a thunk against Fiora's chest, whirling eyes gazing upward with an
undying love for all to see.
On the sands, Joyful Trapese Artist Green Dragonet's whirling gaze fixes upon
Fiora.
Crew> >> Paniliath has awakened! <<
Maradydd leaps to her her feet, nearly knocking over the snooze-slumped Valyn
in her haste. "Oh, alright, Fiora! Yeeee-hoo!" She whoops it up for the
fellow former Enlander (what a mouthful that is).
[SearchFoo] Katarra sees that for the first time. Coolies. =)
>> Elorath ripples her delight. >> Paniliath. Welcome. << <<
On the sands, Amoret smiles as she watches 'her' egg spring into motion.
"There precious" she whispers
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On the sands, Three Ring Egg is not enough to contain the greatest show on
earth any longer; all that glamorous color and sparkle is violently flaked
away by a force far more feral and fierce. A paw, a head -- and then he is
/there/, freed, and someone should summon the keepers for he will not easily
be trapped again.
On the sands, Runaway Tiger Blue Dragonet
On the sands, Dragon, dragon, burning bright: the pale-edged hoarfrost of the
night paints this creature a cold, siberian blue to frame all his fearful
symmetry. Jungle-shadows stripe along an already-svelte, feline build,
markedly so across the breathtaking span of aspiring wings; the fire of his
eyes burns to back the subtle threat of wickedly sharp talons on those dread
feet. Uncontrolled, uncontained, and never to be truly mastered, this world
is his to prowl.
Valyn stays awake just long enough to see everyone start to cheer. Ouch! The
noise! "Just. . . .oh Mardy. Sit down. . . " He turns in his chair and
settles back into sleep mode.
A boisterous cheer bursts forth from the Enlanders, some of them rising from
their seats/
>> Veluth echos! >>Welcome little green beauty! <<
[SearchFoo] Keria: Wow. Nice Blue.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Can I have it?
On the sands, Mara eyes the Boy blandly. "You'll just have to wait your turn.
When one wants you, it'll be there in seconds. " And, back to Creer, "Mmm..if
only...I'll be jumping out of the way for yours, Creer. "Eyes grow wide, as
beyond Creer, she see's Fiora. "Fi!!! Oh...Creer, lookit! Fiora...green...Fior
a..."she stops squeaking long enough to catch her breath, before beaming.
/Her/ very own aunt.
Dalas smiles as Fiora impresses the green," Congratulations Fiora!" He calls
down to her, then looking to see if the candidate that was knocked down by
the other dragonet is ok.
[SearchFoo] Vae: I could have him maul you. *.*
[SearchFoo] G'briel grins "Heh...you have a gold...you want a blue, too?
[SearchFoo] Keria: Really?
[SearchFoo] Katarra pfffbts.
>> Uliaryth trumpets her own welcome. >>Another green for the weyr! Welcome,
Paniliath!<< <<
Jules shouts! "First Impression!"
>> (Ista Weyr) Ruulth warbles delightedly. >>Welcome, little one!<< <<
On the sands, Fiora looks up with eyes of shimmering emerald tears.
"Paniliath...Her name is Paniliath"., she beams.
On the sands, Amoret gasps as she sees the most spectacualar being "Oh, he's
gorgeous!" Amoret's eyes well with tears, hope beyond hope she casts to
Runaway Blue. "Oh beauty." Amoret heart soars with love.
Maradydd looks back at Jules smirkingly. "Never get a second chance, eh?"
>> (Ista Weyr) Llawenth adds her own welcome, though it isn't quite as
effusive. Just what she needs, another green who is shinier. But she
croons, <<Welcome, little one>>, her tone not /quite/ obviously grudging... <<
On the sands, Keria's attention catches, as it has to, on the escaping
innocence of the latest little blue. "Wow", she says in a hush. "I mean.
Wow."
On the sands, And now a blue! Creer is amazed. Amongst the confusion, his
eyes find Fiora. He smiles widely and a tear actually forms in his eye,
happiness for his old friend, "Oh my! Oh my." His smile threatens to push
his ears up atop his head and he pats Mara on the back, "Never a doubt to me
though. Paniliath."
Cisusse looks distracted.
Cisusse has disconnected.
>> (Ista Weyr) Vuiyth's mind bubbles with irridescent joy. >> Oooh, ooh,
ooh, hello, welcome! I wonder,, though... well, welcome! << <<
On the sands, Wait a minute. Blarinum's shield just impressed. Uh-oh. That
gree is tooo close! He scampers away to hide behind none other than Krillin.
"Help! Help!" he whimpers and hides behind him.
Jules just grins impishly.
On the sands, Sofina watches with longing eyes as one of the greens walks
towards the group. Sudenly as she watches the moment and realises what she
is seeing she gasps. "Rishi..Rishi!" she calls and hushes herself as it comes
for more that a wisper. "Oh..Fiora Impressed green!" She exclames, then as a
name is mentiond Sofina has to control herself not to clap or cheer. Instead
she speaks quietly. "Oh..Congratulations Fi!!"
Maggie sits up a little straighter. "Look Caith. I told you Blues /could/ be
cool."
On the sands, Runaway Tiger Blue Dragonet does not cheep, does not flutter
around cutely, doesn't look to momma: he curls those long, sharp talons into
the sand and /str-e-e-e-e-tches/ in slow, determined motion, eyes sliding
open to burn at the jungle of white before him. It was crowded in that egg.
It was prison. He is /not/ amused, and someone will pay.
On the sands, Maedrydd shakes her head, jaw shifting, the grinding of her
teeth almost palpable perhaps as she continues to scowl in a petulance far
beyond her turns. "No, I'm not, and I have no idea what I've done," she
denies stubbornly, dismay flashing across her face before she covers it with
a smirk at Fiora's Impression. "I knew it.." she mutters to herself.
On the sands, Phredrik eyes fall to the new blue, and he smiles broadly at it
and watches it, ducking quickly out of the way of another clumsy dragonet
just in time to hear Fiora's call. He smiles to her and glances to Sofina,
wondering how she is faring in the midst of this near chaos.
Dalas looks over at Maradydd, wondering what she means by second chance, then
his attention is back on the sands, looking at the dragonets that are now
hatching.
On the sands, Nicodemus barely catches the impression, but he hears the cheers
and eyes open in suprise. A horse whisper emerges from the taciturn
woodcarver's throat. "Fiora?!" Finally he gains his voice.
"Congratulations Fiora!" he says across the way.
On the sands, Cresting a small sand dune created during her dam's cburying of
her eggs, Comically Clumsy Tightrope-Walker Green Dragonet pauses to look
around, her abrupt half sending up a cloud of sand, and eliciting a small
sneeze. Small, but large enough, for the movement sends her tumbling down her
small mound, tip over tail, one oversized wing caught up in an uncoordinated
foot, straight into a pair of knees. Untangling herself, she lets free a
soprano warble of joy as she gazes up at one destined to save her from many
more accidents: Sofina.
On the sands, Comically Clumsy Tightrope-Walker Green Dragonet's whirling gaze
fixes upon Sofina.
Crew> >> Yebanth has awakened! <<
On the sands, The colors swirl a bit more as Lovely Bunch of Cocunuts Egg
wiggles and waggles, it's shell expanding, rather like a balloon, and then
deflating. Rest, for just a moment...
On the sands, Krillin beams from ear to ear, grinning down at Fiora, "See, I
told you that one was yours." he would give her a hug too, but, she does
seem to be rather busy at the moment.. So, he just beams at her and shifts
from side to side.. Getting awful hot out here.
On the sands, J'sen makes his way across the sands to the newly Impressed
Fiora, and her new green. "Fiora, Paniliath, if you could follow me to the
side, we'll make sure you're taken care of."
[SearchFoo] Bali is going to wait a pose or some.
On the sands, Fiora tears her gaze away for just a moment to beam up to
Krillin. "Seems I should have listened..eh?"
On the sands, G'briel grins over at Keria, then up at Elorath..."Hope she
doesn't get jealous is murmued in an aside to Bali," before he watches the
blue with admiring eyes "Have to admit, though...she's right." He nods down
at Maedrydd, not concerned now with what she did to be kept at the edge of
the sands..."Ah....a good match for Fiora!" he notes approvingly, watching
J'sen move to get the newest addition to the Weyr.
>> (Ista Weyr) Ruulth bugles a bit louder. More greens are a good thing!
>>Welcome, Yebanth!<< <<
On the sands, Sefried straightens somewhat as the blue appears, one hand
reaches back to smooth at his hair. Ah, well, isn't /he/ a pretty one. The
Keroon girl, from where she's ducked behind her friend, nods sagely even as
she sweats. "See? Told you he likes guys."
On the sands, Rishi gasps "beautiful blue!" she says softly and pokes at sofi
"lookit!" she giggles "this is so exciting" she giggles again though her
hands and legs are shking as she cheers for Fi.... then she squeels
"SOFIE!!!!" she calls out then quickly clasps her heand over her mouth that
was loud! "congrats!!!" her smile is huge
Madri walks in.
On the sands, Fiora heads out towards the main bowl.
On the sands, Paniliath heads out towards the main bowl.
On the sands, Rhia watches those to the right and left of her impress,
unwilling to move now that she has a clear view of the eggs. Eggs. And all
the little dragonets. She too tracks the little tiger-blue with her little
lamb-grey eyes: hungerhungerhunger.
On the sands, Fiora walks carefully onto the hot sands, making sure not to
disturb the queen or her eggs.
[SearchFoo] Bali has Fiora come back...?
On the sands, Paniliath walks carefully onto the hot sands, making sure not to
disturb the queen or her eggs.
On the sands, Amoret looks lovingly at the blue, her heart races as she
watches his gracful stretch. "He's gorgeous." she musters.
On the sands, Nicodemus's first cheer quickly melts into a second.
"Congratulations Sofina!" He's actually starting to loosen up a bit. . .
probably because he's not looking at the ever-imposing eggs.
On the sands, Sofina hears the trill befpre her eyes meet the greens before
her. with a sudden gasp she realeases the name that reaches her mind.
"Yebanth...her name is Yebanth" Her voice getting loader with more
confidence as she goes. closing the final distace Sofina looks up to the
golden queen a smiles fixed in position.
On the sands, G'briel's smile widens even more as one of those searched by
Llawenth impresses, and he moves with long strides out to the sands' center,
his approval apparent, echosed by the bugle from his green; she chose well,
even if it means another green at the Weyr.
[SearchFoo] Bali: Okay, it's time for Maedrydd to impress something. G'briel,
pose something to make her miserable, would you? ;) *giggles* That, or I will.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Can we hatch another as well?
Chandelle smiles as Sofina impresses "Thats a girl" she yells down to her.
On the sands, Amoret looks at Sofina with warmth. "She is precious Sofina>"
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Yep!
On the sands, It's to the prowl that the beast goes; Runaway Tiger Dragonet
slides into feral, fateful motion, his hide a symphony of light and dark with
each movement, the stripes confusing the outline of his frame. And that's
how he likes it, mysterious and unpredictable, deadly and dangerous. No
telling where he'll go, no telling what he'll do -- and still those eyes
/flame/, with dread purpose.
Dalas jumps up and gives a yodleing hoot, as Sofina impresses,"
Congratulations Sofi! " He yells waving at her, two good friends having
impressed, his joy runs over a bit.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Nic's up nxt?
On the sands, Krillin just shakes his head at Fiora, "Silly girl." And then
another Candidate is Impressed. Hmm.. Hey, Krillin was so busy looking at
the greens he completely missed the arrival of the blue. Not a bad looking
chap.. Although, he could use a few relaxation tips.. Awful energetic.
On the sands, Bali smirks to Maedrydd, "I just know you'd like to impress one,
huh? Well, I felt the same way. Heh, Uli was the last out of her clutch..."
and the rider continues her chatter.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Maedrydd's turn. Then Nic.
[SearchFoo] Bali: Nope, Maedrydd.
[SearchFoo] Bali will pose!
[SearchFoo] G'briel grins "Heh.....I shall try..:) She's hard to make
miserable, though. Let me see what she poses next, and I'll do it as soon as
I get to the edge again with Sofina? Maybe rub it in that she has to stand
with the weyrlings with no dragon...hmm.
On the sands, Lovely Bunch of Coconuts Egg vibrates with a small shudder, a
little shake. An expectant pause ensues. Then, it ripples a little more,
shifting and shuddering on the sands. Desert's tawny hues stretch and
strain, rose and ebony repelling each other until they crack with sudden
surprise. Crazed hints of blackness appear, then pause. Waiting for the
perfect instant... and then shards melt away like smoke before the wind to
reveal.... the Magician!
On the sands, Midnight Magician Blue Dragonet
On the sands, Incised from indigo-toned obsidian into an arrogant monolith,
subtle shades of magenta and mulberry marble the dark dark hide until it is
shot through with irridescence. His form portrays some slightness, an
illusion created by a lean and compact build. Limbs, neck and tail
proportions are well matched to a sinewy body, kept so by magnificent wings
that sweep back from husky shoulders in an incandescent mantle. Spars are
lined with zaffre, cobalt crazing velvet sails until they fray into
glittering amethyst sparks.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Oh, thought Mae was already on the onramp. :>
[SearchFoo] Vae: AHH!
[SearchFoo] Vae: Isn't that Krillin's? o.o
[SearchFoo] Bali: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
On the sands, Fiora crouches off to the side now. Arms around her ..yes...'her
lifemate'. Joy rushes out of her heart and into her eyes for all the world to
see.
Sanlia appears at the top of the stairs in the very back of the galleries.
[SearchFoo] Bali: Okay, it's krillin's turn?
[SearchFoo] Katarra: No, Krillin isn't till the end.
On the sands, Phredrik gaze travels to Sofina. He stands there staring, just
staring completely unable to say anything. Finally, he smiles broadly and
begins to clap, tears running down his face for his friend. He stops taken
by it all, it's just too much for the moment and his looks at the newly
hatched blues.
[SearchFoo] Vae coughs. Well, that's one less dragon I have to worry about.
n.n
[SearchFoo] Kyla chuckles.i.t happens and I think it is now.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Next is Maed, then Nic.
[SearchFoo] Bali: Not anymore.
[SearchFoo] Vae: Yah, Magician hatched, so. Blue and blue. n.n;
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Oh yikes!!!!
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Who did that?
[SearchFoo] Vae: THE SHOW MUST GO ON! Milk it, Bali.
On the sands, Amoret looks at the blue, who is out for his quest. Amoret
stands tall, shaking in her new boots. Her mind full of thoughts as tears
roll from her eyes. She says nothing as another blue emerges.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Mistakeys. :> Keep going.
[SearchFoo] Katarra quickly jumps in. I'm doing Krillin
[SearchFoo] Bali thought the lovley coconut egg was Maedrydd's???????????
[SearchFoo] Kyla: Obnoxious Bali..plays with his wings like a cape.
[SearchFoo] Kyla: He likes to be center of attention..that should help
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Maed's is the RIng of Lions
On the sands, Rishi blinks as she sees that egg move again "its moving
again!!" she exclames and pulls a near by candidate by the arm "lookit!!
lookit!! ohh and look at tha blue!!" she blinks again "IT HATCHED!!!" she
exclames as a blue comes out of Lovely bunch of coconuts Egg "Oh How
beautiful!" she exclames as she grasps her fellopw candidates arm, her eyes
beging to tear up with happy tears.
Irden looks distracted.
Irden has disconnected.
[SearchFoo] Bali wahaaa?
[SearchFoo] Kyla: You are puppeting him, aren't you Bail?
[SearchFoo] Kyla: Bali.
Sanlia walks in, looking for a nice place to watch from.
[SearchFoo] Katarra is doing Krillin. Bali's doing Maed.
[SearchFoo] Bali: Kat just said she was?
On the sands, Nicodemus's head turns back to the eggs now to find, shock!, two
more blues inhabiting the sands. And both so self-assured it unnerves him.
Here hs is twenty-two turns and hatchlings out of their shells for less than
a minute have more self-assurence than he does. Time to freeze again. . .
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Go ahead with Maed whenever you and Gabe are ready, Bali.
*hug*
Klari yawns deeply.
Klari has disconnected.
On the sands, Mara nods absently to Creer, before, yes, the other green
impresses. "Good job..uh..Sofina!" she calls. Catastrophe averted yet again!
Yes! "Look, Sofina got the other green." What, are the colors coming in
pairs? Two greens, then two blues. Yup probably. "Hey....I bet green on that
one egg." she points to the coconuts egg. "There go my marks....ah well, blue
is close. Maybe I'll only loose half." mutter mumble..mutter.
[SearchFoo] Kyla: Ohs..I have no idea :) and shuts up :D
[SearchFoo] Katarra just has to balance myself and Taji with Krillin's dragon
at the same time. ;P
On the sands, Sefried stands his ground, one arm raised as he.. /points/, to
the Tiger. It's apparent he has every intention of taming the beast, and the
Keroon girl gapes. "Are you out of your sharding mind? Does he /look/ like
he's the type to be dazzled by your stupid hair?!"
On the sands, G'briel reaches Sofina and smiles down at the girl and her new
green, Yebanth "A lovely dragonet...congratulations. Come to the side with
her, and we'll get out of the way of the hatching, hmm?" He waits, a smile
on his face, herding the two to the edge of the sands.
On the sands, Maedrydd sighs, continuing to shift upon the sands, discomfort
emminent as the heat penetrates the soles of her sandals. She shakes her
head at Bali, her jaw shifting forwards as she glares at the sands. "And how
would you know that?" she replies, her contralto husky with guarded emotion.
Clearing her throat, she glances at Bali. "Just because everyone else out
there wants it... why should I?" She gestures and then slaps her chest, a
little harder than she'd intended.
On the sands, Cirque Du Soleil Egg dances faster, keeping everything in
balance as it rolls around from side to side: redgold, blackbrown, redgold,
blackbrown. And then, as it spins slightly, it turns to browngreen,
blueblack, browngreen, blueblack.
[SearchFoo] Bali sent in something for the lovely bunch of coconuts egg for
Maedrydd...? Okay, well, it's alright. >.< *explodes even more*
[SearchFoo] G'briel hrms "So we are doing Krilling next, then Maedrydd, then
Nic? I can wait a bit, and so can Nic.
On the sands, Krillin snaps his fingers as an idea pops to his head, "Hey, I'm
Steward now." After all, he was Assistant Steward before he was Searched.
Then outcomes another blue. They do seem to be coming out in pairs.. Two
greens, Two blues. Although, the blues are of more interest to Krillin.
On the sands, Creer just tries to keep up with it all. The impression of
friends, the hatching of new Dragonets, the having to get out of the ways.
Perhaps he is too old for all of this. The heat of the sands finally starts
to wear through his soles and he shifts to ward it off. Nodding to Mara he
smiles, "Sofina. It's odd they come in pairs."
[SearchFoo] Bali is going to send Maedrydd's out just as soon as the magician
does another pose.
[SearchFoo] S'era: It could be worse. You could have accidently impressed the
wrong dragonet to the wrong person -- and I _have_ seen that happen before.
[SearchFoo] Keria: That puts an NPC at the end, which is not realy very nice
to do to the Candidates.
On the sands, Sofina grasps Rishis arm once more before her hands go to the
most amazing, colourful green which stand before her. Finally grasping
G'briels words she help to guide 'her' green to the side.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Though he is bronze, so I suppose it will not matter much.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Or does everyone know if they are/are not impressing?
On the sands, Sofina hugs fiora
[SearchFoo] S'era: Hatch all three at once at the end?
Dalas smiles looking around, so far no serious injuries, so all is well with
him, the little dragonets finding their lifemates, and making good choices it
would seem, he takes a moment to look around the galleries at all the folk
there.
[SearchFoo] S'era edit the name so that it's got (NPC) in brackets?
On the sands, Rishi gasps "another egg moving" she looks around trying to take
everything in at one time, her friends impressing, watching the paths of the
dragons and eggs.
On the sands, Midnight Magician Blue Dragonet appears suddenly. Tada! He
stands erect, muzzle lifted in performer's pose. Cool, huh? Taking a few
steps, he flips midnight-dark wings in cape-like effect, cool gaze scanning
over the audience of white before him.
Sanlia walks down the stairs to the entrance.
Ella snuggles deeper into the crook of her arm I'm up. I'm up" she murmurs
Just one more minute pleas......"
Ella has connected.
Jules smiles at Dalas. "Having flashbacks?", she asks kindly.
[SearchFoo] Katarra moves that last NPC up then. Just hatch it /before/
Rhia's.
Jena appears at the top of the stairs in the very back of the galleries.
On the sands, Ring of Lions Egg rolls a bit, impatient and prowling around.
It's trying to get out. Very hard. It shudders with effort, and goes
still... but only for a moment.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: And no, everyone doesn't know if they're impressing or
not.
On the sands, G'briel overhears Maedrydd's words as he herds Sofina and
Yebanth to sand's edge, his brow raising "Well, no worries, girl. You are
not likely to impress one all the way over here. The dragonets will
concentrate on the candidates out there.." And he smiles approvingly at
those who have impressed so far, making sure they are alright before looking
back out at the sands...
On the sands, Amoret stands firmly, her heart races as she watches yet another
egg move. She laughs as Midnight Magician appears. "Ahhh
On the sands, Rhia continues to track the Tiger, her eyes wide with delight.
Framed only by the white of her robe, she waits anon.
[SearchFoo] Bali ohs! G'briel! Perfect pose!
Liessa says, "Jen! Over here! I kept you a space!"
[SearchFoo] Bali will send out the Lion-Tamer!
[SearchFoo] Keria: And impress the last 2 NPCs quickerly. Rhia works at the
end, as she is not here yet anywyas.
On the sands, Runaway Tiger Blue Dragonet lashes his tail but once, and it's
all the warning a small knot of robed innocents get -- the pounce is swift,
it's many-clawed, and it's foiled only by the fact that the candidates spring
away like deer and the hatchling youth of those muscled legs. He lands with
a thump and then hunches, coils, all cold deadly blue against the night-dark
of the sands, eyes haunted with a red beyond blood that flows. Just then,
motion catches his attention, and his snout swings to point at -- Sefried.
Oh, /this/ is interesting. You think you can handle him, little boy?
Dalas seeing Jules he smiles," Some, and a little envy too I suppose, though
it is a joyful occasion, how is Veluth doing?" He asks looking over at the
ledge," I hope he is staying well, you look real good too by the way."
Smiling as he takes in her appearance.
[SearchFoo] G'briel hrms "Why not do Nic last, then? Just switch em? It
would work out well, because Nic can be here to the end, and the Big top egg
hasn't even moved yet:) And do Maedrydd now so that we don't torment her too
much. Yes, Bali!:)
On the sands, Circus Balloon Egg shifts slightly in its nest of sand before
stilling. I'm still not hatching. Nyah, nyah, nyah.
Jena blinks and looks to Liessa, hearing her name, thinking she is just on
time. "Hmm? Good...I didn't miss anything." she says proudly and sits near
Liessa. "Wow..."
On the sands, Rishi's follow the Midnight Magician blue Dragonet "how
beautiful" she squeeks and smiles as Sofi and the candidate she's grabbed
On the sands, Ring of Lions Egg rolls and twists, dances and sings in a
delirious attempt at making itself more known. Colors swirl and start to mix
as the shell cracks and shatters into countless fragments. With a triumphant
creel and a stretching of cramped limbs, Empathic Lion Tamer Brown Dragonet
emerges.
On the sands, Empathic Lion-Tamer Brown Dragonet
On the sands, Gleaming amber and almond thread crosswise to dominant streaks
of smoky, rich mahogany over his striking form, pure Tiger's Eye shimmering
with the kiss of indistinct olive. Yet amber mist lingers over haunch,
forearm, and flowing wings, shrouding luminous hazel 'sails, wingtips and
claws ablaze with the aureate glitter of gold. Touches of gilt cling to
craggy neckridges, hazy and shining from whip-like tail to svelte throat and
head.
[SearchFoo] G'briel notes that there will still be Phredrik out there, so Nic
won't know, right?
[SearchFoo] Vae will impress the NPC soon, etc.
Liessa grins at jena "Sofina and Fiora Impressed! It was so cool!
Gepard shrugs, "You got that one right dalas!"
On the sands, Yebanth croons in a high pitch from rhe place where Sofina has
taken them to stand.
Dalas smiles and says,"Well I didn't lose any marks on that one, no one bet me
it would be a brown," Chuckling as the ring of lions egg hatches.
[SearchFoo] G'briel notes you just tell me when to send NIc's out...:) That
works for me.
Jena blinks. "Sofina /what/?" she asks, her eyes going wide. "What?" she asks
again and shakes her head. "I didn't..." she says, feeling unable to speak.
Chandelle looks down at Dalas "I think I win that bet Dalas" she says as she
looks at the Brown emerige from the Ring of Lions egg.
[SearchFoo] Katarra nods but hates to do that to Phredrik... *giggle* Ok,
Gabe.
[SearchFoo] G'briel nodnods, and notes its going to happen regardless, isn't
it? To Phredrik, that is.
[SearchFoo] Keria thinks Nic and Phredrik asked to know anyways?
On the sands, Nicodemus wishes he could disappear into the background, but
these white robes prevent that. Probably they made them white just for that
purpose, to prevent Candidates from hiding. Eyes can't help but follow the
trails of the hatchlings as they make their merry way across the sands to
waiting candidates.
[SearchFoo] G'briel knows Nic did....
Liessa throws an arm round her little friend.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Phredrik didn't.
[SearchFoo] Keria loveloveloves that Blue, Vae. I want him. C'mon.
On the sands, Sefried has but been waiting for a partner, and he knows talent
when he sees it; as the dragon turns to give him glance he does not flinch or
turn away, though those that were standing 'round have given him a /very/
clear berth. Either he'll Impress or be ripped to shreds; either way, the
Herder will be no more.
On the sands, Empathic Lion-Tamer Brown Dragonet shakes himself free of the
debris from his shell. Ahh. It's good to be out, isn't it? He wiggles up on
his four legs. Is there a lion about he can tame? Oh, only his brother, just
a few minutes older than he. That would work, but he doesn't really want
/him/. He wants something... Some/one/...
On the sands, Krillin nudges Blarinum, "Hey, you should really start to pay
attention. Fiora isn't in front of you anymore." That said, Krillin turns
back to the dragons, whose population has increased by another one. A brown
this time. Getting better and better all the time.
[SearchFoo] G'briel hrms "Well, do Rhea at the very end then? And Nic in Rheas
place?
Jena grins, with a tear in her eye. "I've known Sofina for just about a turn.
You have no idea how great a friend she was when I was here at Ista..."
shaking her head, while she speaks.
Valyn lets out a rather stiffled snore and turns in his chair again, flinging
an arm across Mardy in an attempt to get comfortable.
[SearchFoo] G'briel thinks that would work well.
[SearchFoo] Keria points up up.
On the sands, Jeroint half hides behind a rather helpfully large candidate
nearby. "Woah. Look at that -- a brown." Um. Yay? "Eggs are hatching."
He isn't blonde, is he? "Look. Hatchlings." Must be blonde. Ignore the
fact that the hair is dark -- he's bgot the natural intellect of a blonde
proddy greenrider, don't you think?
[SearchFoo] Katarra: NPC next, then Nic, then NPC, then Rhia.
[SearchFoo] G'briel missed it in spam. "Okay. Works.
Maradydd expects that beacon-headed candie with the smug smile is just the
type to get mauled. She leans forward. The suspense is delicious.
On the sands, Maedrydd swallows, her eyes flashing with a moment of unguarded
feeling, the expression suddenly hidden behind the curl of her lip and the
disdainful arch of haughty brows. "Oh.. I see.. you intend to keep me from
Impressing by keeping me from the dragons." She laughs bitterly and points,
giving the first indication of attention at the hatchlings. "You must think
me stupid. Even /I/ know that a dragon will seek it's lifemate where he or
she may be... you /can't/ keep them away from me over here." The vehemence
of her last words indicate a height of emotion she attempts to contain.
Jules replies, "I'm fine thanks Dalas, nice to see you made Journeyman!
Congrats!" She grins, "Veluth's fine too..he asked if you are careful not to
fall?" Must be a private joke
[SearchFoo] S'era: Poke me when you want my NPC to hatch.
On the sands, Mara exasperatedly attempts yet again to yank up her stupid
sleeves. It doesn't work. It will never work. Curse these big tuber bags.
"Yeah, they are kinda pairing, arn't they. " She tilts a head at the next
draggie. "A brown...the next could be a brown then." Eyes alight as a blue
goes to one who's name..well, she never really learning. Her fault.
[SearchFoo] Vae bonks Keria. Brings out the Tiger in you, don't he.
On the sands, Rishi smiles and hops as a brown emerges from one of the eggs
"oh wow... wow... wow" she just says over and over again
[SearchFoo] Katarra: S'era, you ready to do your NPC.... *grin* As soon as
one of these ones out there impress, k?
On the sands, Blarinum shakes his head. "NO! I'm not going /anywhere/ near
them." He's scooted himself behind Krillin now, ya see. He doesn't even
notice dragons popping up all over the place.
[SearchFoo] S'era: Righteo!
On the sands, Creer nudges Mara, "A mighty Brown. I'll like to see who live
to sit atop that one." He grins widely, scanning the crowd. His eyes spot
the two folks he'd put money on and so he makes a private bet.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Call me Tony.
On the sands, Amoret watches the Herder. She shakes her head at his antics.
Yet her eyes do not leave the first blue.
[SearchFoo] Bali laaaaaaaaughs!
Maradydd flinches as she gets whacked from behind. Carefully and none too
kindly, she shoves Val's arm right back on his side of the bleachers.
Chandelle looks distracted.
Chandelle has disconnected.
Nira glances over at Valyn. She would have never noticed him in the crowded
gallery....but the snore has irritated her, "Tuberboy?! Great....come to a
hatching to sleep. How rude you harpers can be..." Nira shifts in her seat,
re-settling Nyren and Mysen on her lap...which will soon be way to small for
the both of them.
On the sands, "Eggs hatching. People Impressing. Me candidate. You --
candidate, too?" Maybe its the shock of standing on the sands. It does that
to some people. Or Jeroint might be drunk. That could be it.
On the sands, Phredrik watches the brown as he comes into the world, trying to
keep his own focus on the event and calm himself. He fiddles with his robe a
bit and looks to the blues, well one seems to have found someone. He smiles
softly and looks to the other blue still stumbling around and then to the
other eggs.
Dalas looks at Chandelle and says," Oh, I thought you bet it would be blue?
Though I could be wrong, If you say so I won't quibble," giving the two marks
to the woman, "Tell Veluth I am very careful and I thank him for his
concern." Keeping the joke between the dragon and himself for now.
[SearchFoo] Keria laughs. Who i splayign Jeroint?
On the sands, G'briel shrugs at Maedrydd, his expression unreadable "Actually,
we aren't the ones who put you here. You did that yourself when you upset
Tajiath, in whatever way you did it. It is unlike her to just dislike
someone on sight. You must have done something. So you must face the
consequences." He shrugs, looking over to make sure the new Weyrlings are
alright, tucking a blue's wing back where it has gotten stuck and showing his
lifemate how to do it next time. "But regardless, you are right. If there
is a dragon out there for you, it will find you." The skepticism on his face
and in his voice suggests that no dragon would want her, though.
[SearchFoo] S'era waves her flag. Muahaha!
[SearchFoo] G'briel adds insult to injury for Maedrydd...:)
On the sands, Mara folds her arms across her chest. This works a little
better. "I dunno, Creer. For all you know, it could be you who'll be atop him
in years to come. But, no...you're sure to get a bronze." she smiles
helpfully. Bronze, it is.
On the sands, Keria shifts, foot to foot, finding her own balance. "No, I'm
not a candidate", she answers Jeroint. "Not this time, anyways. Shouldn't
you be out there closer to the eggs?"
[SearchFoo] Keria: He's great S'era.
On the sands, Midnight Magician Blue Dragonet moves with the grace of many
hidden secrets, a magician's wiles turning his muzzle to and fro. The
perfect audience is out there, he knows, and with another flutter of his
dashing wings, he goes on a search for that one who will be not only rapt
audience but perfect assistant.
On the sands, Big Top Egg is just sitting. Waiting. Still and silent, it
seems to sluff off the busy activity about him, remaining with cool serenity.
Maradydd smirks as Nira sets to scolding her oblivious cousin. "Good luck,"
she mutters, gazing sandsward.
On the sands, Empathic Lion-Tamer Brown Dragonet walks along a row of
white-clad candidates. No, no one here. Oh! Sorry! Did he step on your toe,
Telgar Lad? Whoops. He croons and nudges the boy. But nope, he's not the
one. The brown moves along the line, his tail slithering along behind. He
looks this way, he looks that way. Hmm, they have to be out here somewhere,
right?
On the sands, Nicodemus's feet shift back and forth in a never ending rythym
and his eyes sweep endlessly over the assembled crowd of people and dragons
and hatchling and eggs and. . . . . Far too many things to worry about. All
the Queen's dragons and all the Queen's eggs couldn't put Nico together again.
On the sands, Very well. Yes, very well-- Runaway Tiger Dragonet /will/ see
the spirit behind that bravado, for he is not one to be taken lightly. This
is his stage, his show, his own personal hunting grounds, and woe be to those
that think otherwise. It starts out innocently enough, a striding walk.. but
the tempo picks up, still-wet wings fold back, and he's loping across to
Sefried -- and when burning-bright eyes encounter human, he.. /subsides/.
But tamed? Not damned likely.
On the sands, Creer laughs aloud at this notion, "A Bronze eh? That's
assuming any hatch." Which could be a stretch, but who knows.
[SearchFoo] Bali loves it! 'Not damned likely.'
On the sands, Runaway Tiger Blue Dragonet's whirling gaze fixes upon Sefried.
Crew> >> Royth has awakened! <<
[SearchFoo] Katarra grins.
[SearchFoo] G'briel laughs too. "Oh my....
[SearchFoo] Keria wiz-moves Rhia out to the Sands.
[SearchFoo] Keria: I mean Dalton does.
Liessa points at Sefried. "Theres another one!"
[SearchFoo] Bali: Same difference. ;)
On the sands, Rhia walks carefully onto the hot sands, making sure not to
disturb the queen or her eggs.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Or not. Here she is!
On the sands, G'briel sends an assistant weyrlingmaster out to get S'fried and
Royth while he keeps an eye on the weyrlings, his gaze flicking now and again
to the sands to see if anyone else is impressing. Wouldn't do not to see
them and get them right away.
Dalas wonders about the brown dragonet, " I sure hope he impresses soon, the
suspense is nerve wracking to say the least, have the two blues impressed
yet." Still not having a real good vantage point but having to be ready for
the call of assistance, in case someone gets hurt.
[SearchFoo] G'briel woos!
Valyn starts up at Nira's complaining. Wearily he pronounces, "Hi Nira. .
.long time ehh?" But he certainly can't manage to stay cogniscent of all
this. If you knew how much work he's been doing you wouldn't complain.
On the sands, Rishi squeels as she takes a few steps "ow" she hops fromm foot
to foot "look look" she points showing the poor candie she grabbed, can you
tell she's excited
On the sands, S'fried kneels to the beast crouched before him with a bright
smile -- partner found, then, forever and ever. "His name," he booms, ever
the showman, "is /Royth/!" The blue flicks his tail, long and lithe. And so
it is.
On the sands, Amoret chuckles as she watches the blue.
On the sands, "Look. Sfried Impressed. Dragon." Well, we hope it isn't a
Wherry. "I'll, ah, be back." With that, Jeroint stumbles out from behind
his hidingplace-candidate, in search for someoen who'll actually reply to
what he says. Either that, or in search of wine. Wine is good.
On the sands, Krillin steps to the side, exposing Blarinum to the dragons, "If
you step behind me again, I'll hold you out in front of me." There you go,
that should stop him.. In theory. Krillin pauses, looks down at himself,
hey. He didn't notice that.. Oops.. Krillin adjusts his sheet. Really
should go on a diet sometime.. Either that or he should have actually made a
robe for himself.
[SearchFoo] S'era: Hatches!
Eriisa walks in.
[SearchFoo] Vae wonks Gabe on the head.
On the sands, Amoret smiles to Sfried "You take care of him."
[SearchFoo] G'briel eeps, and sorries?
Eriisa says, "hello "
Jena sighs and shakes her head, with a little tear in her eye. "Sofina was my
best friend here at Ista. It's just ..." she seems to be speechless.
Gepard waves to eriisa pushing a yound enlander out of the way to make room,
"Come on over,"
On the sands, Maedrydd smirks, nodding succinctly, some sense of relief
emitting from her form as she does so, as though his answer gave some form of
comfort. "Exactly." She narrows her eyes playfully at him, taking the
distraction and running with it. "I'll bet you /hope/ I don't!" she calls
out, smug as a feline secure in her hearth.
On the sands, Mara blinks carefully, "Careful now, you'll be insulting these
beautiful hatchlings parents if you assumed there were no bronzes, so shush,"
she orders, as if that made everything final, her and her assuring manner.
[SearchFoo] Vae just :P
On the sands, Circus Balloon Egg wiggle, wobbles, and generally acts as if
something interesting is going on internally. What _is_ happening in there?
And do we really want to know?
On the sands, Paniliath attempts her first efforts at a croon. Head butting
emphatically at Fi's chest where she crouches. "I think the feeding comes in
just a bit love.", the overawed ex-steward, ex-candidate, now lifemate and
weyrling reassures.
[SearchFoo] Vae: Oh well. Guess I'm done then. n.n;
Jules smiles at the new person. "Hello!", she says easily
Nira rolls her emerald eyes, "Harpers...yes...long time. You should have the
respect to stay awake you know..." She would have the respect....she
should've been a harper...shown them some manners....work or no work. One
should be awake at a hatching...it's an honor just to be there.
Eriisa moves over by Gepard and take the seat. "Thanks"
On the sands, Hah. Blarinum is totally in control. He runs away. Only to hide
behind... Creer. Quiet, he is. Very quiet. Creer won't even notice, right?
[SearchFoo] G'briel hrms "No you aren't, Vae. You can still pose him. I
didn't actually send a weyrling master...just an NPC.
[SearchFoo] Keria: @emit Vae, @emit! :>
Gepard smiles, "No prob...you missed three impressions but there's bound to be
more."
[SearchFoo] Vae: It's not the being sent for that I wonked for, it's
announcing the name before I did. n.n;
On the sands, Cirque Du Soleil Egg spins the wheel on its own time, layering
the colors. Layering time. But larger and larger pieces of the shell break
away and falter towards the Sand.
[SearchFoo] G'briel knows that, and is very, very, sorry. really. Sorry.
Awfully sorry. I deserved bonking.
[SearchFoo] Vae: Might @emit. Let me finish my ramen. n.n
Eriisa grins back. "Too bad, I did't realize this was happening earlier."
Liessa hugs Jena, hoping that the recent hatchings and Impression will
distract Jena from the prospect of losing her friend.
[weyrlings] Sofina: found it...the schedual and things...
On the sands, Circus Balloon Egg wiggles even more energetically. Whatever
funny stuff is happening inside this egg, by the look of those cracks,
whatever's inside will be caught in the act. Um. Might be a good time to
hide your eyes, innocents?
Gepard shrugs, "Doesn't matter just keep an eye on that brown."
On the sands, Nicodemus is quiet, but for a different reason. He doesn't know
any other way to react. Whether its being terrified or happy or just plain
tired, Nic's one answer is silence. And so, that is all he exhibits despite
the myriad of emotions running helter-skelter through his head right now.
[SearchFoo] S'era hatches! uahahaha!
On the sands, Phredrik smiles to himself as he moves towards Creer, catching
the last few statements, "Oh there'll be bronzes I'm sure," there just /has/
to be right? His eyes fall to another egg as pieces fall off of it. Soon,
very soon...
On the sands, Empathic Lion-Tamer Brown Dragonet slides along in his manly
way, chest out proudly. He looks very handsome, yes, but he doesn't much care
about it right now. He goes about finding that Lion. Hmmm. Where could that
Someone be? They have to be here somewhere. Another row of candidates is
examined, scattering a few of them. Nonono, all wrong. All wrong.
On the sands, Circus Balloon Egg wiggles, and giggles, hairline cracks
spreading across the shell. And then -- Tada! -- it crumbles, scattering
across the sands to reveal a hatchling, his thin head and the back of his
hind legs touching: Showy Contortionist Brown Dragonet. In such a
painful-looking pose, he seems to be enjoying himself!
On the sands, Showy Contortionist Brown Dragonet
On the sands, Sienna flares over a thin muzzle, rosy against the cream
slopping over the rest of this dragon's head. Wires of copper curl, crowning
headknobs with a tangle of glimmering red. Oak-hued body is streaked by
hints of forest and magenta -- they feather down oh-so thin curves, outlining
the gaunt lines of his body. Each emaciated neckridge is crowned by a
splattering of lemon, bright hue echoed over the skin and bones tail and over
the russet expanse of lean wings.
On the sands, Rhia is definitely back... this time for keeps. 'Course, taking
a trip to Rhia Land might be fatal, but... "Sof! Ack! Fi! Everyone!" the
Harper screams, nervously eyeing the eggs and staying towards the back. Let's
not become /too/ involved, now, shall we?
Jena shakes her head, with a smile starting to appear. "Boy oh boy...." she
grins and nods. "It's just amazing that this would happen. I didn't even know
she was a /candidate/."
Dalas smiles and says," Actually I think there were more than three, though
I'm sure its just an oversight." Looking at the sands, "Good that you could
make it anyway, I'm Journeyman Dalas by the way," Introducing himself to the
newcommer.
On the sands, Creer hadn't thought of that, he was just reasoning himself out
of Mara's theory. He whispers, "Good point." Looking around, hoping none
but Mara caught that. And Creer doesn't notice the hiding sneak. Hopefully
he'll notice the charging Dragonet should one come for Blarinum. Gah.
Phredrik proves the comment didn't go unheard.
[SearchFoo] G'briel waits for Maedrydd's to go before hatching.
On the sands, Amoret watches yet another egg. She wipes the sweat from her
brow and takes a sip of juice, which is just as hot as the sands.
Gepard smiles at dalas, "Three who i actually knew!"
On the sands, Midnight Magician Blue Dragonet passes by a slim girl with
bright yellow hair, his swinging 'cape' brushing her leg in passing. His
audience is out there, he knows it, in fact, look! A baby-size throat
issuing a mischevious warble of delight as he dashes round another candidate,
narrowing in on the one he seeks.
On the sands, Rishi drags the other candi with her over towards Phredrik "wow"
she says her voice a mear wisper to him "wow!" she says again
[SearchFoo] Bali will wait one more Maedrydd pose before giving it to her?
[SearchFoo] G'briel nodnods "Sure!
On the sands, Showy Contortionist Brown Dragonet stays into positino a little
bit longer, eyes almost seeming to oggle the audience... ah... candidates.
Ha! I bet you can't do this, can you?!
Liessa grins a Jena brightens, her eyes never leaving the action on the sands.
Gepard says, "by the way this is Eriisa, she's new around here,""
On the sands, Phredrik looks at Rishi and smiles to her, whispering, "Sofina
Impressed, Sofina impressed," over and over again.
Eriisa hears Dalas, and smiles.
Eriisa smiles and says, "yes, I only arrived yesterday."
Jena smiles and giggles, just slightly at Sofina. So happy for her.
On the sands, Bali snorts to Maedrydd, "Well, you just stay here and we'll see
what happens." She points out at the pair of browns and the blue, "Ooooh,
aren't they lovely?" She smiles sweetly... she must have taken some kind of
herbal sedative for the proddy rider to be so calm. "Anyway, do you fancy
any of them, Maedrydd?"
On the sands, Tajiath's rumble reaches peaks and falls to lows as she
encourages her children to find that special one. Slender neck turns as she
follows each one, eyes awhirl. Katarra turns to fetch yet another flask of..
well, anything cool. Anything cool out there? She spies those by the
entrance and gives them a wave, followed by a frown for the ostrasized
Maedrydd.
On the sands, Mara 's lips play into a smile as a brown bursts through it's
shell. "Pretty one, isn't it? " she asks quietly, but pretty much to herself.
Lets not get into the mode where she starts babbling. People get scared when
she does that, y'know. No reason to be scared of her, never in the world.
'Course not.
On the sands, Krillin cheers silently as Blarinum moves on to another hiding
spot. Which means Krillin is now standing off in his own little section..
Since Fiora Impressed, and the Petrified One has moved on. All the better.
Means Krillin can do what he does best. Watch things from afar, say that new
brown over there, or maybe that blue over there. They really aren't that bad
looking once you start paying attention to them.
On the sands, Rishi giggles "I know!!" she exclames squeezing the candidate
that she grabbed arm making her go "owwww!" Rishi blinks "oh I'm so sorry!!"
she explains "I'm sorry!" then she turns back to Phredrik "I know thats
Great!!!"
Dalas smiles and says," A pleasure to meet you then Eriisa, I hope you enjoy
the hatching, and can stay for the celebration after the hatching." He tells
her his attention going back to the sands.
You overhear Eriisa comment quietly, " Who ... the actions of the ..." to
Gepard
Maradydd elbows Valyn again. "Do you think that one's--all right?" She points
out the contortionist brown with some concern.
[SearchFoo] J'sen: Gabe, I think you mavved again..
[SearchFoo] Bali waits for Maedrydd...
On the sands, Nicodemus tries comprehension of all that is going on and
decides it's much more comforting to not have the slightest idea. . .at least
when you're on the sands at a hatching. And so very many of the dragonnets
running around. . . . He can't help but take a cautious step backwards as
eggs snap, crackle, and pop all over the place. . . . as if the hatchlings
were trying to attack him or something.
On the sands, Midnight Magician Blue Dragonet stops, pivots and thrusts his
muzzle against the knees of his chosen one, tangling wings in a
loose-fitting... sheet?? Bright eyes swirling with hunger and amusement peek
up, seeking the sight of an amber-hued gaze that's is already as dear as life
itself. Krillin has unmistakably been chosen to partner this magician in
their journey through life.
[SearchFoo] Bali noddles... yeah, Gabes. :P
On the sands, Midnight Magician Blue Dragonet's whirling gaze fixes upon
Krillin.
Crew> >> Saironth has awakened! <<
On the sands, S'fina beams the larges grin you can imagin as the colours of
sunflours and bright yellows cover her mind. Part of her hears her name
called everynow and then, and for a moment she tries to catch them, but all
her thought at the moment go to Yabanth beside her.
[SearchFoo] Bali POKES Maedrydd. POSE, witch!
[SearchFoo] Bali giggles. ;)
On the sands, Maedrydd shrugs, though she does give Bali the grace of looking
in response to her question. "They're dragons," she answers noncomittally,
though she does take a longer look than she'd intended, emerald orbs studying
each form for that sign that breathes 'perfection!'
On the sands, In theory, Rhia's /supposed/ to be nervous. As it is, the
cheese hops alone, ungracefully at that. "Krillin!" she shrieks. "Name!" Hop,
hop, hop...
On the sands, Keria comprehends little, but watches with delight, and claps
her hands when Krillin impresses the little blue. "Saironth... nice name."
Valyn elbows back. "Five more minutes. . . ." he mumbles, barely
comprehinsible. "Just five more. . . " His voice trails of into another set
of soft snores.
On the sands, Cirque Du Soleil Egg loses a large piece, then another, faster
now as the blows from inside mark the shell with larger cracks.
Liessa says, "Oh, Oh! Another Impression!"
On the sands, Jeroint peers around as a dragonet staggers past, taking a
little step back from its path. "They, uh, don't look very coordinated, do
they?" Oh yes, blonde indeed. Stepping back he collides with a quick tongued
weaver lass, who glares at him meaningfully. "Watch yerself, you." An
apologetic bob, a smile, and he backs away, this time looking behind him.
On the sands, Phredrik nods turning his attention to the new dragonet, the
tears now drying on his cheeks, he looks over to S'fina and smiles to her but
is stopped when he hears Krillin, his jaw dropping a bit, but soon turning it
into a smile for him.
[SearchFoo] Bali lets Maed have her dragon?
On the sands, Rishi blinks and hops and points "KRILLIN" she giggles tapping
Phredrik "look look Krillin Impressed"
On the sands, G'briel grins down at Maedrydd, once again amused by her words
"I do hope that you do impress, Maedrydd...I'd like to see you eat those
words." He looks over at Tajiath, wondering if they could perhaps push the
girl out there without the golden queen knowing....
[SearchFoo] Katarra smiles. Yes, I think she's ready for it. ;)
Maradydd duly counts five then, putting her hand right up to her cousin's
oversized shell-like ear.... *SNAP*
[SearchFoo] G'briel nods "Please! We've tormented the poor girl long enough!:)
On the sands, Empathic Lion-Tamer Brown Dragonet's whirling gaze fixes upon
Maedrydd.
Crew> >> Seienth has awakened! <<
On the sands, Showy Contortionist Brown Dragonet unfolds, only to tie his
tail-somehow-around one wing-bone. Wow. Bet you can't do that, either. He
begins to sidestep towads the nearest clump of candidates. Shuffle-shuffle-sh
uffle.
[SearchFoo] G'briel notes that he is going to go after an NPC, right?
On the sands, Empathic Lion Tamer Brown Dragonet pauses, looking around. Why,
there's no one here to work with! In a sudden rush, he franticly knocks over
a boy from High Reaches, and pauses to make sure he's alright. Whoops! He
nudges him, looks at him, but continues on. Seeing another group of people
not dressed in white, he heads for them. Look! There's a white one over
there! He skitters over there and looks up at all of them, his eyes finally
resting on Maedrydd. Ah, yes. This one is perfect.
[SearchFoo] G'briel or now?
[SearchFoo] J'sen waits for Kr'lin to pose before getting him.
On the sands, Krillin was definitely not expecting that little move. Hmm..
One second he is standing alone, next second, a dragon pulls him out of a
hat. Krillin blinks at the dragon a few times, "Saironth?" That said,
Krillin just beams and falls in front of him. Hey.
On the sands, Nicodemus stops in his slow retreat to cheer quietly for
Krillin, very quietly, so quietly no one probably even hears him. And now he
notes the one who always swore she'd never agree to any of this has
impressed. Another quiet cheer, another quiet smile. "Congratulations. . .
."
Talisen walks in.
On the sands, J'sen again jogs across the Sands to escort another young
weyrling pair. "Congratulations, Kr'lin, and you too, Saironth. If you'll
follow me, we'll get you out of this chaos, and onto the quieter sides."
On the sands, Creer turns to do a check of the candidate and when he does, he
knocks into Blarinum, falling on his butt to the sands. Quickly the hot
sands set to work heating his well, nether half. In an attempt at a quick
recovery, Creer plants hands on the ground to hoist himself up, but hot sands
scorch his palms and leave him floundering. Finally he recovers and looks
the man in the eye, "What are you doing?" He gives the man a small push,
"Stand here." He sees Krillin and the Blue and shouts, "Krillin! Blue!"
It's pretty good given his state of mind. Distance is kept from Blarinum.
Dalas smiles as he thinks it good that Fiora and her /friend/ both impressed,
thats a real good thing, but then he watches Phredrik out there, wondering if
he and S'fina will...then he stops, watching that one, the one that seems to
be eyeing Maedrydd, could it be the woman will actually impress?
On the sands, Amoret offers an arm to Creer "Here a hand up?"
On the sands, Big Top Egg has sat long enough, perhaps, though no obvious
motion is seen..or is it?
On the sands, Big Top Egg has been still till now, but activity erupts as a
sudden flurry of ripples and rills shift the bold stripes along shell's
surface, the garishly hued ovoid swelling with a final burst of silent
effort. It bursts, solid fragments falling all around the huddled form
within, a tight ball that rises slowly from the remains of a once great
construction of gaudy brilliance...
On the sands, Elusive Harlequin Bronze Dragonet
On the sands, Slightness delineates a spare frame, lanky grace an intrinsic
attribute of this sensitive dragonet. Elusive, subtle - a hint of rich
bronze radiates through a somber mantle of blackened Dutch-gold and tarnished
brass hues, lending a glint of dark opaline to taut hide. A slender baton of
a tail taps out a relentless beat, matching the fluidity of tenuous wing
sails all aglow with lambent moonlight as they settle over a lean back, the
haunches spangled with a suggestion of brilliance to come - aged bronze
iridescence a glimmer of rainbow over flat, wiry muscle. Blunted head knobs
shade the too-big eyes, jewel-faceted spheres often whirling with nervous
speed in a black-masked face tapering to an elegantly slim muzzle. Limber
lines meld into a supple neck, curved with athletic poise and carried through
to agile limbs to create a complex beauty.
Valyn jumps. "AhhH!" Head whips around in confusion and worry and. . . . .
"Mardy!? DOn't /do/ that!" Now his nerves are jangled. . .he needs a nap.
On the sands, Tajiath's soft rumbles rise to bellow-pitch as one of her
children wanders off the sands! But wait, no, he stops at the edge and
finds.... Maedrydd!! Tajiath at once calms, in tune with her child as none
other save his new lifemate. Her tail twitches at a spasmatic rate, nostrils
flaring as she watches with maternal worry in her whirling eyes. A
threatening rumble continues to vibrate her flanks.
On the sands, Rishi blinks "KLAH POT!!" she clasps her hands over her mouth
"umm congrats KLAHPOT Lady!" another blink "errr MAEDRYDD!!!~"
Gepard coos, "Oh a bronze!!!!"
Maradydd chuckles meanly, turning back to the sands to catch what little she
must have missed and--oh, crikey. "/She/ Impressed?!"
On the sands, Bali all but runs as the brown comes her way. "Whoooaaaaah..."
she utters as the brown comes up /right/ next to her and the girl. "Well,
well, well, then... who have we here, Maedrydd? Who's your new friend?" Bali
just smirks. And smirks some more. Looks like Maedrydd ate her words.
[SearchFoo] Vae: Oh, that's what she calls /Maedrydd/.
On the sands, Mara smirks, as Fiora's uhh...don't get her started. Not now,
here, when. And then Maedrydd, too! "Look...people I know....right in a row.
I must have good taste..oh yes." She looks down at Creer. "Problems there?"
Hehe.
[SearchFoo] Katarra snugs. Good job! Bali, are you ready to jump into your
NPC? Then Rhia after that and we're finished.
Eriisa breathes, "oooo look at that!"
On the sands, Phredrik nods to Rishi almost jumping until he looks over to
Maedrydd, his jaw dropping to the ground, he stares and stares, completely
and utterly speechless until he smiles to her and applaudes lightly to her,
but then his attention is turned to the new arrival, a bronze and Maedrydd,
the rest of the world is suddenly forgotton.
[SearchFoo] S'era pokes. Katarra -- can you give me the Impression pose for
the NPC?
[SearchFoo] Vae: I just thought she was shouting KLAH POT randomly. That's
something I would do. n.n
On the sands, Rhia gasps, noticing Maedrydd just in time. "Maedrydd?" is
stated, shocked. The cheer goes up next, complete with a, "Congrats!"
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Oh yah!
On the sands, Mara looks distracted.
On the sands, Mara has disconnected.
On the sands, Creer quickly takes the offered hand and regains his feet,
blowing on his hands, "Thank you." The 'old man' can't keep up with what's
going on, "Maedrydd?" No way man.
On the sands, Elusive Harlequin Bronze Dragonet unfurls from its fetal
position, head rising to gaze askance at the (to him) chaotic crowds. He
cringes back, then catches gold out of the corner of his eye...the color
seems to soothe him, and he croons to Tajiath in recognition, wanting, or
perhaps needing assurance that he is /supposed/ to be here in
this....madhouse.
On the sands, Amoret says, "Fair skies Mae." Amoret says "Now you were saying
something about Impressing Maedrydd?""
Nira starts to think about pleasent, happy things...like sleep
Nira has disconnected.
On the sands, Blarinum is just about knocked over as well. "I-I-Ieee...uh.
Huh." More of the dragons impress. He's shaking. See Blari shake. Shake,
Blari, Shake! He just concentrates on staying behind /someone/.
On the sands, R'ea carefully backs away from that nasty weaver girl, looking
at her with some worry, and finally turning his back on her at a safe
distance. Hmph. Some people have no sense of humour. Drawing himself up, he
takes a ocnfident step forward. And trips over a spare egg shard, landing
flat on his face. Lifting said face from the sand, he splutters, spitting
sand in all directions.
On the sands, Nicodemus takes a deep breath from his near silent enthusiasim
to turn attention back towards the center. Eyes rivet on new hatchlings,
especially that bronze who seems about as confused as he is. At least
someone else is having the same experience of this whole mess.
On the sands, Amoret watches the new Bronze. She smiles as she sees him enter
the world.
On the sands, G'briel laughs in delight, stepping back a bit to give the brown
room, into the protective area around Llawenth "Ah....now you've done it" he
teases the candidate turned weyrling "Now you'll see what it's all about."
He's smug, he is. Ha.
On the sands, Creer ooohs. Making sure noone is behind him, or close enough
to preclude an escape if needed. Bronze. How wonderful.
On the sands, Jeroit backs away, not R'ea. Jeroint!
On the sands, Cirque Du Soleil Egg grows not weary, but worn, the brightness
of its shell gone tired with all the internal combusting of its insides.
Nevermind the universe spinning outside it.
Nevarre blinks in from ::between::!
Valyn mutters, "So what?" before turning his back to Mardy. Sleep. . . .it's
calling. Yawn.
[SearchFoo] Bali quirks an eyebrow. Maedrydd going to say his name?
On the sands, Maedrydd blinks. Blinkblinkblink. Her arms still folded, she
looks incredulously at this beast suddenly in her face and then.. his voice
and his mind and her arms drop to her sides, her face paling to a ghastly
white as she sways on her feet. The brown nuzzles her worriedly and she
drops to her knees, stunned. "Oh.. Oh.. Oh... no.." seems to be all she can
say. "Sssseienth?"
[SearchFoo] G'briel doesn't know. Stunned?
[SearchFoo] G'briel grins "There it is...
[SearchFoo] Bali ahhs. THere.
>> Uliaryth trumpets a welcome to Seienth! <<
On the sands, Rishi grins "what a beautiful Bronze" not for her though but its
a beautiful dragon.
On the sands, Mara starts paying attention again.
On the sands, Mara has connected.
Ella leans back on her elbows and gives a small mean grin. She loves it when
the rotten ones impress - although the tourist statistics to the weyr will
drop mightily. Yah hah!
On the sands, Tajiath slowly turns her head from the brown form of Seienth..
somewhat mollified for the moment that her child would know what it was
doing. At the entrance of another of her brood, she bellows a proud welcome
and encouragement to the shy bronze, her head dipping as if saying 'I'm
watching, dear'.
On the sands, Katarra shakes her head in amazement, relaxing now that Tajiath
seems to be alright with the most recent, and startling impression. Who
would've guessed?
On the sands, Bali grins to the girl, "Seienth, eh? Fine name." As Maedrydd
colapses, Bali holds out a hand to help her up... that is, if she wants it.
"C'mon, girl, I'll escort you over to the other impressees." Bali's not real
worried. She's seen 'em worse off.
On the sands, Showy Contortionist Brown Dragonet pauses. Oooh. What if I
stood on _this_ foreleg, and then poked my tail _there_ and then... Somehow,
the dragonet manages to tie himself into a strange position that is
almosunbelievable. It wobbles -- can he keep it in place? -- before...
spitted sands splatters against the side of the bwn, and he tumbles down,
onto a prone figure on the sand, limbs entwining as he tries to regain the
precious balance. Ugh! You didn't see this! I'm graceful, shardit, I'm not
falling, you can't see anything... *splat!*
On the sands, Rhia's head swivvles, of that's the approiate word, to glance at
the bronze, and then to Cirque Du Soleil Egg. A few more hops are added in
there, along with the muttering of, "Bronze. Gee. Wonder what cousin K'more'd
say if he were here..."
Talisen looks distracted.
Talisen has disconnected.
[SearchFoo] Bali okies, who next?
On the sands, Elusive Harlequin Bronze Dragonet croons again, slinging his
head around with elegant ease for one so young, stepping out of the remains
of his shell with careful steps and moving - reluctantly - towards the
brightness of white-clad candidates...instinct telling him that somewhere out
there is one who will understand...
Maradydd resists the almost overpowering urge to drop something into Valyn's
open mouth. No crawlies handy, alas. She goes back to spectating with a
preoccupied mind, half of it on that striking new bronze, the other half
puzzling over the the newest name. Seienth?
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Did you spring your NPC yet Bali? I lost track... That
and then Rhia and we're done.
On the sands, Rishi chuckles softly at the contortionist Brown.... oh wait its
not polite to laugh at a dragonet is it..
On the sands, Amoret laughs as she sees the brown's odd pose.
[SearchFoo] Bali hasn't done her NPC, no... is it time?
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Yep. =)
On the sands, Mara tries to look most modest. And fails. "See, Creer, theres a
bronze right there...ha!" she grins happily, an I-told-you-so expression on
her face.Smirky, too, jeez, don't be a spoilsport.
Eriisa giggles with delight at the brown's antics.
Dalas looks at the bronze," Marvelous dragonet that one, and look...." He
starts to chuckle," That little brown is quite comical though I wonder if he
is ok."
On the sands, R'ea splutters all the more, crawling out from under the
contortionest, looking up at it with the gaze of a helpless victim. Then, a
gasp, and he does a rather comical double take. "Lesseth? Perhaps you could
teach me about standing on my head a little later, once you've got off of
me?" And so they are: J'oint and Lesseth, contortionists extroadinaire...
On the sands, And then... out of the blue! (Or is it the black of Ista's
sands?):
On the sands, Elephant Pyramid Egg rocks slowly, lumbering to free the inner
spirit held within. Cracks skitter down the sides to the hefty base,
splitting apart the pyramid. Flopping onto the sand, Roustabout Sawdust
Bronze makes a rather lackluster entrance.
On the sands, Roustabout Sawdust-Bronze Dragonet
On the sands, Fire and avocado sweep over a brassy background, giving a light,
bronzish gleam to roly-poly figure, concealing the energy sinewy muscles
store beneath. Wedge-shaped head is proportionate to the rest of bulky body,
crowned by a touch of hot orange-yellow flame consuming sleek headknobs.
Muddy splotches seem thrown on the translucent sails of his wings, delicate
tips alight with burnished gold, while a smattering of sludge and sawdust
speckles his back.
On the sands, Jeroint splutters, not R'ea. She don't need another dragon...
[SearchFoo] G'briel grins, and notes this is going to be confusing to
some,perhaps? Two bronzes at once.
On the sands, You can ever have enough browns!
On the sands, Phredrik's eyes leave the bronze ashe hears laughter and looks
towards the source, trying to stifle a chuckle himself. He almost steps
forward to help, but stays where he is, remembering his lessons. He glances
over to the other bronze to see, what's this /another/ bronze hatching?
On the sands, Or Greens!
On the sands, Or Blues!
[SearchFoo] Katarra grins. Couldn't be helped with the shuffling around. ;)
[SearchFoo] G'briel nodnods "Yeah...poor Phredrik, though?:P
On the sands, Creer nudges Mara, while he still has the chance. "More Bronze!
It's a strong clutch. Still coming in pairs."
[SearchFoo] G'briel didn't realize we had a bronze NPC.
[SearchFoo] Katarra nods.
On the sands, Nicodemus focuses far too much on things and right now his
attention is concentrated on the new bronze. He doesn't even notice the
others are laughing, much less why. The other hatchlings have been so . . .
showy, but this one, this one seems almost reluctant to be here. Perhaps not
so much reluctant, but frightened of what the results might be.
[SearchFoo] S'era icks. Phredrik seems to think the bronze is his. Impress
it as quick as possible?
On the sands, M'ydd doesn't take the hand, rather accepting the lowered head
of her new lifemate to help her to her feet, rising and following Bali off in
a strange state of shock.
[SearchFoo] R'ea: Lthinks get the bronze impressed away from Phred as quickly
as possible.
[SearchFoo] Kyla: Why stop now :) we've had 2 greens, 2 blues, 2 browns
*chuckle*
[SearchFoo] Katarra pffbts.
"Did I miss it? Did I *miss* it??" A disembodied voice floats up the
stairwell, but it's loud enough to drown out the sound of stomping feet,
heavy swishing breath. That is, until Selya makes her way to the top,
stopping only to regain her breath and tuck her hair artfully behind an ear.
Cute boys around. My, how pink her cheeks are.
On the sands, Rishi smiles all around and cant help her self she grabs onto
Phredrik's arm "goodness!!
[SearchFoo] Katarra warns everyone that Phredrik will most likely need some
talking to afterwards. He said he didn't want to know if he was going to
impress or not cuz if the answer was no he prolly wouldn't come. =(
On the sands, Roustabout Sawdust-Bronze Dragonet shakes his head. Now what's
this about hatching? He's a little slow, but he's a sturdy one, he is. He
shakes his head powerfully, sending the few large shards flying over to a
bunch of huddled candidates. Well, he's here now. What to do? First, he'll
make sure all his remaining shell pieces are cleaned up. Nice and tidy.
Liessa nudges Jena "One egg left. Think it'll be a gold?
On the sands, Elusive Harlequin Bronze Dragonet isn't one to put himself
forward, but he doesn't like this feeling of being the center of everyone's
eyes; his own get a hunted look, and fluid steps take him past the more
abrasive candidates, their loud calls and laughter making him cringe
slightly. Yet...there. That one. Slight bronze heads towards the silent
one, the one that seems to share a similar emotion to what he is feeling -
fear -, his purpose single-minded now.
Jena crosses her fingers. "Oh boy...I can only hope it's Phredrik...but..."
she sighs and shakes her head. "It....can't..."
On the sands, Tajiath announces her next with a trumpet tinged with sadness.
Katarra looks up from beside her and leans on one golden leg. "They had to
go sooner or later," she murmers with a fond smile.
The dragons come in two by two--hurrah, hurrah. Maradydd claps along at this
new spate of Impressions while keeping tally on the ones still standing. One
or two in particular.
[SearchFoo] G'briel impresses asap as well, then. Mostly because Nic seems to
know, eh?:)
Dalas shakes his head hearing Liessa's words," No gold egg on the sands this
clutch. " Then watching the new bronze hatch says, "Thats a tidy little
bronze there."
On the sands, Blarinum still hides. No way is he /ever/ going to get near
them. Hiding behind Creer (still) he huddles down to make sure he's not seen.
Nope. You can't see him. Really! Even his black hair shakes.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Wanna start Rhia's Keria?
On the sands, Amoret watches quietly, her heart still pounding. She hears
Tajiath's bugle and sighs.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Sure.
On the sands, Rhia keeps up the dance, her eyes doing a very amusing show of
following each of the bronzes as her feet keep doing a tiny jig. No one to
hide behind, no one's arm to clutch at, the Harper is oddly quiet for once in
her life.
On the sands, Keria shifts, back a few steps from the few remaining eggs. "It
certainly goes quickly. And yet.. perhaps not so quickly."
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On the sands, Creer had his eye on the man and moves away from being the human
shield. "Would you /stop/ it. We're here to stand, if you didn't want to
you should have stayed in the barracks." And besides, "You're going to get
me hurt if I have to run out of the way."
On the sands, Cirque Du Soleil Egg did not mean to be last. It should have
been first, it should have gotten everyone else in line, it should have.. oh
nevermind.
On the sands, Cirque Du Soleil Egg falters, sent askew as the balance of its
shell is torn asunder. Death-black claws make their first appearance, rending
the egg further into ragged pieces of reality as the domineering dragonet
takes charge: shards fly this way, shards fly that way, shards fall till
there is nothing left but a circle of fallen sunlit-eggshell in a ring around
the skinny shadow of this large dragonet. She has been born into Interesting
Times.
On the sands, Egotistical Ringmaster Turtle-Green Dragonet
On the sands, She wears the darkness, wears it well, with only the vivacious
glimmer in those eyes to lighten the shadows skulking along the linear
severity of her lean and drawn-out form. The cloak of her turtle-green hide
weights her, cowling her head in inky-dark before it shrugs over those narrow
shoulders and pools like dribbly candles down to death-black claws. The whip
of her tail is more carefully controlled, a gleeman's trick to maintain the
order lost among the chaos of tortoise-shelled wings and their brilliant,
starlit spars. Those self-same subtle green colors - the color of magic --
variegate patterns along her back and tail in uneven rings: such fantastic
light serves only to heighten the arrogant play of shade and substance that
ruthlessly deepen her leathery hide.
Akymat walks in.
On the sands, Mara looks oddly out of the corner of her eye at Rhia. Maybe
she's nervous. Must be, or she wouldn't be be..moving so much.Huh. "See,
Creer, one of them's yours, " she whispers quietly, it seeming better, now
that the sands have dwindled of candies. "Oh..green! Good!" she again sounds
self-assured.
On the sands, S'era gives a faint shrug -- "I'm glad the hatching doesn't take
too long -- I'd cook out here on the sands, otherwise." Cloth-covered skin
is lifted, and S'era takes another prolonged gulp, lowering the skin to
reveal trails of burgandy escaping from the corner of her mouth. Hand lifts,
wiping at the mark.
On the sands, Nicodemus still looks petrified and he is because the bronze is
coming closer. He tries not to stare, but he can't help it. Why else would
a scared bronze be heading out towards the fringe of the group? Towards a
scared candidate? Its all so confusing and the noise and the lights. . . .
But he can't stop his staring.
On the sands, Phredrik watches the dragonets, feeling Rishi's hand on his arm,
he reaches over and places his hand over it. He watches, not many left, is
there one for him? His heart pounds as he watches the final egg hatch and
the green emerge.
On the sands, Tentative steps take the slight yet lanky bronze closer and
closer to one he thinks might share his self-contained nature, and he
hesitates briefly before the young man, the one with the strong chin but the
pensive brow. He pauses, then reaches forth, a slender muzzle nudging into
Nicodemus hands as whirling eyes meet the candidates watchful ones.
"Hi there!" Selya seems more interested in the shy, cute boy over in the
corner than she is in the Hatching on the Sands. She's taking on the duty of
bringing him out of his shell, as it were. "Do you come to these *often*?"
she gushes, and twirls a lock of her hair.
On the sands, Elusive Harlequin Bronze Dragonet's whirling gaze fixes upon
Nicodemus.
Crew> >> Camenath has awakened! <<
[SearchFoo] G'briel grins "Done!
On the sands, Rishi squeezes Phredriks arm "Its a green!!" she exclames!!
happily perhaps there is still a chance!
[SearchFoo] J'sen waits for Nic ot pose, then I'll get him. :)
On the sands, Amoret smiles as Nico Impresses. Her heart slackens it's pace.
She can hardly see through the silent tears that stream from her eyes.
[SearchFoo] G'briel nodnods "Sounds good!
On the sands, Roustabout Sawdust-Bronze Dragonet starts to wander about,
looking here and there. Hmm. Very nice selection. Nice venue, as well, he
looks up. Staying away from his newly-hatched little sister, the RingMaster,
he makes his rounds. Everything's in order over here. YupYupYup. Toeing past
a few crafted boys, he stops. No, not quite. Not /quite/ what he's looking
for. He continues on, still searching for that special someone.
On the sands, Rhia catches Mara's glance, a broad grin being sent to her
partner in crime. Carefully, the girl inches closer to the Trader, her
mutterings loud enough to be heard. "Lookit! Purdy green... Looks like she
knows what she's doing, too!"
Dalas wonders who of the candidates he knows that are left on the sands will
impress next, its down to the wire, and two of them are favorites to impress,
he crosses his fingers in that ancient of ways to wish someone some luck.
Maradydd doesn't stand and cheer for once--doesn't even clap. She seems almost
stunned, but the expression quickly melts into a crooked smile, eyes shining
like obsidian. Wet obsidian. This is right.
Madri looks distant, getting lost in one of her daydreams...
Madri has disconnected.
Dinae walks in.
On the sands, Egotistical Ringmaster Turtle-Green Dragonet is green, as a
night-dark pool is green. She is green, as the shadow of envy is green. She
is green, as the underbrush of danger is green. Green in the glimmering
patterns that mark her back and sides, and light only those wings as she
shakes them loose. Does it matter? No. She knows. And in that knowing, she
moves.
On the sands, Nicodemus's hand carefully pats the lanky bronze to make sure
this is all happening and not some fabrication. "I thought you'd never come
Camenath," he says, shyly announcing to the crowads and the sands.
On the sands, R'ea looks horrified, looking over to S'era with an accusing
expression. "You...you're drinking wine! You /said/ you wouldn't!" Same as
she might have said she wouldn't breathe. Couldn't help it, you see. Still,
the brownrider eyes her juice disconsolately, looking vaguely wounded.
[SearchFoo] Katarra can't wait to read the galleries half of this! =D
On the sands, Roustabout Sawdust-Bronze Dragonet's whirling gaze fixes upon
Blarinum.
Crew> >> Baileyth has awakened! <<
On the sands, Rishi hops slightly "she's moving, moving, moving!!!" she grins
and hop hop hops!
On the sands, J'sen appears a few steps behind N'ikos and his new bronzen
lifemate. "Hello there. If you could please follow me to the side?" he
invites.
On the sands, Amoret looks at the green and moves out of the way.
On the sands, Roustabout Sawdust-Bronze Dragonet looks for that special
Someone. Step right up! Step right up! You know you want to be his forever,
right? He can feel that Someone somewhere. Hmm. Where could he be? Sniffing
behind a candidate or two, he sees a black-haired and moustached person.
Scared, huh? Too bad. You're stuck with a Roustabout, Blarinum.
On the sands, Creer moves quickly out of the way of the Bronze before it
tramples him trying to reach Blarinum.
On the sands, "But it's not wine, it's juice, it's just... juice that looks
like wine, that's it, I didn't betray you. No... R'ea, it's juice!" Oh
yeah. There's a distinct scent of alcohol clinging to her breath as S'era
tries to defend herself... all the while hiding the said skin behind her.
On the sands, Mara 's eyes dance, as a hand goes to her mouth to stifle a
giggle. Crime, indeed...it needed adornments anyways. But, she'll never say
what. "Yup..she's really dark colored, too. Maybe it's from the egg,
though..." She frowns slightly as the last bronze goes. "By the Egg...I'm
loosing all my marks her...I'll be in debt when I cme out of this."
Valyn would cheer for the shy woodcarver but he is indeed completely asleep.
Only a very good nudging would rouse him from this peaceful slumber.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Bye R'ea!
On the sands, Rhia chortles, keeping a careful blue-grey eye upon the
wandering green. "Yah, but it's /purdy/. Green, you know. Very green." Like
Rhia's face? Almost. Not quite, though. "Hrmph. I di'n't bet /nothin'/. You
can borrow some of mine...?" is offered, cheerily. "What I've got, at least."
On the sands, R'ea looks distracted.
On the sands, R'ea has disconnected.
On the sands, All of a sudden, Blarinum's face just goes blank. "Dear
Faranth..." he whispers. "Oh, you're so beautiful... oh, wonderful,
wonderful..." and Blari is reduced to tears. "His... Baileyth! His name is
Baileyth!" So they embrace each other and walk over to the group of
candidates that have already impressed, B'num and his Baileyth, Baileyth and
his B'num.
Akymat looks distracted.
Akymat has disconnected.
On the sands, Phredrik looks over to Rishi, smiling lightly to her and patting
her hand encouragingly. He looks at the two remaining dragonets looking to
each, not sure what to do. He remains where he is, and trying not to pay any
attention to his pounding heart.
"Psst. Any Enlanders Impress yet?" Dinae nudges someone who looks like they
Know What's About, and gets only a bit of puzzlement. Facing this, she frowns
mildly, and continues trouncing down the steps. Scuze me. Pardon me. A
kind--or is it infatuated?--Holder makes room for her to sit, right down by
the rail between sands and galleries. Oh, goody.
Or a good slumping against, which is exactly what Mardy resorts to next. This
is all too much.
On the sands, Nicodemus slowly makes his way over to the sidelines, Camenath
quietly in tow. As if he weren't quiet enough already, now he's trying to
cope with having this voice in his head.
[SearchFoo] G'briel sighs "one more to go,right?:)
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Yep!
On the sands, Egotistical Ringmaster Turtle-Green Dragonet knows, already, and
with the arrogance born of knowing continues to stretch out and up from her
egg. Skinny, she is, this baby green, thin and long and reedy, with needy
little claws that sink footprints into the chaos of the Sands. As quiet as
Death, she slides forwards towards the candidates, unerring.
Dalas smiles and says,"Fiora has impressed," Though he doesn't know if that
would be considered and enlander to Dinae," Creer is still on the sands
though," Feeling for the man, knowing that perhaps him and his friend will
have something else in common now.
On the sands, G'briel grins at Nicodemus and his bronze, his approval of that
pairing obvious as well. He nudges Bali, noting "A good clutch for
sure...we'll have a strong Weyrling group, don't you think?" He casts a
stern eye over Maedrydd, of course. "As long as they all behave, that is."
On the sands, Mara rolls her eyes. "No..I'm never borrowing money again. Last
time I did that it was from a Britan - /never/ do that - I was in hock for
almost a year." She pushs her now really bedraggled hair out of her eyes.
"Too hot."
On the sands, Rishi watches the movement of the green dragonet "she's so
beautiful" she comments softly
On the sands, Tajiath croons softly as another dragonet impresses and another
leaves. Her wings flutter, dancing light playing off her hide. Katarra
smiles upward for a moment before catching something... a whiff?.. a word??
She turns slowly. "Who's got wine?" At last, nearly free of the heat!
On the sands, Phredrik nods, looking at them all, "They all are, they all are."
On the sands, M'ydd is far too stunned to say anything, let alone cause
trouble.
On the sands, Egotistical Ringmaster Turtle-Green Dragonet moves fowards,
drawing a direct line in the Sand from her Egg, to her Candidate. Wings
shake again, turtle-patterned in green, but they hardly slow her steady
progress towards the White. There is no hunting. There is not seeking. There
is not need to spin spells or webs of wanting. She Knows. She goes.
On the sands, Amoret holds her breath and closes her eyes.
On the sands, Creer watches the Dragonet careen accross the sands with much
interest.
On the sands, Trouble. Rhia's middle name, if she had one. "Yeah, but a
Bitran's a /Bitran/," she argues, playfully. "Can't trust 'em no matter
what." Oh dear. Just as long as none of the Bitran Candidates heard /that/
remark. She shrugs. "Still, I don't have any marks. 'M more broke than a..."
Here she pauses, trying to come up with a simile. "Tuber?"
On the sands, Rishi blinks and watches the dragonet's progress, catching her
breath, feeling the crawlies in her stomach, she tries to ignore it
Dinae casts an owlish glance towards Dalas. "Fiora? Who's that? And I /know/
Creer's on the sands." She sees him, she does. And that green.
And--and--and...oh, piffle. She sees everything.
On the sands, Phredrik can feel his legs shaking suddenly, followed by his
hands. He doesn't know what to do at the moment, other than watch and be
ready.
On the sands, Creer laughs at the concept of a tuber being broke. His eyes
fall on the Impressed candidates, the few left on the sands and the Dragonets
left. He backs away from Mara slightly, not wanting to ruin her chances.
On the sands, Egotistical Ringmaster Turtle-Green Dragonet is a Dragon, and
that starts with 'D', which rhymes with 'T', which stands for... Tummyache.
Hunger haunts the whirl of those eyes, reddening their brilliant facets, but
they do not turn or shift or move off target. They draw her closer, closer,
close, narrowing the gap between her dark-self and the grey-eyed Candida
On the sands, Candidate.
On the sands, Egotistical Ringmaster Turtle-Green Dragonet has nowhere else to
go, and pushes her dark-cowled head towards Rhia, demanding the attention
that is her due. Come, Harper, Harper no more.
[SearchFoo] Keria ends it quick, for all our sakes. :>
Liessajumps for joy. "Yeah! Way to go Rhia!". She sits down slowly with a
muttered "Sorry" to everyone she disturbed.
[SearchFoo] Bali noddles.
Ella stares up, off and deep into space. Soft dreams pull her slowly away.....
Ella has disconnected.
[SearchFoo] Vae: AHHHHHH! THANK GOD!
Dalas smiles and says,"Fiora was an enlander before comming to the weyr as the
steward, she impressed a green," He tells Dinae.
[SearchFoo] Vae: S'over. n.n
On the sands, Mara starts paying attention again.
On the sands, Mara has connected.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Even if that was only 3 + half a pose.
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On the sands, S'era feels her grasp on consiousness fail, and cries, 'Is this
the end? It can't! It can't end like this!'
On the sands, S'era has disconnected.
Felassa grins and collects some marks. Turns and Turns attending Fort's
Hatchings has taught this Headwoman a thing or two about where to place her
bets.
[SearchFoo] Bali snorts, I did two for B'num and an impress. ;)
[SearchFoo] J'sen: Um..we didn't see a name announcement..was she impresed?
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Not yet. Rhia posed last...
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Are you waiting for something Keria?
On the sands, Rhia is struck dumb. Not moving, her eyes fix upon the dragon,
her mouth hanging open. "What's going on?"
Jules looks up from the sands with that dreamy glaze over her eyes. She shifts
over a bit...right next to Felassa. "Oh! Hello!"
On the sands, Egotistical Ringmaster Turtle-Green Dragonet knows. She has
always known.
On the sands, Egotistical Ringmaster Turtle-Green Dragonet's whirling gaze
fixes upon Rhia.
Crew> >> Ahzraelth has awakened! <<
[SearchFoo] Keria: Just Rhia.
Dinae waggles fingers, some sort of congratulatory remark ushered towards the
Harper lass with the green, then shrugs at Dalas. "Oh. A /deserter/." She
manages to instill a little scorn in her tone, though most of it is flippant
and more ironic than mean. "Well, congrats to her, I guess."
[SearchFoo] Katarra: She posed the 'Trouble. Rhia's middle name....'
[SearchFoo] Katarra: I think they're all waiting on you.
Payten appears at the top of the stairs in the very back of the galleries.
[SearchFoo] Vae: And now no one's waiting at all! Donedonedoen. n.n
Maggie never had any manners and proves it, stomping out.
Maggie has disconnected.
Maradydd, even though she's not yet pulled herself back up from her slump,
manages a hearty enough round of applause over Valyn's back. "Oh, well done,
Rhia!"
Felassa goes home.
On the sands, Rhia drops like a stone, falling with an audible thud onto the
hot sands, her eyes caught in the void that is the dragon. "I am called
Ahzraelth, and together we will rule this world!" she bellows, Harper lungs
projecting loud and clear. The girl doesn't even notice her mistake as one
tenative hand comes up to scritch Ahzraelth's eyeridges. "Right?"
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Ack! S'era disconnected and the Contortionist Brown
didn't impress!
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Did it? It's still out there...
[SearchFoo] Vae: He did. But the character didn't exist.
Dalas turns away from the person, obviously not one that he cares to associate
with being friends of Fiora and all, he returns his attention to the sands
wondering if any other impressions will be made, then he cheers for the odd
girl," Congratulations Rhia!"
Valyn finally starts to wake and manages to ask pleasantly of the appluding
Maradydd. "So, how much did I miss?"
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Whew.
[SearchFoo] Vae: J'oint was just @emitted.
On the sands, Bali grins as everything falls into place. "Alright,
everyone... time to go to your new homes... Come along, Rhia! Follow us with
your new lifemate," she scoots a few pairs closer to the group, a shepherd
for the flock. She smiles, remembering back to her own first moments with
Uliaryth. Well, not really remembering them, but she knows they were there,
and she knows the feeling.
[SearchFoo] Vae: Just @dest the dragon, quick. n.n
[SearchFoo] J'sen deletes his pose. :)
On the sands, B'num is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling Barracks.
On the sands, Fiora is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling Barracks.
On the sands, S'fina is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling
Barracks.
On the sands, N'ikos tries to follow, too caught up in the tumult of new
thoughts to really pay attention. Life isnever what you planned. Life is
moments you can't undrstand.
On the sands, N'ikos is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling
Barracks.
Eriisa says, "oh That was wonderful!"
On the sands, Paniliath is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling
Barracks.
On the sands, Baileyth is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling
Barracks.
On the sands, M'ydd is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling Barracks.
Dinae has been shunned. Goody. Not that she meant anything in the comment, but
she's fine with being shunned. There's enough fun in talking to oneself, and
warding off the space on her left; she would rather /not/ have anyone
squishing her against the lecherous Holder. "It's over alredy?" She sounds
disappointed.
On the sands, Rhia heads out towards the main bowl.
On the sands, S'fried is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling
Barracks.
On the sands, Yebanth is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling
Barracks.
On the sands, Rhia walks carefully onto the hot sands, making sure not to
disturb the queen or her eggs.
On the sands, Bali is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling Barracks.
On the sands, Seienth is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling
Barracks.
Liessa says, "Is it over?"
On the sands, G'briel heads out towards the main bowl.
On the sands, Royth is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling Barracks.
[SearchFoo] Keria: Great. Now Onelist is down. Good timing.
On the sands, Kr'lin is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling
Barracks.
On the sands, Mara heads out towards the main bowl.
On the sands, Amoret walks from the snads exhausted and broken. She strips off
her robe and casts it to the refuse.
On the sands, Saironth is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling
Barracks.
On the sands, Creer counts the Dragonets left to impress... 0... uh....
well... that's it. No more. A frown appears on his face slightly and he
turns to Mara. It's more for her than him, as he couldn't have expected
anything more than a wild ride. And what a ride it was. Still...
dissapointment is evident in his demeanor. He crouches down and picks up a
shard from the first egg that hatched and smiles. Looking at Tajiath for
permission to have the Souvenir.
On the sands, Katarra cdt :rumbles one last time toward the sands and broken
shards that sprinkle it's sursface. Katarra hops up with eagerness. "Just
think - we can fly again now!" she comforts. Tajiath rises and stretches a
bit, not so quick to leave as all that.
[SearchFoo] J'sen: Was Rhia paged with instructions?
On the sands, Rhia is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling Barracks.
[SearchFoo] G'briel isn't sure...did you do it?
On the sands, Ahzraelth is escorted off the Sands and toward the Weyrling
Barracks.
[SearchFoo] J'sen: Ah, there we go. No, Bali did it.
Dalas smiles at Eriisa," They always are, and I guess the enlanders will be
ecstatic, that their leader didn't impress, though they don't seem to have
the intelligence to understand what that does to a person." glancing at the
contigency, then back to the sands as he watches the parade exit.
On the sands, Adya blinks in from ::between::.
On the sands, Adya suddenly disappears ::between::
[SearchFoo] G'briel does so now.
On the sands, Katarra steps away from Tajiath a moment and approaches those
still on the sands, a questioning look on her face. "Follow me?" she asks.
[SearchFoo] G'briel done.
Alena goes home.
Liessa Hugs Jena. "Wow, wasn't that the best. I knew Rhia'd do it!"
On the sands, Tajiath wanders about, pushing sand and flipping shards while
Katarra takes care of things. A loooooong flight will be forthcoming, that's
for sure.
Maradydd gives one last whistle and a clap for Creer. He fought the good
fight, and thank goodness he's back to tell the tale.
Dinuj goes home.
Dinae mutters, darkly; "Sandra won't be pleased. Nothing pleases her." This is
coming from the girl who had to scrub saddles an extra three candlemarks,
just because some git dropped them in the dust. That muttered, she stands and
heads up toward the stairs. Those candidates not impressed will surely want
some baubles to fill the emptiness they must surely feel. Or something.
Whatever, she plans to make some marks tonight.
Dinae walks down the stairs to the entrance.
On the sands, Amoret nods "I, um should pack my things." Amoret sighs.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Whats the shortcut back to the barracks?
[SearchFoo] Bali: Someone get the other candies?
Liessa stands up and extends a hand to Jena "Come on, lets get home."
On the sands, Creer looks into the stands for the first time, scanning for
familiar faces.
On the sands, But the Wagonmaster can't make any out from here.
Jena looks, still questioning everything. "I want to stay here." she states.
On the sands, Rishi smiles softly "aye I need to move my things back to the
resi dorms
On the sands, Rishi says, ""
On the sands, Llawenth leaps off the sands into the air!
Above the sands, Llawenth has arrived.
Ruulth> From Above the Sands, Llawenth has arrived.
On the sands, J'sen carefully walks around the edge of the Sands, gathering up
those would rather not leave even though the Hatching is over. "Just follow
the Weyrwoman.."
Above the sands, Llawenth soars out the upper entrance of the grounds,
heading back to the bowl.
Ruulth> From Above the Sands, Llawenth soars out the upper entrance of the grounds, heading back to the bowl.
[SearchFoo] Keria does the mass snuggle thing as she runs off.
On the sands, Katarra smiles and swings an arm in gesture, heading out toward
the bowl.
On the sands, Rishi heads out towards the main bowl.
On the sands, Keria joins the exodus out.
On the sands, Phredrik heads out towards the main bowl.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Exit anyone??
On the sands, Keria heads out towards the main bowl.
On the sands, Creer heads out towards the main bowl.
On the sands, Amoret heads out towards the main bowl.
On the sands, Katarra heads out towards the main bowl.
On the sands, J'sen heads out towards the main bowl.
[SearchFoo] Katarra: Nevermind.
Liessa looks down at jena, "But there's nothing left to see, and they'll be
angry if we're away too long." She suddenly remembers the package sitting
beside her, "We'd better get this delivered and go soon."
Dalas finally sits down, having no injuries to speak of he is pleased at how
the hatching went, he gives a slight sigh," Well now that went very well." He
says more to himself than to anyone in particular.
