Inyanth settles back, head high, wings vaned high above his back. He thrum-um-ums. Loudly.

Hexenth croons again, a soft, soprano hum blending with the other dragons' voices.

Tiarnath looks around, her eyes whirling, her tail lashing, though not from anger, from eagerness to see her clutch hatched

Renith humms, her swirling eyes watching the eggs intently.

Nevorth blends his voice among the others and continues to hum, his eyes whirling in excitement.

Elnebeth walks out onto the beach, making a scrupulously correct bow to Inyanth and Tiarnath.

Rose stops and bows towards the dragons and their riders.

Deianeira bows

Tiarnath suspiciously eyes the candidates as they file onto the sands, giving each one a cursory examination to see if they are worth what might await them. Telinda, a hand placed lightly on the gold's flank, flickers a smile to Alinor. She smiles and nods to the weyrlingmasters as they pass.

Niall bows to Tiarnath and Inyanth and assumes his position with the other Candidates.

Liwellan stops and bows towards the dragons

Lily bows as she steps onto the sands.

Aeson stops, giving a respectful bow to both dam and sire before moving to his spot before the eggs.

Tesan bows carefully to Tiarnath, then the assembled dragons, and takes a place in the loose half-circle.

Nerian bows to dragons and riders and reumes her spot between Shiri and Ephyra.

Ephyra bows to dam and sire as elegantly as she is able, then sidles back beside Nerian.

Liwellan walks over and stands next to Aeson

Deianeira walks between Liwellan and Shaun

Shiri follows along, holding tightly to Nerian and Tesan, and bowing to the dragons and riders that are around the egg mound.

Kytiara bows to Tiarnath and Inyanth, before stepping over to join Lily. One thing done...

S'ton wanders out, giving his own bow to Tiarnath and Inynath, before moving back with the other riders.

Shaun walks in and bows to the dragons and then steps up onto the sands, eyeing the egs with anothe bow to the queen. He smiles to Deianera.

Morgan gives a sweeping bow to the dragons and then takes his spot in the half circle, trying to keep an eye on his sister Elnebeth the whole time, just in case she needs him or something. Silly boy.

Alinor's smile is brilliant -- but whether it'sa from hatching excitement or relief is hard to tell. Maybe both. She flickers a look to Telinda, the Weyrlingmasters, the Candidates -- and back over her shoulder at Inyanth, who is busily thrumming up a loud, ground-shaking roar.

Jeanne steps out, a bow proferred to both dam and sire, and she scurries after S'ton. Yup. She flashes Telinda a brief reassuring smile.

Rose moves over to find herself a spot at one end of the circle.

Telinda grins and glances back to Tiarnath as the gold's thrum becomes more accentuated.

Weaver's Spindle Egg shivers violently, perhaps a greeting to the candidates? It rolls just a bit in the soft sand and then lays trembling a few feet away from Tiarnath.

Shiri bounces and hops on the spot, nervously looking at the eggs. She then takes another deep breath and forces herself to be calm and still and to wait. She then looks over at the bleachers trying to pick out the people she knows.

Elnebeth grins at Tesan as he stands next to her, then turns to watch the eggs.

A light wind, which seems to have grown a little in intensitiy stirs the sand of the beach.

Ephyra watches the eggs with a wide grin.

Lily bows to Tiarnath and Inyanth as she she steps on to the sands.

Cocky Plumed Egg rolls away from two of the eggs it was resting beside. It jerks around, then shudders as minute cracks start to form over its surface.

Aeson offers a hand to Liwellan before turning his attention to the trembling eggs.

Liwellan takes Aeson's hand and watches the eggs.

Kytiara lifts one foot, then the other, sand's heat making itself known through the thin leather soles of her sandles. Grabbing Lily's hand, she watches the eggs, eyes wide.

Shaun looks at the eggs tumbling around and holds Deianeiras hand as he stops himself from stepping up to the eggs. He watches some of the egss move.

Morgan moves out of the way of two girls holding hands and looks towards the moving egg in a bit of apprehension.

Tesan smiles nervously to Elnebeth. "I still think having this out here is weird."

Ephyra giggles. "Of course it's weird. That's part of what makes it fun."

As the eggs shudder, crack and shake, one of them seems to stand out from all the others. The Crystal Cave Egg splits into many different shards, and a brown tumbles forth. He lets out a wheezing attempt at a trumpet before rising and tromping across the sands toward a tow-headed boy. Gazes lock and the boy gleefully exclaims a name that is lost over the noise of the Hatching.

Elnebeth nods to Tesan, although her eyes don't move from the eggs. She bounces a little as the brown makes Impression.

Weaver's Spindle Egg starts to shake again and you can hear a noise, something akin to a tapping. A small network of lines starts to form over the egg's surface.

Liwellan hops from one foot to the other nervously.

Rose catches herself biting her lip and stops, trying to control her nervousness.

Shaun looks over at the impression that was just made. "Oh please." He looks at the eggs steadily and full of anziety.

Nerian giggles at a whisper from Shiri and fidgets. Not nervous. Nope. Really.

Niall watches as the Hatchlings already emerge and his nervousness is indicated by his hands twisting into his robe.

Cocky Plumed Egg starts to rock back and forth more violently. The lines of cracks spread across the rounded shell, splitting wide as they meet up with each other. Splinters of shell fall off and dust the sand.

Shiri watches the Weaver's Spindle egg begin to crack and in her excitement she tries to point, but only end up jerking at Tesan's arm. "Look at that one! it's cracking!"

Liwellan watches the cracking egg hoping.

Deianeira looks at the little brown and then at the others eggs

Shaun looks up at the cracking egg and goes. "oh my...." He glances at the egge hopefully oh so hopfully......

Elnebeth squints through the flying sand towards the Stolen Fire Egg, bouncing slightly.

Weaver's Spindle Egg lays very still. Suspiciously still you'd say, with all those lines now formed over it, surely it's very close to hatching.

Deianeira takes Shaun's hand, smiling.

Tesan nods! "Maybe that one next?" He points to the other side of the mound and an azure shell.

Jeanne's gaze flickers to S'ton quickly, and as she does spy the first impressed pair, consequently helps them off the..er..sands.

Niall's eyes narrow as the sand starts to swirl on the beach.

Like a pea shelled from its pod, the wind snaps once.

Weaver's Spindle Egg strains, the pressure of garnering thread taking its toll in the form of a fissure on blue green surface. A claw emerges, breaking the delicate instrument into shards as a dragonet leaves its former confinement, triumphant.

Alinor settles back in the curve of Inyanth's foreleg, her smile still glinting, and watches the activity as it goes all about her. Busy.

Once upon a time... a princess pricked herself with a spindle and fell into a fast asleep, only to be awakened by the touch of true love. Still as a statue is this young dragonet, frozen in the moment of escape from shards and fighting searching. Though perhaps there is a need to fight through brambles and bushes, to find the way, it seems it could be worth it. All are asleep, and senseless -- until the spotting of that one sure one. A curse may make things difficult, but true love always prevails, to allow that awakening into joy and utter familiarity that is ever dreamt upon.

Kytiara blinks rapidly, lifting each foot in turn. Hot, hot, hot! "Lily, did you ever think it would be like this? Look!"

Deianeira squeezes Shaun's hand and says, "Look!"

Rose peers over at the hatchling, wonder if it's going to move.

Aeson's eyes dart all around. Things are happening to quickly for him to take in everything. Finally his eyes come to rest on the latest hatchling.

Inyanth bellows a happy bugle at the /green/. Alinor elbows him.

Nerian notices young dragons breaking out and tenses, rocking back and forth on her feet.

Liwellan looks at the hatchling in wonder.

Ephyra fidgets alongside Nerian, then grins broadly and points to the sleepy hatchling.

Shaun squeezes Deianeira's hand and nods and looks at the hhacling, "I see."

Tesan mmmms. "That's pretty. I hope its feet don't get as hot as ours sitting there!"

Spinner's Web Egg weavers in its protective environment, not sure which direction it should take, but surely it should take one. Wisps of sand fall lightly as it dances to a silent melody.

Two girls and a boy amongst the candidates fidget in a little cluster as the Miner's Hammer Egg sunders into several pieces with the sound of a resounding -crack-. A powder-blue dragon creels as it slowly rises to its feet and makes its way toward that cluster. Finally it chooses out one of the girls, a dark haired one with blue eyes and Impression is made.

Elnebeth grins at Tesan's remark. "Ooo, lookit that blue."

Lily looks wide eyed at the cracking eggs, breatless.

Shiri blinks, seeing the hatchling and new rider walking off the sands, then looks back in time to see another hatchling emerge. She watches, almost calmly, as it looks about, then cheers as another friend of hers impresses to a blue.

Beautiful Sleepy Hatchling spreads glorious wings wide and with a triumphant creel turns to look around at this new world it has stumbled into.

Niall shifts from foot to foot, the cause of the discomfort being multi. He swallows, hard.

Sand whips up into tiny whirls, covering the true colours of some of the hatchlings

Cocky Plumed Egg shudders again as larger shards of shell flake off and scatter to the sand. A claw punches through, then withdraws as more shell crumbles.

Shiri giggles at Nerian "Look...it looks like it almost wasn't ready to awaken from the egg. can you see what colour it is?"

Liwellan squeezes Aeson's hand nervously.

Kytiara begins to point out the obvious, lifting her feetin time to her words. "Look at that one! And the blue...and that egg..." Babbling, yes, but it does relieve tension.

S'ton sheperds in new weyrling pairs, gathering them off and to the side. Once done, and setting instructions probably not heard, he goes back to idly watching.

Nerian shakes her head. "Nope."

Shaun wows at the hatchling as he seas it, eyes wide open, he looks at the dragon and takes a step twoards the mound, then a step back. He can't take his eyes off them.

Cocky Plumed Egg never looses its composure, but it's very composition is another story. Hairline fractures widen to extensive rifts, opulence discarded as the egg shatters into a thousand pieces. From the shards, a dragonet escapes, sand and egg fragments scattered in its wake.

Ephyra reaches up to wipe some grit out of her eye. "I can't tell..."

Once upon a time... Vanity prevailed in a Lord Holder's eyes, so taken was he with himself -- and it was easy to take advantage for he was unwilling to accept that he was ever made a fool. In naked splendor does this hatchling emerge from the remains of its shell, to its own eyes mired in brilliant hues. Pride and stubbornness infuse the regal shape of its step -- as does the flare of its transparently sailed wings, Yet for all that, it's plain to the onlooker that there's not much there, although they may pretend otherwise -- imagination's the best soup, as well as false pride, although honesty can endeavor to strip it all away to the barest of hues.

Lily bounces slightly on her feet, eyes unbelievably wide!

Niall's eyes dart about his fellows and the mound of eggs. One egg in particular keeps his attention.

Elnebeth bounces as she peers towards the other side of the Clutch. "C'n you see what's happening over there, Tesan?"

Nevorth hums and welcomes the new little ones.

Deianeira tries to see whats happening

Shiri's smile broadens as she watches the next hatchling proudly emerge from the remains of its egg, commenting to those near her "It's all happening so fast...i can barely keep track of them!"

Telinda chuckles and grins brightly as several new impressions are made. Tiarnath bugles happily, its not like she needs to keep quiet

Shaun glances at hathcling that just hatched and steps up on the sands. "I can't see what it is Deian, what color." He looks at the hatchling carefully.

Liwellan eyes wide she watches the eggs hoping against hope.

Kytiara elbows Lily, eyes as wide "Look at that one! The one who loks like it smells something funny..."

Beautiful Sleepy Hatchling starts towards a group of white clad candidates and then pauses, needing to shake off a bit of shell first. Once free to move again it gives another healthy creel and approaches Niall.

Lily blinks at Kyti, then turns to look at the hatchling, grinning slightly.

Tesan laughs, shifting on his feet. "Not really -- well, not much. Look, there!" He points to a shy boy on his knees before a gorgeous little green. "Told you he'd impress!"

Stolen Fire Egg shimmers, already quivering as its rocking begins

At first glance, this egg seems to be uniformly covered in a golden sandy colour, but a second glance reveals that the shell is not matte, but instead shines with a variety of hues -- hints of glistening-gold, sparkling-green, dazzling-silver and a very pale rose-pink -- intertwine in perfect silken strands to shimmer in the light, whether from the moons or from the sun. Closer inspection also reveals gossamer strands -- slate-grey, midnight-blue and sooty-black -- all radiating outwards from a central hub, spun in a perfect rendition of a spinner's web.

Niall watches as the green approaches, hope flares in his eyes for a moment, but is replaced by his stolid practicality. Still, he can hope.

Elnebeth nods, then ooos, bouncing a little more. "I think the fiery one's moving."

Shiri watches Niall's reaction as the Beautiful Sleepy hatchling approaches him. She grins and cheers him on.

Hexenth continues to hum, throat vibrating with the effort, as she greets each new hatchling with building excitement.

Kytiara shakes her head at the look 'Well, it /does/. " she goes back to watching, breathless at each new arrival.

Vain Unclothed Hatchling yawns widely, tongue flickering out over moist snout. He takes one lofty look around before shaking out his wings in a curt manner. His eyes slowly gaze around, gleaming crimson and glowing like embers. He makes a few cautious, and somewhat undecisive steps.

Aeson's eyes squint as he tries to see through the haze of sand. He reaches up with his free hand, wiping his brows.

Spinner's Web Egg wobbles in its spot, the rose-pinks dazzling in the light from the beach, and though hidden somewhat by the sand being blown up, it still shines with radiant life. A tapping noise starts within, like a drummer testing a new hide

Alinor stands on her tip-toes, eyes taking in them all; Inyanth continues his loud thrummyness.

Liwellan hops around unable to stand still but eyes never leave eggs .

Lily squints through the sands. "Can you see any of the others Kyti?"

Shaun looks up at the hathcling that just yawned, he slwoly lets go of Deians hand, wanting to come near it, but not thinking if he should. "I can't see what color it is...." He gaps at the hatchling.

The Wild Playful Egg bounces around, jiggling across sand, rolling through little hollows until it gets stuck in one. It shakes back and forth, cracks splitting large across it's sides until the beak of a bronze dragonet pokes through. The hatchling warbles unsteadily as it slowly slinks across the sands, heading toward a youngish boy who hangs back. With surprise that boy yelps back and races forward, throwing his hands around the bronze and babbling excitedly.

Ephyra tries to keep her eyes on every hatchling at once, and only succeeds in making herself dizzy. She puts a hand on Nerian's arm to try to steady herself.

Lily makes an excited noise as the bronze impresses, fingernails digging in to Kyti's hand.

Kytiara blinks, rubbing sand from her eyes "A greenish one, I think, a few you can't tell at all!" she elbows a taller Candidate who'd moved in front of her, and stands on tiptoe "The wind is awful!"

Nerian eeps as she's pulled off-balance, but she manages not to fall.

Beautiful Sleepy Hatchling looks the lad over briefly and then moves over towards a red haired candidate, still making confused creels. Sand clings to the damp hide, helping along the itching that has already begun.

Deianeira looks at the eggs, silently and breathless.

Shiri holds her breath, as she waits to see which direction the closest of the new hatchlings will go in. Her eyes flick constantly across the sand, trying to keep track of which eggs are hatching and which hatchlings are where.

Niall's eyes go from green to mound to fellows back to the green. His breathing is evenly spaced, his outward appearance calm. A flash of disappointment flashes in his eyes.

Stolen Fire Egg :shivers again, shaking, quivering. Too much to handle, and impatient to boot: already a few cracks start crazing, although it remains nestled fast inside its hollow as yet.

Liwellan mutters to herself "Oh please... I hope."

The endless summer evening darkens beneath the clear arch of the sky.

Kytiara jmps now, as much to relieve her feet as to see over people "There's lots, though...ow! Your fingernails hurt!"

Ephyra stifles a giggle at the indecisive dragonets. She winces as Nerian loses her balance. "Uhm, sorry Neri..."

Vain Unclothed Hatchling stops for a moment, rocking back and forth on its haunches as it tries to make a decision. First its head looks one way, then another, gaze searching out which way would be the right direction, and which person should be the right one. Decisively, it twists, and heads off in a completely different direction from both, as it approaches some girls and a boy.

Elnebeth bounces again. "It's crackin', c'mon, egg."

Lily loosens her grip some, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry!"

Stormy Thunderbolt Egg uncovers itself from a covering of sand by rumbling. The movement isn't violent but is very consistant.

Aeson mutters something to Liwellan, but it's lost in the noise that surrounds them.

Kytiara grins back "It's ok. Isn't this exiting?"

Lily bounces excitedly in answer, nodding vigorously.

Sand continues to dust the beach -- candidate-raked into such fineness that a small gush of wind sets it blasting around all the hatchlings and eggs.

Niall watches the Thunderbolt egg, the one that he's been really watching. His hands continue to screw into his robe, and those closest to him see the knuckles go white.

Liwellan squeezes Aeson's hand.

Shaun looks up at the indeciseve hathcling that just started moving and says. "I still can't see what color it is Deian." He steps forward again. "I can't see it." He steps again and again, very nervouse.

Lily pushes her unrully hair (and a whole lot of sand) out of her eyes, so she can see.

Beautiful Sleepy Hatchling moves on to stand between two women, one of them a fair blonde, the other a brunette. With a long pause and a final noise of longing the dragonet reaches a decision.

Beautiful Sleepy Hatchling pauses in front of Rose, then deftly nudges her -- and as the sand calms so too does her colour become clear.

A dense forest, with a certain neglected air about it -- bushes thick and rambling, grass invading what appears to be cobbled stones of a courtyard and creepers spreading their fingers up what might once have been a wall -- covers this green's hide. Brightly covered streamers of royal-blues and imperial-purples show through the green of her flanks -- like banners that might fly in the wind -- curling around her neckridges and paling slightly over her muzzle, as if the pennants were of great age. A stunning bouquet of shapes assembles over the aileron of her wings -- rose-pinks, marigold-oranges, and primrose-yellows -- forming a soft bed of garlanded flowers in amongst the carved oak-brown spindles that form her wingbones. From just under her jaw -- all the way down her belly and towards her tail -- a single, uniform drop of greenish-red spills, just as if a seamstress had pricked her finger and a pool of sanguine fluid had flowed.

Shiri laughs and nods in agreement, shaking her head and squinting as a gust of sand blasts past. "Ack! I can't see a thing!"

Deianeira says "Shaun! Be careful!"

Tesan backs up a reflexive step as a brown stumbles toward, then away from the clump like a rider after too much wine.

Lily ohs, hand to her mouth, as she nudges Kyti. "Look at Rose!"

Shiri sighs and smiles as the sand clears and she notices a new impression "Rose! She's beautiful!"

Rose's smile brightens brighter than it ever has before, "Her name is Ialyth... and she's beautiful."

Shaun glances over at Rose with a smile and a nod. "Can't let her show me up." He nods confidently to Deianeira and steps forward again.

Kytiara is looking, really "I see! She's georgous! Congrads, Rose!"

Telinda smiles, "Congratulations Rose" she calls over, doubtful of being heard.

Rose watches Ialyth wander a short distance away.

Inyanth bugles. Deafeningly. "Shards, Iny," Alinor sighs. "I see her, yes. Yes, you can admire her later. She's too little now." The brown just shifts his wings, stunningly smug.

Elnebeth nearly trips over herself trying to avoid the brown. "Tes, did Rose just IMpress?"

Tesan nods distractedly, muttering an explanation.

Nerian ooohs and smiles over at Rose! Hearing Elnebeth she says "yes! A green!"

Stormy Thunderbolt Egg keeps rumbling, the noise growing a bit though the movement doens't seem to change any.

Shiri nods at Elnebeth, grinning wildly.

S'ton smiles, before wandering up next to Rose. "Can you follow me, please? Ialyth....a very nice name." He smiles, before motioning to an area set off for weyrlings.

The streaks of electric-blue waver across the Stormy Thunderbolt Egg, seeming to vibrate and branch out over the shell, with tiny flashes of a near incandescent blue-white as it begins to splinter. With one last mad, gyrating heave and a loud, cracking sound, the steely-greyblue shards fly apart the struggling dragonet within bursts free at last.

Niall grins Rose-wards, a genuine smile that so rarely graces this lads face.

Elnebeth grins at Neri. "Yay!" Then she goes back to trying to see what's happening to the fiery egg.

Once upon a time ... a Holder's daughter was so sensitive that even a pea under her mattress would keep her awake, although this proved to be fortuitous indeed. Likewise, this hatchling has a certain highborn delicacy, a gentility that is obvious as soon as it emerges from the shards of the egg. Fragility enables truth, despite the doubtful muddiness of the first appearance, not nearly so fine as the final product might be -- only the truly birthed can sense the discomfort and trials -- and so be married to the one true love who can be at last satisfied, and at last joined by the proper mate.

Rose smiles and wraps an arm around Ialyth's neck and walks with her with the weyrlingmaster.

Morgan looks partjealous and part relieved as a dragonet impresses to the girl standing right next to him.

Kytiara bounces on her toes, peering over heads, dragonets, and eggs "I can't see anything in all this sand!"

Tesan ohs softly. "That's a sight worth the effort." He tugs at Shiri's sleeve. "Look over there!"

Shiri gasps as the rumbling of the Stormy Thunderbolt Egg crashes into the tearing sounds of shell breaking. She then peers through the obscuring dust at the delicate hatchling that emerges. "Is that one a green? Or maybe a blue?"

Sun Runner Egg gives a little quiver that radiates across the camber of its shell. Then with a huge splitting crack, it breaks into pieces, revealing a yellow-green hatchling. She glances around, ever so carefully before shambling up to a raven-haired lad standing gangly and tall. She croons up at the one she's chosen, whom then leans down and whispers softly to the dragonet.

Disheveled Pea Hatching rolls out into the sand, finally free of all those shards! With a shake of the head it rights itself and tries to figure out what to do now. Two steps are taken towards the egg mound before the dragonet realizes there are white robed beings the other way that warrent inspection.

Elnebeth peers where Tesan's pointing. "I dunno."

Lily tries to shield her eyes. "What are they pointing at?"

Niall watches as the hatchling emerges from the Thunderbolt egg, now hope unadulterated springs in his eyes. The hope is replaced by sand and he screws his eyes shut, blinking fiercely.

Shiri smiles as she catches sight of another impression " And then her attention is drawn back to the Dishevelled Pea Hatchling.

Liwellan closes her eyes for a second hoping and then opens them again to see what's happening.

Stolen Fire Egg starts to rock in earnest now, and a few flakes even begin to fall away. The egg tumbles from its hollow, to roll end-over-end along the sand. Tap. Now. Tap. Soon. Tap. Quick.

Rose settles down with her beautiful green off to the side, listening to S'ton's instructions.

Kytiara sighs in frustration "I can't see at all...Too bad I'm so short."

Deianeira looks around, trying to see whats happening

Shaun steps up, looking at the cain hathcling more and more. HE steps again and whispers. "What color are you?"

S'ton smiles, not much really to say as hestands near the weyrlings, watching to see what's going on toward the center of the beach.

Niall hears Kytiara's voice as he opens his eyes again, and chuckles, his deep voice managing to cut the wind, "Being tall doesn't help too much either."

Elnebeth is quickly distracted from the Disheveled Pea Hatchling, as the fiery egg starts moving again. She bounces incessantly.

Vain Unclothed Hatchling fixates its gaze on one person, a girl. Bright red hair beckons the dragonet with their flowing waves, as do her marvelous eyes compell it. The dragonet's stubby feet keep it waddling in determined fashion toward her as it does its best not to trip or stumble over wings that threaten to drag it down. Finally it gets there, and looks up, and up, and into her eyes.

Lily laughs. "I don't think anything helps with this wind!"

Vain Unclothed Hatchling pauses in front of Kytiara, then deftly nudges her -- and as the sand calms so too does his colour become clear.

Precise, exact measurements of colours weave themselves over the hide of this blue hatchling, almost as if he were a beautiful fabric made into a suit so light and fine that it would appear invisible to anyone stupid and incompetent. Elegant cerulean-blues embroider his flanks -- like an imaginary mantle -- before glorious patterns of beryl and turquoise cover him in exclusive designs. A blush of baby-pinks entwines his muzzle -- almost as if he were embarrassed -- before regally embracing each neckridge; whilst the marvelous train of his tail -- traipsing behind him in some farcical ceremonial parade -- is luxuriously brocaded with turquoise and teal. Wings shiver with movement -- just as though he had been divested of clothes and left in the cold -- scandalous-blues accentuating the translucent aileron of his membranes.

Ephyra tries to shield her eyes from the flying sand, peering intently toward the mound of eggs. "I can't see a thing."

Disheveled Pea Hatching gets it's bearings again and heads towards Elnebeth, wanting to see what these interesting things are like! A wide swath is cut in the sand behind it by the passage of it's tail.

Stolen Fire Egg at last -- at last -- shakes enough of its shell to emerge.

Shaun sighs as the dragonet blue gets chose, byt he smiles to Kytiar with a happy nod, then turns around to see if any other hatchlings are on the mound, He takes one step back.

Crackling, as if the fire were coming to life, the Stolen Fire Eggs surface becomes webbed with tiny traceries. The cracks that radiate outwards from the cradled hearth gradually becoming more pronounced as the occupant struggles to be free of the glowing embers of the shell. With a huge heave, and a triumphant bugle, a dragonet finally manages to push itself free.

Lily gasps, as she sees the blue. Now she's crying for sure. "Kyti?" she breaths, dropping her friend's hand.

Once upon a time... Magic's thrall brought riches and wonders undreamt of to a boy and his mother. Within the confines of a single, solitary lamp -- a wish-giver's power rose, granting all that the pair had ever dreamed of and more. From that mystic power so this hatchling seems drawn -- a thrill of amazement now realized, a story of riches untold. Stability is fortold, although some still conspire against it -- but in that wait and trial comes the end and magical fulfilment -- the wealth, the dream, the Lord's gracious honors, all enrapt into polished harmony.

Aeson shakes Liwellan's hand. "Didja see? Ky Impressed!"

Shiri looks from the Stolen Fire Egg, towards Shaun, sharing Deian's worry for his safety. She then notices the Vain Unclothed Hatchling wandering close to Kytiara and cheers as she sees the look on her face, "Is he your new lifemate Kytiara? Did he speak to you?"

Suddenly, being short doesn't matter at all, as Kytiara kneels in front of the blue "Yes, Belenth, we do know, don't we?"

Elnebeth glances towards the commotion by Kytiara and lets loose a cheer as she sees her friend IMpressed, then turns back and lets loose another as the Stolen Fire bursts.

Nevorth bugles as his candidate is chosen.

Lily gasps, clapping her hands excitedly. "Oh, Kyti!"

Liwellan nods her head "I did isn't it wonderful!"

S'ton meanders back down, stepping idly over miniscule dunes, before she stops at Kytiara, before watching. "Belenth. Kyti? Come on...let's get you and Blenth off the beach."

Shaun glances at the hatchling that just hathced and turns to Deianeira. "See another one." HE glances back at it with a smile.

Nerian smiles over wistfully at Kyti. "Nice blue."

Magic Lamp Hatchling shakes out those damp wings, getting bearings before, slowly, startign o set forth. Determined, yes. Graceful? Not yet. But wingspars drag the ground lightly, and talons mark the sand as the pace sets forth.

Deianeira shakes her head, "I cant see anything with this sand"

Kytiara nods numbly, tossing a smile at all, then follows S'ton

Inyanth keeps up his bugling, and thrumming, reverberating around.

Shiri sighs in wonder as yet another dragon emerges, her attention torn from one place to the next trying to see through the sands. She then blinks as she hears a familiar bugle.

Ephyra grins brightly and waves to Kytiara. "Good for you." She turns back to the sands, trying to see what other hatchlings are still wandering.

Elnebeth bounces excitedly as she tries to watch the progress of the Magic Lamp Hatchling across the beach.

Niall watches as Kytiara Impresses, and again, a heartfelt smile for his fellow. He continues squinting against the sand, and forces his hands from his robe and cups the sides of his eyes, hoping to block the airborn grit.

Liwellan wipes the sand from her eyes straining to see.

Belenth trundles after Kytiara eagerly, his little blue tail thumping along in the sand behind him as he tries to keep up.

Tesan grins and mutters encouragement -- whether to a hatchling or candidate isn't clear. "Keep going. You'll get it sooner or later."

Kytiara pauses, and scritches itchy headknobs, before continuing.

Shiri grins at Tesan and glances out at the nearest hatchling. She watches as well as she can through the sand as it makes it's way across the sand.

Aeson attepts to use his free hand as a shield so he can try and get a better view of the things further off. "Can you see them?" He asks Liwellan.

Magic Lamp Hatchling sets a steady pace, now, each step determined

Liwellan shakes her head "no I can't! your taller can you?"

Nerian watches, still tense.

Magic Lamp Hatchling finds the fingersails get too heavy, and the hatchling pauses to flap them, briskly, sending out a spray of sand. That done, the perusal is begun: upon which to bestow /that/ magical favor?

Disheveled Pea Hatching looks the girl over and then moves down the beach just a bit, catching the sight of someone just perfect to oil that itchy spot under it's wing.

Ephyra grins impishly at Nerian. "This is certainly a different kind of hatching, isn't it?" She winces and rubs at one of her eyes.

Aeson shakes his head. "No, not really." His hand still shielding his eyes.

There is a scuttling amongst the eggs as the Winged Insect Egg scoots around as the hatchling within tries to free itself. Shell splits apart, causing a young little blue to loose his balance and fall into the sand. He creels, the poor little fellow, and just sits there for some long moments before he frees himself to stand up and hobble toward a young boy whom he nudges his headknobs against affectionately. Together the two are lead off to the side by a weyrlingmaster.

Elnebeth tries to get the sand out of her eyes after a gust blows them full of it. "Which way is he going, Tesan?"

Niall manages to make shapes out in the sand, and despite himself a wry grin emerges on his stoic features. The antics of the hatchlings the most obvious cause of his amusement.

Shiri sets her shoulders and stands straight and tall as she sees how determined the Magic Lamp Hatchling is. She watches carefully as she can until a scuttling shape draws her attention. She peers through the sand at the Winged Insect Egg.

Liwellan squeezes Aeson's hand in encouragement.

Tesan squints. "Um, that way, I think? Toward the water." A general wave encompasses anything from the half-circle to the mound itself.

Sword in the Stone Egg starts rocking as it rolls a little away from the other eggs. It doesn't move much before it goes still, though an insistant pecking sound can be heard from inside.

Liwellan squints through the sand trying to spot the hatchling.

Disheveled Pea Hatching teeters, listing severly to one side for a moment..looking as though it might fall! A helpful lad from the beastcraft reaches in for just a moment and gives the small dragonet a helpful push, righting it. With an excited bugle the young one makes it's choice!

Disheveled Pea Hatching pauses in front of Deianeira, then deftly nudges her -- and as the sand calms so too does her colour become clear.

A soft, soft bed in a luxurious room with silken sheets and pillows beckons to a noble traveller, soaked to the skin in her finest clothes after a unpleasant journey in driving rain. She is the image of perfection -- her hide a pure pea-green -- but for the wash of raw-umber that splatters against her haunches, lit by a brilliant streak of emerald, reminiscent of lightning flashing across an evening sky. The dirt is transmuted by a drizzle of flawed sapphire -- at first dripping from her regal head -- before appearing between each neckridge, like a droplet of rain might should it trickle down someones face. Despite her somewhat unkempt appearance -- thick, muddy-browns coating rapacious talons -- there is a certain a majestic presence to her -- wings meticulously precise in detail and colouring, fluttering like the finest of gowns.

Hexenth thrums encouragement, then joy as the dragonet finds its mate.

Shiri glances around as she hears a young bugle, trying to see what is going ona nd if someone else is impressing. "Deian!"

Spinner's Web Egg starts to rock and roll after its long pause, like it was a fly caught in a spinner's trap, or perhaps it needed to take a deep breath. With a short jerk it frees itself from the mound and rolls down a slight incline, arriving in front of one candidate's feet.

Magic Lamp Hatchling inspects a candidate or two, closely. Elnebeth first, who is swiftly dismissed. And Tesan second, just as quick. The hatchling trumpets lightly, and shakes its head.... and continues the march along, in search of its own mystic pull. It's there. /Somewhere/.

Niall doesn't see the impression happen from the way his hands are cupped over his eyes

Liwellan cheers "Dei!"

Deianeira looks at the hatching then smiles, "Arenth?"

Lily cheers the new lifemates!

Elnebeth looks decidedly crestfallen as the Hatchling passes her by.

Niall swivels his head Dei-wards, and nods solemnly.

Tesan calls congratulations to Deianira, his voice faltering.

Inyanth bugles. Again. This is becoming a tiresome trend. Alinor shifts her gaze up towards him. "/Inyanth/" she hisses.

Aeson cheers, once against tugging on Liwellan's hand. "Your friend just impressed."

S'ton watches, before giving a cheeky grin. "Dei? Will you and Arenth follow me over here with the others?"

Shiri gasps as the Magic Lamp Hatchling passes right infront of her. She murmers to Tesan "He sniffed you!" She jumps as he trumpets.

Hexenth calls back to joyfully back to Inyanth.

Liwellan smiles and nods happy for her friend!

Deianeira nods to S'ton

Sword in the Stone Egg starts shuddering again. Slow lines start to cross its surface as it wriggles around furiously. Whatever dragonet is inside there sure wants to get out.

Strands whisper across the shell of the Spinner's Web Egg, webbing across in a mad tracery of riotous colour. The gossamer strands, thicken, and open wider and wider until -- *thump* -- a bewildered dragonet is spilled onto the sands of the beach.

Kytiara waves over at Dei, scritching headknobs all the while.

Once upon a time...the midnight hour is struck and night's illusions are shattered to the gossamer strands of dreaming. The cloudy haze clears and all that is left is a vision of perfection stepping forth from the shards of a shattered egg. Already the memories of one fantastic night, spent in storybook existence seem far away. Was -- for one brief glittering moment -- the kitchen drudge really a Lord's child, dressed in the guise of wealth and advantage? If not for the pureness of the silken form before you all would seem as fantasy. A small cry of freedom -- like the clear tone of a silver bell -- calls your attention to this hatchling, and by looking at it's delicate form it is tempting to believe that not all dreams are meant to go unrealized.

Magic Lamp Hatchling finds it. Him. The one. And he's not even looking the proper way. A tall boy, who was hiding his gaze at first and now watches others. His, mine, ours -- and done, unto an enchantment of their own making.

Deianeira smiles at Kyt

Magic Lamp Hatchling pauses in front of Niall, then deftly nudges him -- and as the sand calms so too does his colour become clear.

Like a precious copper lamp -- burnished from constant use and glowing brightly from repetitive polishings -- so this bronze's graceful presence makes itself known. Flame reds crest up and over the proud lines of his elongated muzzle, gradually dissipating into the magnanimous gilt of his flanks, which flickers like candlelight wavering in a breeze. Molten copper curves into the clean lines of his chest -- burning bright with handworn polish -- though talons stubbornly remained sooted with charcoal. Silhouetted-sienna shadows the base of each immaculately crafted neckridge, the verdigris hue unleavened from his neck down to the umbered eclipse of his handle-fine tail. Smoky-blue wisps their mystic delicacy along his pinions, wind-blown as they occlude, within burnished transparency, the fine aileron and the broad sweep of expansive sails.

Elnebeth sighs heavily as the Magic Lamp Hatchling Impresses to Niall, but then grins and waves to Niall, some happy thought having occurred to her.

Niall looks at Ceruth, "Of course you're hungry, Ceruth." he nods, matter of factly, looking towards the mound, then stops, and looks down, "CERUTH!"

Nerian starts, looking over at the sound of the newest hatchling. "What a pretty sound it just made!"

Liwellan ooohs "you see that dainty one over there?"

S'ton wells. Quite the surprise, though a bugle from a distance away tell who'e happy.He walks up to Niall, before grinning. "Would you and Ceruth like to follow me over to the others?"

Ephyra catches her breath at the sight of the dainty hatchling.

Aeson squints at Liwellan's question. "Not clearly. Can you make it out?"

Kytiara winces, then looks over at S'ton "He's Hungry...where's the meat?" Hungry with a capital H...

Morgan moves just a bit too close to a new dragonet and finds himself half deaf from a bugle in his ear. He hops out ofthe way, chastizing himself for being so careless.

Nerian looks away long enough to smile at Niall.

Shiri joins Elnebeth in her sigh, and then beams widly and calls out "Congratulations Niall!" She then grins and bounces a little trying to see the dainty hatchling over the other side of the circle.

Liwellan shakes her head.

N'all nods to Shiri, and a strange sound emits from Niall, a sound of delight and laughter rings from the boy.

Elnebeth grins sidelong at Shiri. "'Twas a bronze! I thought 'e w's brown."

Tesan grins to N'all as he and Ceruth pass. "Good for you!" A long, wistful look before turning back to the matter at hand and the small, elegant form among the shards.

Dainty Debutante Hatchling pauses, catching its breath, and glances around. Not a very graceful beginning eh? With small dainty steps it looks around the beach and ponders what is the next step in this quest of its. Perhaps it's supposed to dance?

Sword in the Stone Egg bucks in place like a wild runner stung by an insect. It twists around even as bits of shell fall from its sides to scatter the sand.

Shiri giggles and nods at Elnebeth as she coments "Me too! When he looked at you then Tesan, i thought it might have been like the game we played all over again and that i might have found my Piet Dragon..." She giglges and looks back out onto the sands.

N'all still laughs as he continues over towards S'ton, he smiles to Tesan, and quickly clasps his friend's arm.

Elnebeth chuckles as she looks back at the clutch, elbowing Tesan. "Look, that one looks like it's gonna dance."

Nerian giggles as she watches the dainty little thing.

Though once the Sword in the Stone Egg appeared immovable, it now displays movement all contrary to that belief -- pitching this way and that, rolling forward and backwards, rocking in wild circles. Then, as if the sword had been pulled free, a hatchlings head appears, followed quickly by the rest of its body as it finally hatches.

Once upon a time...after movement stills from within the egg shards, what must be the wrong hatchling is revealed in all its glory! It doesn't match the others, looking quite odd and out of place amongst them. Its dam and then its siblings reject it, leaving it bereft. Lonely it wanders, searching for acceptance, trying ever so hard to fit in. But each time a similar song is sung. Cast off, without a home, or even one to love it, the little ugly hatchling finally discovers its family. Siblings just like it abound, friendly and accepting, a beautiful mother shares her care, and he grows into a big, lovely dragon whom all show envy.

Belenth watches Kytiara wander away. With a jolt of surprise, he starts to stumble after her.

Dusted Winged Egg bursts forth from the clutch in all it's egg like splendor! This is the egg everyone has come to see hatch, what a wonderful egg!

Elnebeth bounces as she tries to see what hatched out of the stone egg. "C'n you see it, Tesan?"

Liwellan oohs "look at that egg!"

Shiri grins, looking around at the ever decreasing group of candidates who are circled about the eggs. She seems now more excited than nervous, and eagerly tries to work out which of the candidates the hatchlings are going to impress to. She then catches sight of the Awkward Ugly Hatchling and comments "that one looks a little strange doesn't it? Or is it just me?"

Watery Rescue Egg teeters on the edge of the pile, the fracturing of one egg leaving it unbalanced.

"Look at that one," Aeson says to Liwellan, pointing at the newly hatched dragonet.

Tesan peers through windblown sand. "He's different, but I'm scorched if I can see just what." Hopeful: "Maybe he'll come sniff us and we can see!"

Ephyra awwwhs at the awkward hatchling. "Poor thing. It looks so /lonely/..."

Nerian hmmmmms. "It does. Maybe it'll look more normal when it finds its rider."

Liwellan smiles "He looks different..."

Kytiara re-appears, beckoning to Belenth "Come on, follow close!"

Dainty Debutante Hatchling snorts as it looks at Tesan -- oh my, no Lord Charming this one. Nope. Not good enough for this hatchling, it moves onwards, with several quick steps carrying it over to a huddle of girls. It sniffs daintly, perhaps one of these might do?

Shiri nods in agreement with Tesan "I hope so!" She then catches sight of more eggs rocking and the one that teeters "I keep wanting to go over and catch them...help them up...though i know that's a really stupid thing to think.."

Elnebeth nods vigorously and tries to rub the sand out of her eyes again. She giggles as the green passes Tesan.

Tesan hey!s at the princess. "What was that for?"

Dusted Winged Egg does amazing egg like tricks! Well, not really, all it can do is what the other eggs do, but it does these things with real class. It trembles and then it shakes.

Liwellan says "Oh please...Oh please.."

With a sickening smack of shell hitting shell, the Sour Grapes Egg careens into its cousin, the Man in the Moon Egg. Both split open, the former spawning a blue hatchling, the later a green. The green nearly runs over her sibling though, one claw slashing cruely against the blue's wing. He creels with pain as she makes her way past him to Impress to a young, red-haired girl. He wobbles forward, injured wing dragging until he finally finds his boy. The lad of blonde hair pats the head of the blue and says worriedly. "Its okey, we'll get it fixed right up!"

Watery Rescue Egg is either teetering or trembling. Hm. Maybe both?

Shiri looks up as the Dainty Debutante hatchling passes and giggles at Tesan "They're all taking a look at you! Maybe one has reserved you for itself? That could be why they all veer away?" She peers up, watching the nearby hatchling closely.

Nerian watches as the dainty dragonet gets closer, as close as Tesan. She giggles at the dragonet's snort. "Oh, I like that one."

Ephyra giggles at Nerian. "I do too. It's silly."

Shaun wakes up from as if in a dream and lokos about, oh my.

Awkward Ugly Hatchling seems to droop in place for a few moments as awkward head bobs around to observe the blur of candidates. It draws straighter and starts hobbling over the sands, wing-tips dragging along the ground as it moves to a boy and wuffs at him curiously. No, he's not the one. Disgruntledly, the hatchling moves on.

Shiri blinks and lets out a small squeal as the sands calm a little and she catches sight of a blue dragonet dragging a hurt wing "Look! He got hurt"

As the Hatching flings itself into full swing, four different eggs crack open nearly simultaneously in different parts of the clutch. The Snaked Headdress Egg pops out a startlingly lime green hatchling. The Under the Bridge Egg finds itself breaking open to show a loam-colored brown. The Lapis Stone Egg splits in half, divulging its olive-green toned dragonet to view, and finally, the Wailing Woman Egg disolves at the smack of a claw to reveal yet another brown, this one a handsome fellow with red flecks in his wings. They all slowly wander away from the remnents of shells to find their mates. Both greens happen to find a boy and girl, side by side who look much alike with their brown hair and green eyes. The first brown wanders over to a girl and bumps his head against her tummy, while the final brown wanders lost for some minutes more before discovering an older boy with tawny hair.

Pinks and topaz's tremble, just a bit, speckles shimmering in the hot sunlight as the Dusted Winged Egg twitches. Though the shell seems thinner than some, it still seems a great weight to its occupant, since the egg's movements are quiet subdued even though the efforts of the baby dragon within are immense. Finally, a small muzzle breaks through; cracks weave and widen across the shell, and body follows with a rush, sprawling on the sand.

Elnebeth watches the Awkward hatchling curiously, then tries to look in four different directions at once as several eggs hatch and their dragonets Impress in very short order.

Nerian looks over in the direction Shiri points and ohs softly. "I hope he's all right, the poor thing."

Shaun looks up at the Awkward hathcling and ows, looking at it he takes a step foward. "Oh my, what's wrong?"

As the petals of a blossom unfold to be bathed in morning sunlight -- not unlike the shards of an egg scattering to the sands -- thus appears the diminuitive perfection of a child. Life seems to be a glorious wonder at first, before being carried away by an ugly creature to be married. Freedom comes unexpectedly and includes a sail down a river, atop a lily-pad, pulled by a beautifully coloured winged insect. However, a Trundlebug spies and steals her away, but casts her out; a Spinner takes a fancy, but decides that the marriage cannot be; and a Roller gives comfort, only to propose bethrothal to a Spring. Escape comes when the soft feathers of a bird bear her away, free to be with the flower ruler, where she, in turn, is gifted with flight.

Aeson looks across the semi-circle to the other candidates, but his attention is drawn back to the eggs.

Liwellan looks at Aeson then back at the eggs quickly.

Ephyra winces at the awkward hatchling. "Be careful, you..."

Tesan sighs. "Aw. And the lapis one was my favorite -- can you see if there are any sbig shards?"m This to his neighbor-of-the-moment.

Shaun turns and looks at the new hatcling with a smile, he glances at it and smiles. "It's so a bit...small...." He smiles at it and studies it.

Dainty Debutante Hatchling stops in front of the girls that were talking. Obviously they approve of the snort it gave Tesan. Each is generously sniffed at -- first Ephyra and then the one next to her. Which, one, o which one shall take it to the gather?

Elnebeth wrinkles her nose. "Tes, I can't see *any*thing." She rubs her eyes again.

Watery Rescue Egg trembles, definitely, knocking against another egg, before spilling downward off the pile in a slithery slide, a mini-avalanche of sand and shards from other already-hatched eggs.

Liwellan smiles "You see that charming one over there?"

Nerian eeps and stands very still, watching curiously.

Shiri nods at Tesan "I think there are a few largeones...we'll look later ok?" She then smiles as she sees the small dragonet "That one has to be a green doesn't it? No others are that small...not as far as i know.." She blinks as her view of the other hatchloing is blocked by a dragonet. "eep?"

Ephyra tugs on Nerian's arm. "Look, it's that silly one..."

Elnebeth turns to look curiously down the line towards the dainty deb pondering her friends.

Charming Diminutive Hatchling is, just like it's egg, something special! A quick half turn with wings spread and a few of the more easily impressed candidates are awed. A loud creel issues from the still damp muzzle, ringing clear a loud for all to hear.

Ravaging Feline Egg attempts to roll out of the mound smoothly and with style, but hits a bit of shell from an earlier clutchmate and ends up rolling akwardly end over end into a depression left by another egg.

Shiri holds tightly to Nerian's hand, perhaps nervous at having a hatchling so close, perhaps in wild hope that this dainty debutante will choose her or her friends..

Dainty Debutante Hatchling is by no means silly. Not at all. A more detailed examination is given to Ephyra and even a slight jostle to the middle.

Dainty Debutante Hatchling pauses in front of Ephyra, then deftly nudges her -- and as the sand calms so too does her colour become clear.

Like a Lady Holder ready to attend a gather -- bedecked in her finest dress and slippers -- so to appears this diminutive green -- a epitome of feminine beauty. Silken-greens, in many different hues -- from olive to avocado, jade to aquamarine and moss to olive --cover her flanks, muting at first and then intensifying as if each successive shade was more beautiful than the first. A dirty, grey-black smudge works its way up her belly before it covers the gentle curve of her muzzle -- just as if it had been rubbed into ashes -- before it wisps away into insubstantial smoke over the crest of her eyeridges. Each subtle movement of her wingsails speaks of a grace and poise unmatched by others, delicate sinuosity captured in crisp peridot -- bright like faceted glass -- and overlain by the greenish-gold that frames her wingbones and wingspars.

Liwellan oohhhs "Look isn't it something?"

Shaun aws at the charming's beugly and ows. "It's a proud little thing." He points to it in aw and can't take his eyes off it. "It's preety, and what a strong bugle!" He looks around, where are all his friends?"

Tesan just stares. "Oh, my. My, my, my... I want to be a glasscrafter, I think! Hey, Ephyra! Congratulations!"

Elnebeth lets loose a cheer as the dainty green Impresses to Ephyra. "She's pretty." A moment later, she's distracted by the feline egg's tumbling.

Aeson inclines his head once to Liwellan. "It's lovely, from what I can see, that is." He strains to get a clearer view, something not easily done.

Awkward Ugly Hatchling wobbles uneasily, nearly tripping into the sand when it stumbles over a wing. The hatchling pauses, regaining its equilibrium. It goes up to another boy, pushes at him, then past the candidate, and inspects a girl. No, and no. Neither of those are the right mate for it. It creels anxiously. Where is the one for this dragonet?

Ephyra splutters into giggles. "Oh, Ygrath, you are too silly! Snorting at Tesan like that..."

Shiri sighs happily "Ephyra! She's lovely! Congratulations!" she then giggles and looks at Tesanm "A glasscrafter?"

Nerian yanks her hand away from Shira to hug Ephyra, bouncing.

Morgan rubs some of the sweat off the back of his neck and gives a thumbs up to a friend who impresses, quickly followed by a grin and a congratulations to Ephyra.

Elnebeth squeaks. "Nobody said you were silly!"

S'ton wanders up to Ephyra, grinning ever so slightly. "Ygrath. Can you and Ygrath follw me up to the weyrling barracks?"

Liwellan says To the Diminutive charming one "Yes I do!"

Shiri laughs happily, watching the impression and subsequent hugs and then is distracted again as one of the hatchling trips over it's own wing "Now that one is silly!"

Tesan nods! "So I can make wings like that."

Ephyra giggles at Ygrath. "Okay, maybe he's the silly one, but that snort..." She blinks up at S'ton. "Oh, yes sir..."

Watery Rescue Egg lands on the beach with a dull thump, knocking against another egg and narrowly missing a teetering bronze dragonet in its rolling slide down from the pile. It shakes, harder now, for long moments, before lying still.

Shaun steps back and sense something from one of the hatchings and chuckles. "No your not silly." He looks back egg that the thought came from. EH glances at the Dimutive one. "A proud little thing it's so preety."

Nerian stops bouncing long enough to sigh wistfully and take Shira's hand as the candidate who stood to Ira's other hand closes in.

Elnebeth crouches down to get a better look at the Awkward Ugly Hatchling.

Ravaging Feline Egg tries this rolling forward thing all over again, bumping up out of the depression and then rolling back into it. The sounds of frustrated pecking can then be heard from inside of it.

Charming Diminutive Hatchling moves towards Liwellan, a little more clumsey than is preffered, but the dragonet makes it nonetheless. A survey is made of the girl and then the dragonet steps towards Morgan, again looking with hopeful eyes.

Liwellan looks hopefully at the charming dragonet.

Nerian looks over and watches both the clumsy and the tiny hatchings, her gaze lingering perhaps slightly more on the one closer to her size.

Aeson looks from Liwellan to the Charming hatchling. Close, so close. When it moves away, his attention is drawn back to the awkward hatchling.

Shaun frowns as the dimutive one goes towars some others, but he whispers to it. "Oh comone, just come this way, please."

Liwellan sighs but still hoping.

In the Weyrling Barracks> J'mis smiles, "Now who do we have here? And are you two ladies hungry?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> J'mis points the newest pair towards one of the bowls of chopped meat.

Telinda smiles as more and more hatchlings impress.

As the Hatching flings itself into full swing, four different eggs crack open nearly simultaneously in different parts of the clutch. The Snaked Headdress Egg pops out a startlingly lime green hatchling. The Under the Bridge Egg finds itself breaking open to show a loam-colored brown. The Lapis Stone Egg splits in half, divulging its olive-green toned dragonet to view, and finally, the Wailing Woman Egg dissolves at the smack of a claw to reveal yet another brown, this one a handsome fellow with red flecks in his wings. They all slowly wander away from the remnants of shells to find their mates. Both greens happen to find a boy and girl, side by side who look much alike with their brown hair and green eyes. The first brown wanders over to a girl and bumps his head against her tummy, while the final brown wanders lost for some minutes more before discovering an older boy with tawny hair.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ephyra nods and, still giggling, beckons Ygrath toward the meat.

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all is rapidly shoving meat down Ceruth's gaping maw.

Ravaging Feline Egg shudders as more pecking noises are heard from within.

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all grins at Ephyra, "Heyla!" An insistent bugle and a nudge brings N'all back to task.

Shiri grins at Tesan and nods in understanding "I think it would be a wonderful thing to be able to make anything as beautiful as these." As she speaks her eyes come to rest on the Dainty Diminutive Hatchling. "Like that one."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ygrath needs no beckoning, she's already there, dainty she may be, but hungry she most certainly is right now.

Awkward Ugly Hatchling abruptly stops its search down the line of clustered candidates. The dragonet's head whips around and stares into the eyes of a young girl. Could she be the one for it? He gives an experimental croon. Perhaps she is! Yes! Hatchling relaxes before her eagerly.

Awkward Ugly Hatchling pauses in front of Elnebeth, then deftly nudges her -- and as the sand calms so too does his colour become clear.

At first glance this hatchling appears to be nothing like his siblings -- his hide is a conglomeration of colours that don't quite match or meld together in a fluid pattern -- but a second, more detailed appraisal, shows that he is more noble of heart than any shelled before, and possesses a certain innate grace not at first apparent. The chestnut-brown of his hide blends with patches of yellowed-ochre -- paling from overlarge head to overlong tail -- the colours fusing as if mutating into something quite remarkable. His muzzle is dipped in carmine-red, curving upwards more at the sides -- like some birds beak -- ebony rings around his eyes making them seem darker -- and perhaps beadier -- than they actually are, whilst the passing seasons are pictured over the aileron of his wings -- from summers' red-warmth, to winters' blue-waste and finally to springs' green-buds -- a story in themselves.

Tesan nods thoughtfully. "She's for a stonecarver, though." He rubs his eyes to try to shut out the windblown sand for a second.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara is quietly stuffing Belenth, forcing him to swallow before accepting more "I know you're hungry, but you have to eat more slowly!"

One egg, The Man in the Green Egg spins in a half circle before comming to a stop as it breaks apart and hatches into a handsome young blue. A second egg, the Seacrafter's Tale Egg, bumps into the hatchling just before it cracks to reveal a small brown. The first hatchling seems lamed by the hard smack of the other's egg. As the brown matches across the sands to pick an older girl as his mate, the other blue stumbles and falls across the sand in a slow and almost painful scene to watch. Finally he makes it to a young boy who's arms go around the blue to support him.

Nerian bounces as she sees Elnebeth impress!

Elnebeth beams fit to split her face. "Noeth!" She flings her arms around the brown's neck.

Ravaging Feline Egg seems to be caught in another battle -- from within. Striations web the shell -- teeth breaking and unleashes tuffs of hair -- the war raging, then suddenly lost. The egg suddenly explodes, the dragonet the victor, before being showered in remains.

Once upon a time...loneliness and grave misfortune are suddenly broken by the ear startling snap of a shell and the arrival of a particularly clever looking dragonet. After spending a few precious moments taking in the lay of the land this creature moves forward, a dapper image of near feline, grace so surprising to find in one just hatched. Should such a being be welcomed into hearth and home, treasured for it's brilliance? Or should this devoted beast be exploited to bring even greater gifts of fame and fortune to the one person it seeks only to help? The free choice is there, but with so many things in life the road, that seems to glow the brightest, often has the greater peril. With transparent wings outspread, this marvelous being steps towards it's destiny, eager only to serve.

Charming Diminutive Hatchling spins around, sees a girl impress a brown clutchmate and decides that the time has come to make a match. Whirling eyes look back over the line of candidates, and the dragonet remembers seeing a pair of kind eyes. With a warm bugle it rushes towards it's intended.

S'ton patters behind Elnebeth, hands behind his back. Quite a bit of color with this one. He waits for a moment, before mentioning, "Will you and Noeth follow me up to the barracks.?"

Tesan takes his hands away from his eyes in time to see Elnebeth find her dragon. "Hey -- Hey! You did it!" He bounces almost as much as Nerian.

Shaun glances at Elnebeth as she impresses. "Congrats." he says as he turns back towards Dimutive hatching and looks at it steadily, his leg twitches as he moves.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ephyra holds up dripping pieces for Ygrath. "I know you're hungry."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Belenth eagerly takes the morsels as he's fed, chomping on them greedily. He swallows one bit nearly whole before opening his jaws wide to accept more.

The Great Olympian egg hurtles forward, sundering against the side of the Gilded Rainbow Egg. It also splits open to reveal a green hatchling while the first one's hatchling: a young and strong bronze stalks the sand in search of his mate, who turns out to be an older boy with red-gold hair and a scar on his chin. The green delicately picks her way in the opposite direction to Impress to a young boy with brown hair peppered with blonde.

Liwellan looks at diminutive hatchling hoping!

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all looks at J'mis, "Sir, when will we know they're full? Do they ever stop eating?" A snort from Ceruth send N'all into a fit of giggles.

Elnebeth is completely oblivious to the congratulations shouted towards her as she caresses Noeth's neck and eyeridges.

Charming Diminutive Hatchling pauses in front of Liwellan, then deftly nudges her -- and as the sand calms so too does her colour become clear.

Over ponds that speckle gardens and babbling brooks that ribbon valleys -- exotically winged shapes hover in place -- expectantly waiting for just the right moment, like the colours that flutter over this tiny green hatchling. Her hide is the colour of dew-kissed leaves -- pale, but of an exquisitely clear emerald -- dappled by various subtle shades of saffron and other, more insubstantial hues of violet, cerulean, and cinnamon. The faint, darker traceries of what could be a Spinner's web works its way over her perfect, rounded snout, until banished in the unfolding, sinuous glory of her neckridges, each more luminescent than the first, as if bathed in sunlight. Wings -- that rustle like a breath of wind through leaves -- are full of riotous colour -- more so than many winged insects -- the thin, translucent membranes limned with gold flecks of dust.

Aeson looks from the right to the left and back again. Trying to watch everything at once.

Noeth croons adoringly at Elnebeth and nuzzles close again. Ah, at last. Here's someone who'll always love him.

Liwellan smiles "Dovath?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara half-smiles in exasperation "You have to /chew/!" She quickly pops a few more pieces in, with a warning glance.

Aeson releases Liwellan's hand, stepping away from the pair.

Clever Booted Hatchling fights off the last fragments of the egg, it's wings shaking and flapping to make sure there isn't a bit of shard left. Free of that egg, at long last.

Shiri beams as Liwellan and Elnebeth both impress. She calls out her happy congratulations to them both.

Shaun smiles as Liwellan impresses but sighs and turns to look at the Clever booted Hathcling with eager and impatient eyes. He glances at it hopefully.

Liwellan smiles at Dovath "I love you very much!" and reaches down to put her arms around her!

Elnebeth tears her gaze reluctantly away from Noeth's eyes and says, "I think we oughta get off the beach."

S'ton ushers off Elnebeth, before turning, seeing Liwellan Impress. He wanders back down, before mentioning, "Dovath....ready for you new home, Liwellan? Can you follow me back to the barracks?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Belenth twists his head slightly. He does? But he's -hungry-. He creels even as his beloved mate gives him more. He chomps it down quickly, swallowing so that it goes down to fill a slowly rounding belly.

Alinor glances towards Telinda, mopping at her forehead, though her eyes glint warm. A different experience, this perspective, indeed.

Clever Booted Hatchling surveys the bettlefield strewn with defeated eggs and looks about for it's intended target.

Liwellan smiles at S'ton "Yes, coming Dovath?"

Noeth waddles after Elnebeth on short, stubby legs.

Tesan tightens up the circle a bit, scooting over toward Shiri. "That one looks like one of the kittens from earlier." He points to the booted hatchling, wavering briefly.

Watery Rescue Egg begins to rock again, with great determination. One faint crack develops, then widens.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ygrath gobbles down some of that might and looks back at Ephyra, warbling

Nerian looks around at the remaining eggs and hatchlings, her expression a bit more solemn but still hopeful.

Shaun glances at the clever booted hathcling and surveys it happily. "It's a shrewd guy, at least I think it's a guy. " He smiles at it and gazes over it, looking at it hard.

Liwellan smiles at Dovath "Yes there's food!"

Dovath :warbles brightly and moves to follow Liwellan, eyes intent on the girl like she'd follow her anywhere.

Aeson moves closer to the candidate on his left. He takes a moment to wipe at his forehead.

Shiri giggles and agrees with Tesan "very much so." She then looks out over the shards of eggs and the few remaining solid ones "It's getting close to being over i think...not many left now" She sounds a little disappointed, but the eagerly returns to watching the sands and their occupants.

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all miles to Liwellan, "Heyla!" Food continues to disappear down the maw that is Ceruth, and another huge grin for Elnebeth, and still more dripping meat disappears.

Clever Booted Hatchling spots the intended target and charges across the sands towards a small group of candidates, certain that one of the ones there is the right one.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara waves at Liwellan and Elnebeth with her free hand, before turning back to Belenth

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ephyra grins at Ygrath. "You aren't full yet?"

Watery Rescue Egg slowly begins to disintegrate, flakes of shell dropping away from the widening, branching cracks that meander across its surface.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth beams at N'all as she ushers Noeth into the barracks. "Here's food, Noeth!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan waves at Kytiara and turns to Dovath.

In the Weyrling Barracks> J'mis smiles towards the new pairs, caught sneaking a sip of wine turned away from the ones already here, "Meat and oil here for them, right over there...

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ygrath shaeks her head, she isn't!

In the Weyrling Barracks> Dovath follows behind Liwellan very closely, whirling eyes on every move.

Shaun steps back as the hatchling charges but then steps foward with a smile. "Very bold." He looks over the charging body, but dosn't step out of the way.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth leads Noeth over to the food and oil. "Here, have some meat, Noeth."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan smiles at Dovath "Hungry?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara widens her eyes as the meat dissapears, yet he's still asking for more! "Do they /ever/ fill up?"

Nerian watches the charging hatchling carefully.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ephyra grabs more fistfulls of meat, holding them out to Ygrath. "Be careful, though. You don't want to get all dirty..."

Tesan takes an uncertain step to the side. "Yes, but I sure hope it can stop in time..."

Shiri looks over at Shaun in alarm "Careful Shaun! You're gonna get yourself hurt doing that!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Noeth starts squirming around as it tries to reach its shoulder with its snout.

Watery Rescue Egg bubbles, a call from beyond as rounded sides bulge an crack. Perhaps what needed to be found has been, as the egg falls, splitting open -- cleanly bisected down the middle, the dragonet within saved.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan croons "It's ok Dovath I'm here!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all's eys have lost all trace of his normal solemnity and instead dance with delight and something else, a spark of mischief? No, not N'all.

An Island Mists Egg seperates itself from the rest of the clutch in order to split into pieces as an indignant young green pushes out of the egg. She's just finding her mate in a young girl with braids when a second egg, the Single Eyed Egg shatters into many pieces to reveal a sapphire colored hatchling. He finds a boy rather quickly, one with solemn eyes and near-white hair.

Once upon a time... a Lord Holder's daughter was helped out by a animal, and promised him all he could possibly wish for, but once the task was accomplished holding her end of the bargain was a great trial indeed. At first, there's an anger to this lovely young hatchling, a defiance as it stands immured in the cooling remains of its shards. But then, it begins to move, and accept, the orders that are given it: to move forth, to seek, to do as it was bid. But magic seems caught within it, and in those that it shares: for though it might rant and rail in anger, in time it frog turns to a price -- and it is happy again, and amazed -- and dwells in eternal delight.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth grins at Noeth. "YOu eat, I'll get that itch." She looks around for a few moments before spotting a paddle with which to apply the oil. She practically drenches Noeth as she oils his itches.

Clever Booted Hatchling runs into one of the candidates that didn't move knocking him back onto his back. It then stops with a croon and turns back towards the poor boy.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Dovath opens her mouth really wide and just looks at Liwellan hopefully.

Clever Booted Hatchling pauses in front of Shaun, then deftly nudges him -- and as the sand calms so too does his colour become clear.

Dressed for a night on the town, the splendid ruffles and cuffs of what resembles a brand new cloak, gives this hatchling a debonair appearance -- the sunlit gaiety that dances around an elusive periwinkle-blue, slipping over his sleek form like laughter. Replenished colour -- as if he were freshly dyed -- begins as a bold sapphire-blue, drenching both muzzle and headknobs in a flare more characteristic to a feline than a dragon, whilst a dark, navy streak races down rounded neckridges. From there the starkness fades over the gentle azure-blue of his wings that are plumed with jade and ochre -- as if a feather from an exotic bird had been jauntily placed in a hat -- and continues down his belly to conclude in talons -- black as a starless night, and yet shining brighter than Rukbat itself.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan looks around for something to feed Dovath and finds it.

Shaun smiles at Shiri and looks back at the charging hathcling. He glances at the fallen boy but says. "Tarvoth, he says he's Tarvoth!"

Wishing-Well Hatchling stumbles from its shell and sprawls headlong onto its face, sneezing sand with a startled, frustrated cry.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara just...melts "Oh, I love you too, Belenth. Let me get that for you..." She scratches between blue shoulders, heart in her eyes.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan grabs some meat and starts to feed Dovath.

Aeson watches Shaun, giving him a little smile as he surveys the rest of the beach.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ceruth quite shamelessly emits a rather loud belch.

Shaun laughs and caresses Tarvoth's mmuzzle. It's alright.

S'ton watches, before wandering up to Shaun. "Shaun...can you and Tarvoth follow me back to the barracks?" While he speaks, the other candidate is helped up, only a few scratches for his trouble.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Noeth seems to sigh in relief as he sags under the wonderful onslaught of itch-soothing oil. He snuffles at the meat before gulping it down where his lovable mate left it for him. But the little bit she offered is quickly gone. Creel joins others: More?

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan smiles at Dovath "Here you go!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all looks at Ceruth, and looks at J'mis, "Do they belch normally?"

S'aun nods and smiles to S'ton, sure, sure.

Shiri winces as the boy gets knocked over and then cheers as impression is made! She then looks over at the Wishing-Well hatchling as it cries out in fight and frustration.

Wishing-Well Hatchling flicks broken shell-sherds loose angrily...they're pokey! Does it have to be confined for so long by that awful shell, only to get poked, now, too?!

Tesan smiles wanly to S'aun. "Congratulations to you, too."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth pauses in her oiling to offer Noeth some more meat. "Shards, you ate that fast. Here, I'll get you more." She goes back for another, similarly-sized portion.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Belenth nuzzles his head toward Kytiara as he slowly chews on a piece of meat, obviously his first ravening hunger being sated.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Dovath mushes the food up in her mouth, some of it falls on the floor, shehe looks about curiously.

Nerian smiles, then turns back to the remaining hatchlings and eggs, her expression less animated now.

Tesan sighs at the Wishing-Well hatchling. "Oh, calm down. Your siblings went through it, too, and they're all fine."

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all smiles at S'aun, "Heyla!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan smiles at Dovath and scritches her eyeridges "I love you and your very beautiful!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara smiles in relief, slowing the momentum of meat-to-mouth "There now, better?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> J'mis grins, "If they're eating to fast they do... but they're so hungry right now it's hard to stop them.

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all nods, relieved and starts shoving the food back down the maw.

Shiri sighs and gives both Tesan and Nerian a squeeze on the hand in encouragement and keeps her eyes on the wishing well hatchling. She smiles as Tesan speaks to it "Oh, leave the poor little one alone...just think how scary it must be to be out there all alone!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara says "Belenth slowed down." Obvious statement "I though he'd never stop..."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth tries to spread the oil a little bit more evenly on Noeth's shoulders. "You're dripping. I used too much."

Wishing-Well Hatchling hisses spitefully. It's been poked, dumped in the sand...not to mention its clutchmates tromping around on its shell sounding like gongs and all! And furthermore, it is dreadfully, awfully hungry and scared and lonely and...CREEEEEEEL.

Morgan remembers himself and closes his mouth, still gaping from watching little Elnebeth impress that big brown. He eyes the remaining dragonet, still hoping.

In the Weyrling Barracks> S'aun smiles as he caresses Tarcoth with a smile. "It's alright love, you didn't hurt me." THey walk in and look around. "Now what?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Noeth chews it down, gulping gratefully at the meat as Elnebeth oils his sensitive and itchy hide. His tail flickers back and forth so much so that he falls forward. Ooof. Snout right in the remnents of raw meat. Ow!

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan gives Dovath some more to eat.

Tesan nods dubiously. "I guess you're right."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ceruth finally seems to be sated as with a sigh and a thump rests his head by N'all's feet.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Dovath :nods at Liwellan and chews more of the meat up even as she opens her wings up to show them to her new lifemate.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara spots oil. Oh, oil! Inching over, she tries to grab and continue feeding...maybie she shouldn't have mooved that far away...

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth falls on her own rump, then scrambles back up. "Are you okay, Noeth?" She helps him back up.

Two eggs, the Carved Horn and the Guarded Serpentine, begin to shudder and shake, huge cracks splitting against their sides. Two greens hatch, nearly twins of eachother with their like coloring of peridot and jade splotches. However, one finds a boy who's familiar to all as a renowned prankster at Southern Weyr. The other finds a lad with spiky brown hair.

Aeson strains to see in the direction of the creel. He looks from it to the remaining candidates.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan grins "Oh Dovath they're beautiful!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Belenth wriggles around, squirming all over and nearly knocking Kytiara over.

In the Weyrling Barracks> S'aun caresses Tarvoth a little more, " I know, I ....I can feel it.....where do we get food guys?" He shouts.

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all points towards the barrels, "OVer there!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ephyra giggles at Ygrath. "Watch it, or I'll call you silly again. If you'd just slow down and /chew/..."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara inches more "Can someone hand me that...I...oof! I can't reach..."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ygrath pokes Ephyra. Not silly. Nope. Another belch. Whoops!

In the Weyrling Barracks> J'mis smiles, "Right over here is an open bowl of food, right over here."

What seems to be one of the very last eggs, sure takes its time in hatching. The Methodical Plodding Egg splits open in slow stages. Eventually, a little hatchling of sky-blue emerges to gaze wonderingly around him. Gradually he takes his time crossing through the sand toward a young girl who can't contain herself any longer. She rushes forward and throws her arms around him, before she's urged up in order to lead him away by the weyrlingmaster.

Wishing-Well Hatchling gets to its feet, finally, balancing nicely despite all its complaints, well-formed wings trailing in the sands until it thinks to tuck them up. Oh. There. Well, some better, anyway. It takes a step, then another...there are those *such* interesting creatures over there, getting there couldn't be /that/ tough, could it? Birth-weak limbs firm slightly, finding a gait.

In the Weyrling Barracks> S'aun walks over to the barrels and grabs some food, he turns and hands it out to Tarvoth. "Here, eat, eat, but slow, chew!

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan grins at Dovath "We will fly together one day when your bigger!" and leans down to hug her.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth wipes oily hands on her oily robe and runs them over Noeth's hide. "Any more itches?"

Shiri watches as two of the remaining eggs hatch and the dragonets impress. She calls out congratualtions again and goes back to watching the Wishing-Well hatchling, and is again distracted as a girl runs across the sands to the hatchling. She murmers "Perhaps the bold approach is the way to do it?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Tarvoth follows the instructions, at least the eat, eat part, the slow part he'll pass on for now.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ephyra oofs. "Oh, and poking at me isn't silly?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara manages to grasp the bottle, and applies the contents liberally "There..better?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> S'aun laughs and caresses the lower muzzle of Tarvoth. "Slower, chew chew chew!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Noeth manages a soft whimper, then rubs his very oily body up against Elnebeth. She rescued him. His little head nuzzles against her tummy and he croons reassuredly.

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all does a quick tally, and looks at S'aun, "Looks like we're outnumbered, S'aun."

Nerian watches the last of the hatchlings intently.

Wishing-Well Hatchling creels again, a lighter sound this time, aching of hunger and longing. Such a big, empty place this is...surely there is something, someone to fill it? It wobbles closer to a small bunch of Candidates, butting anxiously first at one set of legs, then another.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Dovath eats more food, eyes turned adoring towards Liwellan as she asks a million questions.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth grins fit to light the barracks as she rubs Noeth's eyeridges and tries not to fall on her rump again.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan sighs "Oh Dovath! You make me very happy. I'll hug you as much as you want!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> S'aun looks up at N'all, "Outnumbered? What do you mean, men versuse women?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all nods to S'aun with a grin

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ephyra giggles at Ygrath. "And I can't love you for acting silly sometimes?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Tarvoth slows down a bit, but keeps up eating at a rapid pase.

Shiri smiles as the Wishing-Well hatchling and comments "See, now he's getting the hang of things..he'll be fine."

In the Weyrling Barracks> S'aun chuckles and nods as he feeds Tavorth. "I guess we are, we'll suffer thro it."

Tesan watches anxiously. "Come on -- choose someone and you can eat and settle down." His earlier comment is gone on the blowing wind.

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all grins at S'aun, "Aye."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ygrath rumbles at Ephyra,and whuffles her affectionately -- her only answer.

Nerian nods, watching its progress.

Wishing-Well Hatchling pauses in front of Tesan, then deftly nudges him -- and as the sand calms so too does her colour become clear.

Hazy summer afternoon sunlight reflects over the surface of a deep, mossy well. Dark, abyssal green -- almost black in some lights -- glimmers subtly, the peaceful mirror disturbed rarely by a faint ripple of movement. So too seems this green hatchling -- shy, but ready to reflect on her surroundings, muscles quivering with excited anticipation. Brilliant-sapphire markings trickle from her eyes and down her cheeks, mimicking the tracks of human tears, whilst rolling over her right flank is a greenish-golden shape -- reminiscent of a child's ball -- quickly lost into the algae-green curve of her tail with eddying wisps and curls of green and gold. Her wing membranes are bathed with the watery-green silhouettes of lily pads -- washing over the aileron in a splash of lighter hues -- that jostle with each other for light of day.

Morgan is staring at the dragonet nearby and so isn't paying attention to what he's doing. He trips over absoluetly nothing and sprawls in the sand for a moment before hopping back up, wishing nobody saw.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth blinks out of her daze. "I'll get you more meat." She trots over to the meat barrel and hauls a large armful of meat back to Noeth. "Here you go."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Belenth closes his eyelids and wriggles with pleasure as oil coats his hide. His tail, short though it is, twines around Kyti's feet.

Nerian gasps as she sees the green in front of Tesan, of all people.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara nods "You did, Belenth."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Dovath pauses in her total adoration of all that is Liwellan and looks towards the others in the room.

T'san carefully gets down in front of the green, the soul of grace. "Kievath? You really do?"

Shiri smiles at Tesan, and slowly moves back from him "Oh Tesan...I knew one of them had reserved you. She's beautiful!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> S'aun caresses Tavorth some more, and feeds him, thinking at his little beuty.

Tiarnath whuffs, her hatchlings all gone and so quickly too, she peers at the remaining green, rumbling affectionately before nudging Telinda as if to say - see, see there?!

Kievath croons in soft joy, burying her muzzle against his legs.

S'ton wanders up to T'san, before mentioning, "Can you follow me, please? Kievath? Beautiful dragon. We need to go up to the barracks now."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan smiles at Dovath "Yes they did!" and gives her more to eat.

Nevorth bugles a greeting to all the new dragonets.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Tarvoth warbles happily now that his belly is full and takes up S'aun's lap with his muzzle.

Morgan claps for Tesan, now T'san and looks around, surprised to see that it's all over now.

Inyanth lets his last bugle fade, finally, and Alinor rubs at her ears. She sighs, "All over, see? And we can go home." This is good.

In the Weyrling Barracks> S'aun laughs as he plops down the floor with Tavorth, fallin asleep.

Telinda chuckles at Alinor, "We'll miss you!" she remarks, leaning across to squeeze the other woman's shoulder.

T'san nods vaguely to the Weyrlingmaster. "Okay." Maybe he was just asked to jump off a cliff? No big deal -- "Kievath, come on? We have to go eat."

Shiri looks around at the now empty sands, disappointment clear in her face for a moment, quickly replaced by a joyful expression. She turns to Nerian and laughs "Well that was certainly an experience! I'll always remember this..."

T'san smiles wistfully to Nerian as he passes her.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kytiara nods

In the Weyrling Barracks> S'ton walks over from the Lakeside Meadow.

In the Weyrling Barracks> J'mis sees his boss on the way in and sneaks off to finish his wine skin.

Alinor grins lightly. "Thanks," she says. "I /have/ enjoyed being here. Thiugh.. I did miss home." And she did. "I'm sure Iny will insist we come visit, though."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan grins "Yes you did Dovath and I love you Too!

Aeson's eyes lower as he sees the empty sands.

Telinda nods to Alinor, "And Tia and I will visit of course." The gold bugles and then nuzzles the brown gently.

Inyanth is, still, insufferably smug, returnign the nuzzle with a low-voiced croon.

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all looks at T'san, and beams, "Tesan!" Er, "T'san!"

Eliora waits for R'lien and then approaches the remaining candidates, "We want thank you all for honoring Southern sands by standing tonight. Although your dragon has not been shelled this time, it is possible that it will be sometime in the furture.

Alinor's eyes hood slightly, and she glances at those remaining, with a murmur of, "I hate that.'

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth squeaks. "Noeth! Are you okay?" She thumps him on the shoulder, probably not very useful.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kievath tags along, staying close by T'san.

Shiri grins at Eliora and nods as she listens. She squeezes Nerian's hand and looks to see how she is taking this.

In the Weyrling Barracks> T'san hurries over to the tub of meat with Kievath. "Chew this, remember. Don't just gulp it down." He starts feeding her smallish chunks almost as quickly as she chomps them.

Eliora says "You are welcome to remain with us here at the weyr, or we can provide rides back to your crafts, holds, homes if you like." she looks to R'lien"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan smiles at Dovath "Here's some more!" and gives her more food!

Morgan is standing there stunned, finally he breathes in relief, not sure what he wouldhave done had he impressed anyway.

Nerian looks downcast, but doesn't cry. "I think I should go back to Honshu. If their kitchen is fixed and there are cookies."

R'lien nods, "Those of you tha' were chosen to stand at this hatching are welcome to return to stand at our hatchings until you are no longer of age. And we encourage you to do so, because it may just be one of these later hatchings that will shell your dragon."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kievath follows T'san immediately, wolfing down globs of meat, sitting down as she gapes her muzzle wide for more!

In the Weyrling Barracks> T'san laughs. "All right, already! Here you go." Each offered chunk disappears in a heartbeat.

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan smiles at Dovath "Ok let me get some oil!" Gets up and gets some oil.

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all smiles at T'san, and he looks at the bowl, momentary disappointment, "Nerian did not Impress?"

Shiri nods at R'lien and then smiles at Nerian "Perhaps you were meant to have one of the Honshu dragons then...maybe that's why none of these chose you? They might have wanted you to find your lifemate at your home?" She smiles warmly and then looks around. "As for where i'm going...i'm not all that sure..."

Eliora looks back at the candidates, and offers a smile, "We do want to encourage you to try again, please don't lose heart."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Ephyra shakes her head after looking around. "I don't think so."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elnebeth glances towards the meadow. "Really?" She looks vaguely disappointed as well.

In the Weyrling Barracks> T'san blushes at an unheard remark from Kievath. To N'all: "I didn't see her. I hope she does soon -- I'll miss her." Quickly, to the little green, "No, not you. Don't worry. Eat, eat!"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan grabs a pot of oil and heads over to Dovath.

Shiri smiles at Eliora "Does that mean that the next time there are eggs on the sands we can come here and ask to be candidates? Or do we just see if we get picked again by the dragons?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> N'all idly skritches the now sleeping Ceruth

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan smiles "Where do you itch Dovath?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Kievath churrs, mumbling in her haste to fill her poor neglected tummy! She curls up, almost directly on top of T'san's feet, twining all around him like an enormous feline, begging.

Trabor rushes onto the beach a tad flustered and almost screeches to a halt, redfaced with embarassment and rushing.

Shiri blinks as she catches sight of Trabor.

Eliora blinks a bit, "Trabor?" she looks tot he sands, then back to the lad who is obviously just arriving, "Trabor? what happened to you?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan watches Dovath return quickly to her side.

In the Weyrling Barracks> T'san watches Kievath wander a short distance away.

Nerian eeps as she spies Trabor, then looks around for Honshu riders. She's not crying, really.

Trabor tries to catch his breath. "I... had a runner... get out... I was ... chasing it thru... the jungle and... got lost..."

In the Weyrling Barracks> T'san watches Kievath return quickly to her side.

Shiri gently shakes her head at Trabor "They're all gone now though..." She sighs unhappily for Trabor.

Shiri looks sadly at Nerian "You gonna be ok Neri?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan starts rubbing Dovath with oil.

Trabor blinks about at the other Candidates, his face suddenly fully saddened.

Trabor says softly, "All of them?"

In the Weyrling Barracks> Elny rubs Noeth's neckridges as she watches him eat.

Aeson's toe traces little paterns in the sand. "May we go?" He asks lightly.

Nerian nods. "I'll be fine, as long as I can get a ride back."

Trabor looks out over the beach, his eyes filling with tears.

Nerian says "I think I'll go find my parents."

In the Weyrling Barracks> T'san finishes feeding Kievath and takes her over to the oil tub for her second treat.

R'lien heads over towards the egg mound to do his duty and look for unhatched eggs...

Shiri smiles and rushes to give Neri a hug before she leaves "I'll miss you!"

Eliora nods to teh candidates, "Yes, yes, I know you're all tired, it's been a long day."

In the Weyrling Barracks> Liwellan makes sure she gets every inch of Dovaths' hide.

Morgan looks towards the area where the clutch was and sighs a bit, then chuckles, then sighs again, he just can't make up his mind.

Shiri looks at Trabor "Oh please don't...perhaps it was meant to be this way?" She smiles encouragingly "If the dragons picked us in the first place it must mean that we're destined one day to be riders?" She looks at the riders around her.

Nerian smiles at Telinda and her lizard. "You'll come visit at Honshu? And maybe bring cookies?"

Trabor wanders about the shells and sand. "I can't believe I missed it," he says as he sees a few unhatched. He settles down on the sand by the Letheian egg and drops his chin to his chest, looking at the sand, but not seeing it.

Telinda grins at Nerian, "Of course I will, though I intend on sleeping for a while."

Shiri grins warmly at Nerian and nods "Of course...Maybe soon...i'll just have to try and figure out where i'm going now though..."

Nerian nods. "I need to go see my parents."

Trabor looks up at the egg once, and lightly reaches out a tentative hand to run one finger across its smooth warm shell, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

Nevorth warblecroons at Tiarnath.

R'lien heads up to the unhatched egg Trabor has found, sighing as Revarth comes to help him do the unpleasant duty.

Shiri looks sadly at Trabor and then wanders over to join him. She look sup at R'lien "Why didn't this one hatch? it's not even moving..."

Trabor looks up at the Weyrleader, his eyes still full of tears, and brings his hand back to his knees.

Letheian Water Egg wibbles, moving back and forth suddenly. Was it the touch, or the cold fate that awaited it for not moving?

Eliora knits her brow as the candidate goes to teh unhatched egg, "Trabor.." she says softly as she starts towards him, "It's over now..It's okay, they don't all hatch every time."

Trabor blinks, sand flying over his bare feet. "It-- It moved!" His eyes fly open wide!

Shiri blinks and looks around for the other candidates "Wait...it's moving!" She moves back from the egg.

Kylo runs over to Trabor and looks at the egg

Kylo says "Your..... right...""

Morgan gaps a bit and then also says, "It is moving! Look at it!" he looks to the tothers in disbelief and even relief.

Shiri grins at Trabor "Maybe it knew you couldn't be here earlier and has been waiting for you?"

Aeson looks up. "It's what?" He blinks, not believing it at all until he sees it for himself.

R'lien rubs his eyes, it's been a long day, maybe he's just imagining that it's alright so he doesn't have to do what he has to do.

Trabor turns wide eyes to Shiri and the 'Leaders. "Um... Uh.. What now?"

Letheian Water Egg shudders...it'll not be forgotten, this time. Back and forth it rocks, motions becoming erratic as it slides down the dune.

Kylo takes a closer look at the egg

Eliora looks to R'lien, shaking her head a bit, not sure what to say at this point other than, "Everyone give it some room, just in case it does hatch." her voice is puzzled.

Trabor backpedals slightly away from the rocking egg, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped open.

Shiri grins and shrugs "I don't know...maybe it needs help coming out...then again" She steps further back out of the ay of the sliding egg "Maybe not! I think we should step back and let it do whatever it likes to do..."

R'lien takes a step back, "Alright, everyone move back, give it room."

Kylo stutters "Itttttssss gooooiii iiiiing tooo hatchhh?"

M'ren steps back rapidly, giving S'ton a quick smile.

Kylo walks back but never taking his eyes of the egg

S'ton watches, brows rising. My. Who knew? Head inclines to M'ren, before he watches.

Nerian comes pelting back onto the sands.

Shiri nods at Kylo and then beckons to Nerian, pointing to the moving egg.

Letheian Water Egg wavers once, as if a breeze were caught up the tree branches that are depicted over its surface. Then, without warning, ripples coruscate the shell, like a stream flowing down hill, faster and faster, until cracks web the entire casing. With a murmur of surprise, a dragonet rolls free.

Once upon a time... a quick tongue and fleet feet allowed a canine to steal a steak from a cook. Just so is this hatchling as he bursts from his shards: quick-moving and furtive, and greedy to own all. On reaching the edge of the Sands, he sees another, much like him, with what he wants in its grasp; a leap, and it solves nothing, for the pair are carted away, together. So he's lost what he thought he had, it carried away by other ties. And so he'll have to find another.

M'ren smiles to Kylo. "Certainly looks like it... unless it's not strong enough to break free..." he pauses, as actions prove that fear wrong.

Kaleum blinks. "Whoa, it hatched."

Tiarnath sees her last egg -- and after all it seems to have decided to hatch. Giving it a heathly nudge and then warbles - it's a dragon?

Kylo gasps "It did hatch!!"

Aeson blinks, staring at the hatchling.

Nerian watches hopefully.

Eliora sees Nerian come back and makes a noise of worry, what if other candidates have left? She starts counting heads and kicking herself for rushing the end obviously too fast.

Kylo stares down wondering hopefully

Farin stands back from the crowd, standing on his tip toes to watch.

Greedy Canine Hatchling is something, indeed. Tired. Wings spread, as he takes in his surroundings. All that tapping, and scraping. Shards are tossed from his frame, as he sits on his back haunches.

Shiri laughs as she watches the hatching, waiting to see if it does go towards Tybor "He looks hungry i think..or perhaps just eager to find his partner?"

Kylo laughs... "Lucky last."

Tiarnath nudges the new hatching. Don't just sit there! There's not many of them left! Choose!

Trabor blinks a couple of times, a small sigh coming from his lips. He sits back on his heels and looks at the dragonet, his eyes still tearful but wide with wonder.

Aeson shakes his head. "He looks tired, worn out."

Nerian squeezes Shiri's hand.

Morgan staggers back a little and then moves towards the other battle worn candidates to present himself once more.

Kylo says "He must be really really tired... look at him""

Kylo sits down at the front

Kylo looks around at all the candidates then at the little dragonet

Greedy Canine Hatchling is nudged, an affection croon going to its dam, before it wanders off. These white things. Is it worth it? Must be...toward the candidates it moves, dauntless.

Nerian watches, mouthing something wordlessly.

Shiri grins at Nerian and gives her a return squeeze and then turns back to watching. "Naaah...see there he goes...he was just getting his bearings!"

Kylo mumbles "plea.... pleas.... please...."

A smile coming to his lips, and also to his eyes, Trabor watches the little dragonet as he makes his way across the sand towards the Candidates grouped around him.

M'ren backs up even further, grinning at S'ton, "Looks like you'll have one more pair after all, hmm?"

Aeson murmurs to Shiri. "Maybe."

Telinda shakes her head, "And her was I thinking it wasn't going to hatch!"

Kylo wonders if he even has a chance

Greedy Canine Hatchling covets, something....he searches from face to face, moving down the line at each candidate, before going on. Suddenly, a pause, before he bounds over to a small cluster.

Farin stands back, his gaze flashing from the hatchling to the candidates, and back to the hatchling, again.

R'lien probably looks the most relieved of the riders, glad to avoid the horrors of an unhatched egg and his duty.

Shiri glances back at the riders that are standing in a group away from the candidates, then turns back to watch the bounding hatchling.

Eliora stares, never having seen anything like this in her short stint as weyrwoman. "I guess this is why we offer so many candidates."

Trabor backs up a bit, trying not to get in the way of the bounding hatchling. He makes his way from his heels to his knees and looks uo at the other Candidates, smiling warmly.

Kylo watches the dragonet bound

S'ton grins impishly. "One more...though I won't complain, considering the cirumstances."

Morgan watches the dragonet, despite himself getting very excited.

Kylo grins stupidly at the hatchling

Aeson looks from the hatchling to the remaining few candidates there with him. His eyes drift back.

Shiri grins "Least he's got lots of energy now! Specially after sleeping so long in that egg!"

Tiarnath watches this, her last, and the surprising of outcomes, try and determine if there's anyone suitable on the sands. Both her, and Telinda, watch eager, hopeful with anticitpation

Kylo wonders why it was in that egg for so long

And just where is this on looking? Greedy Canine Hatching creels. Mine, mine mine! It warbles back to its dam, before looking. Mine!

Hexenth croons again, nearly hoarse by this time, but thoroughly enjoying herself, as though she'd clutched them herself. (Yeah, right.)

Nerian just watches, saying nothing. If she says nothing, no one can prove if she was crying or not.

Trabor holds his breath, waiting to see who the hatchling chooses.

Kylo watchs and murmers "Please come here....."

Greedy Canine Hatchling pauses in front of Trabor, then deftly nudges him -- and as the sand clears so to does his colour become clear.

As if a large canine were looking into a stream -- his reflection staring back at him -- so this large brown appears -- at first glance the clever colourings of his hide more reminiscent of shaggy fur than smooth hide. The beautiful rustic-browns of his flanks seem to be immersed in water -- eddies of pond-greens swirl around his hindquarters, whilst bloody-red streaks nourish the sweeping curve of his belly. Pictured indiscriminately against a dark autumn canvas, his wings are patterned with chaotic stains -- as if hed rolled in a puddle and shook himself dry -- lighter smears dappling his wingbones to the accompaniment of opalescent droplets. Consequentially, muddy-browns splatter his proud, but blunt, muzzle before flicking upwards to his haughty headknobs and then finally down the nobly carved line of his neckridges.

Kaleum ohs. "A brown."

Shiri looks at Nerian, smiles sadly and then puts her arm around her as she watches the hatchling impress to Trabor "Congratulations Trabor...he waited for you!".

Trabor's face breaks out in a huge grin. "Uarth..." That seems to be enough...

Morgan ohs and nods, even though Shiri said it earlier, it didn't really sink in, "It' really was waiting, how amazing." he smiles, "Congrats, Trabor!"

Nerian watches him impress, then flees back to her parents -- or wherever.

Nerian walks toward the lakeside meadow.

Kylo says "Congrats Trabor!!"

Aeson's lowers his head again, looking away.

Farin smiles at the newest dragon, and rider.

R'lien smiles, "Amazin'... he waited...

Kylo knew he had no chance... but sits there looking at all the egg fragments

S'ton shakes her head. "I've never seen the like. But then, he's only been here for over five turns. Not long. A blinks, before he looks northward."

Shiri watches Nerian run off, her expression worried, then smiles at Kylo and wanders over to join him. She looks back at Telinda "Do you think she'd mind if we kept a shard or two?" She gestures down at the colourful egg shells shattered on the ground.

Tr'bor looks around, that big silly grin still on his face.

Telinda shakes her head at Shiri, "No, please, go ahead."

M'ren sighs and reaches over to rest a hand on S'ton's arm.

Kylo sloshes in from the warm lake waters.

Tr'bor looks about, not exactly sure what to do now...

S'ton chuckles, wrapping his arm about M'ren's shoulders. "I'll be a moment," he mentions, before walking up to Tr'bor. "Can you and Uarth follow me back up to the weyrling barracks?"

Shiri grins at Tr'bor and waves "Good luck with him! I'm sure i'll see you around soon!"

Farin hrms thoughtfully to himself, "You know, I wonder if there'd be a medical use for dragon egg shards."

Tr'bor smiles at Shiri. "Thanks." For some odd reason he's all of a sudden very shy.

M'ren nods back to S'ton, smiling.

Tr'bor stands up and follows S'ton.

Shiri pauses in searching for an appropriate shard of eggshell and looks up at Farin, her expression thoughtful. "there might just be..."

Aeson turns to Eliora. "Ma'am, may I have a few days off before resuming my duties as handyman?"

Farin nods, "Although what for I couldn't say."

Eliora looks to R'lien and then to Aeson, "Yes, of course, I'm glad you'll be staying." she smiles, "What about you Shiri and Morgan, want a few days to think about it?"

Shiri looks back down and finds some of the eggs that she likes, a dark blueish one and one with golden red streaks. She carefully holds these to her, brushing hte sand off. She then moves over to Farin "How can you find out? I mean perhaps try using them for something?"

R'lien smiles, "I've seen 'em used in a number of things...

Morgan shakes his head, "Umm, no. I mean I have decided, I'll go on with harpering, that's my first love. But I will want to visit a lot."

Telinda smiles, "Oh yes, Tia, of course you are hungry, lets go and get something to eat shall we?" She smiles, nodding at various people and then heads off

You walk toward the lakeside meadow.

You head north into the landing field, full of dragons.

Telinda nods respectfully, "Sorry, excuse me, I'm starving!'

Briar grins. "Well, you would know. You should come visit us more often. We've missed you."

You walk toward the Weyrhall.