>From the Sands, Dorvath croons lovingly to Zivath.

Dorvath

Defused moonlight backdrops the pageantry of celestial rain from the upsweep of wingsails to the tapering of tail; Brassy constellations of copper and rust overshadow a hide of darkest beaten bronze from chin's raw angles to underbelly's harsh curve. Blunt and brawny; his limbs are stone obelisks of strength bathed in the darkness of an Equinox's gathering, talons grasping at the blackened shadow of full night.

>From the Sands, Zivath warbles to her mate, whuffling him. Gotta love that musky male scent, doncha know?

Zivath

Vibrant, erratic energy coalesces into a long, writhing arrangement of snaking limbs and lashing, whipcord tail. Flames catch
along spar and sail, flickering crimson before being doused by the alizarin, dew-heavy mists that soften those narrow wings.
Poised, careful, she moves with slow lurking precision though impatience scuttles in her glance and trembles down along the
nose-heavy muzzle. Fire again, passion bright now as a patina of coal-bright leaves transverse those coiled, carmine-amber
flanks and then melt together, flowing down over clenching chela and claw. One moment a fiery tempest, the next a gentle
summer breeze, she is as mercurial in nature as she is beautiful. Her glowing inquisitive eyes fix upon you with openly curious
fascination.

>From the Sands, S'lan walks onto the sands from the entrance.

S'lan

At first glance the only thing you notice is the long, sharp nose in the middle of a long thin face. His long, strait, black hair looks
as if it hasn't been trimmed in quite some time, by neglect or choice you cannot tell. He wears a bronze earing in his left ear in
the shape of a dragon. His steel grey eyes reveal a hint of intelligence and craftiness. High cheek bones serve only to emphasize
the thinness of his face but the determined set to his jaw matches the firm muscle tone he has developed from years of caring for
his lifemate. The weasel like grin which occasionally appears on his face has been known to strike terror into the hearts of
errant weyrlings.

The knot on his shoulder identifies him as a Fort Weyr rider. The bronze strand indicating his lifemates color.

Tucked into a pair of knee high black riding boots is a pair of black wherhide pants.His long sleeved shirt is charcoal grey and
is covered by a black cloak clasped at the neck with a dragon shaped brooch made of bronze. A pair of riding gloves is tucked
into his belt.

He is awake and looks alert.

He appears to be in his early thirties.

Sober

>From the Sands, S'lan says, "H'lo Dear, you are well I hope."

>From the Sands, Elisandra looks over, smiling. "Heya! I was wondering where you've been," she says. >She jerks her thumb
over at Zivath. "Believe me, I wasn't the only one wondering, either."

Elisandra

Eyes of dark indigo are framed in a feline-like delicate face. A halo of brown hair, glints of copper and gold shimmering out
from it, hangs to about mid-shoulder. Fair skin kissed by the sun is a healthy tanned color. Slender hands are soft, long fingers
move with surity. Lips are pink, blush upon her cheeks. She stands tall at 5'10", every curve, every muscle and sinew
bespeaking her femininity. A gleaming pendant is visible from Elisa's golden dark skin, the shape of a small dragon, on a
delicately silver chain.

A linen shirt, tied up and sleeves rolled up to above her elbows, it helps to keep her cool. Old cutoff shorts fuzz at the upper
thighs, making one think the girl seeks a tan on the Sands... never know, she just may get one. Thick-soled sandles protect her
feet from the hot-hot sands.

She is awake and looks alert.

>From the Sands, S'lan bows to Zivath. "H'lo Zivath.

Rain materializes out of thin air.

>From the Sands, Zivath whuffs S'lan, peering critically, as if wondering how someone so small >compared to herself could
dare to keep -her- mate occupied.

>From the Sands, S'lan reaches up and scritches Zivath's eye ridges.

>From the ledge above the Sands, Fabrinath walks over from the outer ledge.
Sara materializes out of thin air.

>From the Sands, S'lan says, "I hope Zivath hasn't been driving you crazy lately about Dorvath"

Catasothra ascends the staircase from the Hatching Grounds.

Sophia materializes out of thin air.

Janna materializes out of thin air.

Catasothra silently walks over and sits against the back wall.

Melliandra materializes out of thin air.

>From the Sands, Zivath thrums deeply in her throat, looking at her beautiful clutch. Pity they didn't >come with a door,
wouldn't have to /break/ anything. Kids.

Priscila materializes out of thin air.

>From the Sands, S'lan blinks and looks at his lifemate then to Elisandra. "It's time."

Kestrel materializes out of thin air.
Jessic ascends the staircase from the Hatching Grounds.

Janna steps out onto the ledge, and looks down at the sands.

Priscila happily waves over to F'ree. She's so cuuuuute. "Thanks for the ride!" Okay, so maybe she's sneaking out. Chenin will
never know. He's old. And nearsighted.

Rowena ascends the staircase from the Hatching Grounds.

Rowena

Heart shaped face dominated by deep lavender eyes is framed by a mass of tiny, flame kissed curls that now caress shoulders.
Shorn as a weyrling, the titian locks are finally growing back . Barely topping five feet her hourglass shape is dusted with peach
blush over alabaster skin stretched on a tiny frame. Movements match looks, creating a minx in motion and speech. She is
herself, quick of wit and sharp of mind. Moving incessently, her long, slender fingers call attention to themselves as if itching to
be about some business of their own.

A full riders knot in Benden black and red is twined in sensuous pleasure with a ribbon of Ryath green and perched on one
shoulder.

Soft folds of dove tinted sisel drift from her shoulders to scoop at neck, revealing the upper side of twin ivory peaks. Cinched
at waist by a knotted lavender cord, this simple gown then wanders in v-shaped panels down to meet the matching lavender
sandels peeking out at hem line. Embroidered across the bodice as well as at hemline and wrist it resembles nothing more than
a garden of filled with tiny, purple flowers and hedgeroses, interspersed with soft green leaves.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her early twenties.

Catasothra sees Jessic enter and waves weakly.

Janna walks in from the ledge.

>From the Sands, Dorvath proudly stretches his wings as his thundering hum continues to vibrate >nearly everything around
him

Karlin materializes out of thin air.

Jessic nods and smiles in greeting as she makes her way over to a friend, carefully stepping to avoid others toes, "Hi Cat." she
leands down and grips his shoulder encouragingly, "Shall we sit together and grit our teeth?" she tesases.

Catasothra nods.

>From the Sands, Enigmatic Torrent of Scorpio Egg rattles a little. Stop that! I'm workin' in here!

Enigmatic Torrent of Scorpio Egg

Mysterious beginnings are unearthed upon this egg's craggy surface, ancient writings delineated
on an ill-lit cave wall. Only two symbols are visible beneath the dampened murk of age: the
first a winged lizard, its dapper grey subtly glaring upon the open field; the next a
misdepicted wherry, its brown-and-white plumage darkened and smudged. Each is unique, and
yet--at the right angle--they haze together into a shadowed rubbing of a tenuated scorpion.

Kestrel motions over to Jessic, "Over here Jessic! I found us some good seats! Rowena will you join us or will you be with the
other Riders?"

Sophia slips into the stands, small entourage followin. Her escort is the second assistant to the HoldHerder. How mundane.
Hoofer's his name. She smiles as Hoofer wipes off her seat before offering it to her. "Why thank, you, dear." A offered hand is
taken and she sits.

Rowena slips in beside Master Kes. "Here is fine, Kes." The young rider's face is a full of forlorn happiness.

Melinde ascends the staircase from the Hatching Grounds.

Jessic grabs Cat's hand and pulls him over to their master, "Better seats." she approves, "Perks of sitting with the masters."

Catasothra focuses all his strength to be able to walk.

Sophia turns a bit. Is that..yes. Rowena. A frequent visitor to Benden before Caz was searched. "Rowena? How /are/ you,
dear? And your lifemate?"

Tenneba materializes out of thin air.

Tadd has connected.

Rowena bends to offer the Lady of Benden a bright smile. "Good, Ma'am, an yerself?" Eyes are drawn back to the sands in
strains of purple worry.

T'sina ascends the staircase from the Hatching Grounds.

Kestrel smiles happily as the Harper contingent groups together. She offers a wave of greeting to the Lady Holder of Benden...
yes she's seen her at Gathers she's certain... another wave for one of the Healer apprentices who are regular visitors to the
Harper Dining Hall.

Tenneba waves to the assembled friends. "Hello!"

Kalanthe strides in from the ledge.

Melinde makes her way into the galleries, shoving her rather smaller-than-big-fat-holdre-men self between and past people to
get to right up near the front. She pushes one bitty curl out of her eyes and stands there, pressed up against the railing, eyes
scanning the sand. Look, look, ooh, there's Elisa. Should she wave? Should she? Should she? She should! One arm pumps
wildly, waving to her sister.

Janna waves to Tenneba. "Hello!

Charlton ascends the staircase from the Hatching Grounds.

Odesa ascends the staircase from the Hatching Grounds.

>From the Sands, Atypical Flame of Sagittarius Egg bonks next to a neighbor sibling, rocking quite a >bit.

Atypical Flame of Sagittarius Egg

Flames of topaz twist and twine tumultuously, enticing trickles of purple, turquoise, and
deepest blue threaded throughout. Layered lavendar licks lumeniscently along, curious
quetzlcoatl colors coiling into the vaguest outlines of a proud archer. Fiery flickers and
philosophical gleams foreshadow freedom, ardently ambitious arrow accompanying and divulging
dream-like dyes full of vital versatility and impatient independence in its unwavering flight.

Kestrel waves a hand to Charlton from where she and the other Harpers have found seats.

Tenneba smiles. "Hello, Janna, long time no see!"

Jessic glances up and offers several waves and calls out greetings to friends.

T'sina smiles as she walks in quickly, looking about to find the rest of her friends.

"Hello Tenneba! Hello Odesa!" She casts around to find a seat.

Janna says, "yup. Good to see ya!"

Tenneba waves to Odesa. "Over here! I lost you! Here, sit by us, T'sina!"

Odesa smiles, "Thankyou... Master..." she breaks off and watches "Jessic! Master Kestrel....Cata, T'sina.... " she pulls into the
fold with warmth.

Charlton walks in, along with Odesa, and scoots in along with Kestrel and the other harpers. He waves to Lady Sophia and
other acquaintances as he settles.

Kalanthe thunks down into the galleries, no ceremony for her as she happily crowds her way through with the occasional nudge
and more often an 'Excuse me' that doesn't make nearly as much room.

Hoofer straightens out his cape. One must be presentable, after all. Throwing a lofty toss of the hair, he peers at the harper
waving and nudges her. "Lady Sophia? That harper is waggling something at you."

Jessic pats Cat's arm as she strains to watch the activity on the sands below.

Sophia turns at that, smiling widely at Kestrel. "Why hello, again, dear! And you've brought the MasterHarper, I see?" A wink.
"Charlton. Join?"

Odesa nods to T'sina and Janna and Tenneba, "Lets all sit!" she waves to an unoccupied ledge with a good view.

Melinde turns away from the railing for a moment to survey the people. Anyone she knows...? Nope. Okay, no matter. Some
familiar faces are there, but that's all. No one to chatter at (not with, at, mind you), so back to draping herself against therailing
she goes.

T'sina picks her way through the crowd, nearly stumbling before she makes it to the ledge. "It's starting? Did an egg just rock
down there?" Her skirt is held close to her legs as she finds the healer group.

Charlton chuckles. "I'm obligated to the Harper Contingent this time, Sophia, but we'll share a celebratory cup later, won't we?"

W'rnik walks in from the ledge.

Jaylen walks in from the ledge.

>From the Sands, Celestial Flare of Leo Egg shifts.

Celestial Flare of Leo Egg

All the grandeur of a sunset caresses the curving surface of shell, flaming oranges and
crimsons coiling from crest to nadir. Resting in the cradle of a sardonyx mountain, the daystar
gleams brilliant gold, glistening rays streaking across the somber crimson sard and pure white
onyx river. Light glinting off of miniscule rubies seem pale to the dominating heaven's fire
that courses the blazing skies, twining golden ribbons interlacing all in a gilded web.

Odesa wonders aloud, "Have any hatched yet?"

Sophia smiles, raising a sort of sultry eyebrow. "Mmmm.. I wouldn't miss it."

>From the Sands, S'lan watches the eggs as they begin to rock slightly, his eyes going from egg to egg >then to the proud
parents

Phyn ascends the staircase from the Hatching Grounds.

Kestrel winks right back at Sophia and chuckles, "I thought I'd let him out for this ocassion. You'll be sure not to let him drink
too much of your fine vintages won't you?"

Janna moves to join Tenneba, then wrenches her gaze to the hatching sands.

>From the Sands, Tenacious Reef of Capricorn Egg trembles.

Tenacious Reef of Capricorn Egg

Marked with what looks like a single imprint of a slim cloven hoof, the huge reef rock sits in
the frigid waters of the northern coast. Its rugged, irregular surface of peppered jet, grey
and dark brown and veined with traces of silver, surprises with blooms of amethyst snowflakes,
catching the light with crystalline clarity. Stirred by the approaching winter storms, the surf
crashes against the stoic granite in a frigid spray along the reserved solitary sentinel.

Odesa nods to Phyn after poking Tenneba giggling.

>From the Sands, Celestial Flare of Leo Egg twists, ribbons following suit as a shell must do.

Sophia laughs at Kestrel, raising a graceful hand to brush back an errant bit of hair from her face. "We'll see about that, won't
we?"

Jaylen picks up Ricci.

>From the Sands, Sabria swirls onto the sands from the entrance.

Sabria

Soft, sun-red hair as yet untouched by grey, is coifed in a braided band over her head while the rest flows freely in a tumbling
cascade of gentle curls, spreading over rounded shoulders. Ancient Ruathan breeding is detectable in her high cheekbones but
Sabria possess the large thick-lashed forest-green eyes and near flawless creamy skin of her High Reaches mother. Her
rose-bud lips tend to be pouty, even petulant at times, though they often form a smile of devilish humor. She's slight of height,
barely 5'4" with a rider's lightly muscular physique; despite her age and one child, her body is still almost childish with hints of
rounded padding here and there to her dismay.

Upon her shoulder is an elaborate braid of Benden Weyr's black and red, interwoven with strands of fiery-red gold. They form
triple loops with ends dangling down with three gold tassles of a sr. weyrwoman displaying Sabria's rank.

You can't make out what she's wearing at this distance.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her early thirties.

>From the Sands, Capricious Breeze of Gemini Egg flip-flops, the zany scribbles substituted for >classier drawings.

Capricious Breeze of Gemini Egg

On the one side childish scribbles, but the other sophisticated art, this egg defies those
boundaries that would define it too much; verve is its trademark, not complacency. Cloud-white
and sky-blue twist and turn in an intricate dance--here twines a ribbon of soulful sapphire,
there dissipates a laughter-filled breath of vapor. Whimsy guides the patterns, a fascination
with the inimitable vagaries of life.

Odesa smiles at T'sina, "Excited? You have /yet/ to tell me your story about Mayath..." she beams at the bustle of activity
flowing around her.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf walks onto the sands from the entrance.

Hrethwulf

A broad shouldered young man that bears the chill air of winter about his palish features. Stamped into him his the look of the
High Reaches with that raven black hair cut from the wild mane it was to hang just below his ears. Lanky to a fault he stands at
6'1. Man's promise is slowly being revealed in his broad shoulders and arms that still are filling out.. His face shows the mark of
the razor's edge, and his pale eyes are of the coldest blue.

A white candidates robe. Old. Well repaired and carefully restored. A hint of knotwork on the collar. Sandals cover his feet.
and his head has been shorn...to black stubble. The robe is just large enough for him and he looks like many of the other
candidates who also seem to be conspicuosly missing hair.

He is awake and looks alert.

>From the Sands, Minali walks onto the sands from the entrance.

Minali

The thing that strikes you first about Minali are her deep green eyes. They take in the surrounding world with interest, almost
seeming to read your mind. Her mood is easily read through those eyes, at times sunny and cheerful, at others a fiery temper
that quickly flares without warning. That, and her curly brown hair that seems to be streaked with... hot pink? Yep, hot pink it
is. Her hair has been cheerfully cropped to chin level, leaving the curls to randomly dance across her face. She constantly
pushes it out of her eyes as she returns your gaze. Mina has an easy-going, confident stance, easily adapting to her 5'6 frame.
She is obviously used to getting her way; her every manner reflects this, and she may be somewhat surprised if taught
otherwise. Minali seems to have energy bursting from every seam, and is quick to either laugh or cry. Very emotional, to either
extreme.

Something odd and white is floating about Mina's body, several tattered strips of white cloth sewn together in an entirely
random design. It billows out, completely hiding any figure she may have once had, reminding anyone who looks at it of... a
marshmallow? A big, plump marshmallow indeed. The hem at the bottom varies from place to place, here reaching her knees,
there her ankles, and over there mid-thigh. The only prayer that this poor Candidate has is that the dragons aren't judging her
on her robe.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her early twenties.

>From the Sands, Kerpan walks onto the sands from the entrance.

Kerpan

A young man standing 5'11" tall with brown hair and blue eyes. Cropped short his hair is easily cared for and can be kept out
of the way. His muscular frame is the result of long days of working on the farm as a youngster, his skin darlky tanned from the
long exposure to the sun. His hands are large and calloused though able to do fine work if required.

A plain white robe graces his frame,hanging loosly on him. Upon close examination it can be seen that the stitching though crude
is sturdy and well able to withstand the stray tuggings and pawings from a dragonette. There seems to be the hint of a stain on
the front of the robe, bubblie stain maybe? A pair of sandals adorn his feet, thin soled but durable.

He is awake and looks alert.

He appears to be in his early teens.

>From the Sands, Tamar walks with purpose onto the sands from the entrance.

>From the Sands, Arial walks gloomily onto the sands from the entrance.

Tamar

Her eyes are wide and large, their color a deep brown chocolate. She moves with feline grace, her limbs lithe and wiry. She is
about 5' 9'' but her natural poise is elegance and ease. Mousebrown hair flows in straight lines almost to her shoulders, after an
unsupervised midnight clipping. Miss Prim and Proper has been properly shorn, but she still manages to style it simply. Her
auburn highlights still shine when the sun catches the strands just right. Her demeanor is quiet at first, but her spirit is one that
will always rise to a challenge, especially after such a haircut! Easily mistaken for a dimple, a small white scar mars her left
cheek."

Traditional white robes flow smoothly from her shoulders to her feet, leaving her arms bared. The white threaded sewing is tiny
and well done, and unless you are looking /very/ closely, you completely miss the tiny caedus that she has stitched into the
upper left collar. On her feet are sturdy, and somewhat thick sandles.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her early twenties.

Arial

Oh my, what has happened to Arial's hair?!? Lopsided and poorly cut (although there has been some attempt to even it out)
Arial's hair curls up by her left eat and dangles just below her right in an assymetrical style. But that's not the worst of it -- her
hair's been dyed a flourescent orange, the color so bright to cause some onlookers to squint in hopes to blur out the vivid color.
Her shorter cut and extreme hair color don't suit her fine features and coloring at all, her small pixie face looks incredibly pale
and it is almost lost in a sea of wild black curls. Even when she's not looking her best, Arial's midnight blues dance with
laughter. She can see the humour in her situation, and heck, hair grows back eventually. As for the color, it will fade, right? Her
small pert mouth smiles often and her pale cheeks are colored with excitement and good humour. Arial's in a dreamy mood as
the eggs harden on the Sands, the riders saying that they could hatch any time now!

A soft white gown caresses Arial's ankles as it flows carefully over her form. Spagetti straps hold up the loose cloth and
emphasizing her sweetheart neckline. An elegant contrast against Arial's otherwise wild looks, somehow it's simple elegance
takes the focus off of this candidate's outrageous hair. Calm and collected on the surface, she's a budle of nerves underneath.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her early twenties.

>From the Sands, Diony strides onto the sands from the entrance.

Diony

Rudely cropped to a boyish cap, Diony's hair is blonde with streaks of inexpertly bleached 'screaming' orange. The severe cut
accents her features; high-cheeked triangle of a face and willowy neck. Nascent maturity lends reflection to deeply set eyes:
winter's grey, a foil to summer's sway. That incipient control is likewise voiced in the spare lines of jaw and crooked nose, and
the angle of pale brows, mantling youth in edged cynicism. Long of limb, she owns little of adulthood's fullness.

Diony's shift is nondescript linen, sleeveless, hanging to ankles and granting just enough definition to show the merest swell at
hip and breast. On her feet, crack-soled sandals ward the heat valiantly.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her early twenties.

Move on, people--there's nothing to see here. Move on.

>From the Sands, Keissa walks onto the sands from the entrance.

Keissa

Almond shaped eyes, shaded amber, dominate a cat shaped face. Framing it, hair the colour of autumn leaves is braided neatly
and coiled around the crown of her head. Slender, near boyish in form, she still manages to exude an air of fragile femininity.
Voice of low alto is usually laced with wry humour. Soft of manner she hides a tempered steel backbone under this rather
pleasing disguise.

Robe of purest white is draped over her minature form in soft, clinging folds, toga style. Slit up one side it reveals white leather
sandals kotted and tied by long laces up to mid thigh.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her early teens.

>From the Sands, Caz saunters onto the sands from the entrance.

Caz

The first thing you notice are this young man's piercing, yet kind - brown eyes. They seem to almost peer through to the very
depths of your being. Thick lashes and eyebrows perch above his eyes. This tall young man's head is covered with - whoa - It
/used/ to be deep brown - almost black hair, very thick and wavy - erggg wait a minute!!! He's /bald/! Every strand of hair
shaved except a strip at the side the candidate hair raider couldn't get to while Caz slept. The short bristles of hair on his head
are...shards - bright cherry red? Yes, red, thanks to a prank that was played on the candidates. Slightly hooked nose, well
defined jawline, full lips that curl up at the corners with a friendly, almost senusal grin, all these features combine to give Caz a
handsome, rugged look about him.

Caz wears a robe worn by a trio of others in the past. A'razi, Rowena and last to wear it out on the hot sands, Katrina.
Mayhap the robe brought them good luck, if so Caz hopes it will do the same for him. However - will it lure yet another green
towards it's wearer - as is tradition? The soft, stark white linen falls in gentle folds about his broad shoulders, the fabric hangs
down till it just covers his knees, failing to hide the dark hair on his legs. Stitched by A'razi, it's surprisingly well made, seams
neat and hem even. Sleeveless the gown is, some alterations had to be done for Caz to fit into it. Thick soled sandals are on the
candidates feet.

He is awake and looks alert.

He appears to be in his early twenties.

Gettin nervous, dem eggies gotta hatch some time!

Phyn has disconnected.

>From the Sands, Sabria walks onto the sands stately, leading the Candidates behind her with a smile.

>From the Sands, Berill walks onto the sands from the entrance.

Berill

Grey-blue eyes are narrowed, barely visible from the rounded face they're set in. Unimpressive in appearance, physically he is
average in build. Neither overly handsome, he's not what could be classified ugly, either. Outwardly, at any rate. Hands are
ever busy, as if they'd get into anything possible, so long as he wasn't caught at it.

The purity of the white on his robes just don't seem to look right on his body. The stitches are perfect, if simple. Oops, is that a
snag in the hem? Oh, well, it works, who cares about the little details, right? Heavy clunky sandals protect his feet from the hot
sands, a little too big, but at least they work to keep his feet from scorching... except feet slide when he moves, overhanging the
edge.

He is awake and looks alert.

He appears to be in his early twenties.

Jaylen wanders in, arm linked with W'rnik and then settles on one of the rafters where she can get a good view. "Ooo...just in
time...the candidates are just coming out..."

>From the Sands, Kysha walks gracefully upright onto the sands from the entrance.

Kysha

Sisal-smooth dynmaic orange, vivid cobalt and revolting puce hair dangles way above slender shoulders and her lithe, barely
one and half meter stature; with matching eyes of a cool glittering violet gleam twix pale maple lashes that constrats the richness
of her tan. Kysha's heart-shaped face is full of character, high accentuated cheekbones parted by a long, slender nose. Two
facts about her hair stands out, a recent dye job and she looks like she lost a battle with rabid scissors. Her long beautiful
golden brown hair gives way to ragged-edges roughly at chin level.

Warm milk fabric hugs Kysha's shoulders and wildly contrasting her hair and tan. A simple sleeveless traditional robe belonging
to Elisandra which obviously doesn't fit Kysha as well as the robe's hem brushes against the girl's sandals to create a soft
whispery noise. On closer inspection, the robe has stark white patches that doesn't quite conceal holes of varying size caused
by a bronze firelizard, Myrrdin in his quest to mark all that belongs to his pet.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her late teens.

Bright cheeks and bright eyes indicate a bright mood.

>From the Sands, Muireann walks onto the sands from the entrance.

Muireann

What was once long, thick, tawny-brown hair is now short, thick tawny-puce hair. Raggedly cut it is; slightly shorter on the
sides and top, and not a scrap falls past collar length. To injury has been added insult - hair has been dyed a vibrant puce
colour - mostly on top and sides, though some streaks straggle down the back as well. She is of average height and build but
has a lean toughness to her that suggests she is no stranger to hard work. She is striking rather than beautiful; and now moreso,
courtesy of her new hairstyle. Somewhat angular, square-shaped face bears high cheekbones, a stubborn chin and a straight,
although prominent nose. Frank amber-green eyes are steady, though gentle. Playfully curving lips are most often smiling, but
she saves that dimple in her left cheek for the really broad grins.

White linen, loose-woven, covers her in a amateurishly-constructed though serviceable sheath. The neckline is crooked, though
not overmuch, and the garment fits in slightly at the waist to disclose the shape of the figure within. All in all, it would be a
perfectly adequate robe... if it weren't for the foot or so of material missing from the hem. Where robe once fell to just below
knee-length, it now drifts barely long enough to cover modesty. The ragged-cut hem is also beginning to fray, leaving one to
wonder whether it will remain long enough for... eh... long enough.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her early twenties.

Not certain whether to laugh, cry or kill somebody.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf turns and bows deeply to Zivath, and then Dorvath in turn. He tries not to >tremble.

Kestrel is cheerful almost beyond measure on this ocassion and her amber eyes glint merrily back at Sophia, "Just see he makes
back to the Hall at some point won't you?" she laughs and ducks a little sideways from Charlton just in case of a playful slap.

Phyn has connected.

>From the Sands, Neno walks onto the sands from the entrance.

Neno

Deep crimson drapes over solid rough-hewn face, hair falling in unruly curls to drape over back of elongated neck. Gentility
overshadowed in an outer toughness, as shown in thin lipped expression. Green eyes, surrounded by sparce lashes, glance out
at the world in a quiet jovality, as jawline is braced as if to keep in some inner amusement. To the point of emancipation, trim
form is riddled with lean muscle, almost as if afriad to show itself within the tall, lanky confines.

White, white and more white, as Neno's robe fits loosely, a quick job done in order to keep the whole shebang together. It falls
just a shade below his knees, pristine.

He is awake and looks alert.

He appears to be in his early twenties.

>From the Sands, Elisandra is hardly attired for the occasion, but she doesn't care. "Finally!" she >breathes.

>From the Sands, Karise strides onto the sands from the entrance.

Karise

Dark as night, ebon hair is the start of this woman, the shoulder length thick and full with nary a curl to ruin its shine. The bangs
fall just into violet eyes, usually shining with some form of mirth or micheviousness. Fine, high cheekbones are covered in china
pale skin, her dark coloring almost a bewtitching combination. Tall, but not overly so, her form is plagued with an assortment of
curves, all fitting in the right places, from the long, strong legs, to delicate, spinly fingers, a reminder of her weaver days.

Upon her left shoulder winds green, black and red; the colors of Benden Weyr sit in the configuration of Weyrlingmaster, along
with the green strand of her lifemate.

The color of deep sable encases this rider to her best advantage. The weyrhide jacket is large, so that the green rider can place
many tunics underneath to protect from the cold of *between*. Usually a dark red tunic can be seen from the open buttons of
the jacket. On the right shoulder is the patch of the Firestorm Wing, a triangular patch bearing a yellow, red and white flaming
tornado. Below is another patch, one of the Firefly wing. The pants are snug, making her look sleek as the fall into short sable
boots. Dahling perches on Karise's shoulder.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her early thirties.

>From the Sands, Keissa stops to offer a deep bow to Zivath and Dorvath before finding a spot /way/ >to the back of the
others.

>From the Sands, Tamar bows nervously to Zivath and Dorvath, a tremulous smile on her face.

>From the Sands, Kerpan bows to Zivath, Elisandra, S'lan and Dorvath

T'sina is smiling, is excited, is in good spirits. "Another one just moved.. and here comes the Candidates!" She leans over to get
a better view, grinning at the humming firelizards on her shoulders. "I will.." She promises to Odesa.

>From the Sands, Berill bows nonchalantly to Zivath and Elisa. Then to Dorvath. Then he takes his >place.

>From the Sands, S'lan puts an arm around Elisandra.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf moves with the line after bowing to the two huge dragons... He tries >desperately not to tremble

>From the Sands, Kysha salutes both Zivath, Dorvath and the eggs with graceful bows to each before >taking her place with
the candidates.

"Candidates, schmandidates," Kalanthe chants.

>From the Sands, Minali hops across the sands, holding tightly onto Tamar's hand and looking almost >ridiculous.
Marshmallow robe, pink hair... goodness. A polite bow is bobbed to the parent dragons, and >she follows the flow of
Candies.

>From the Sands, Tamar takes her place on the sands, peering up in the galleries to see if she can see >her friends.

W'rnik chuckles at his weyrmate, "That's the part you like isn't it? Watching them burn their feet."

>From the Sands, Zivath peers at the whitegarbed ones. Well... their hair /might/ be colorful enough >for -her- babies...
*glances to Dorvath* Okay, -our- babies...

Charlton crosses his arms with mock offended dignity, then uncrosses them as, "The candidates!"

>From the Sands, Caz bows nervously to the dragons and riders, finding Muire's hand he squeezes it, >hoping to reassure him
and her. But he's /real/ nervous. Yikes.

Melinde's mouth forms a little 'oh' and blueish eyes keep a close eye on those little people: the candidates. Possible future riders
of the too-big firelizards. Elbows, bony, support her against the railing.

>From the Sands, Muireann wobbles out to stop in front of the beautiful gold, Bending, hands still >linked she offers a
respectful bow to both she and the bronze nearby

>From the Sands, Arial dances on the hot Sands and sketches a bow to both the golden mother and >bronze father, shaking
so much with nervousness that it looks as if she may topple over any second. >She quickly finds her spot beside Muireann and
Kysha, reaching out to grab hands in a sweaty grasp.

>From the Sands, Neno pauses to remember to bow. Bow, bow bow..... no curesty? A smile flashed, he >moves over to the
others, feet planting in the sands. Hair is flipped back from his face, as smile >widens. Today's the day.

Jaylen laughs and winks to her weyrmate. "Of course, brings back a lot of memories..."

>From the Sands, Kerpan makes sure he keeps his distance from the eggs as he follows his fellow >candidates...shards that
sand is hot!!

Catasothra looks at the sands, then closes his eyes.

>From the Sands, Karise wanders out after the last candidate, giving a bow salute, before moving >toward the sidelines.

Rowena's fingers are knotted in her lap. What happens today affects so much. Will Caz impress?

>From the Sands, Tamar squeezes Mina's hand tighter, nibbling on her lower lip.

>From the Sands, Dorvath warbles to Zivath

>From the Sands, Diony steps forward, head high, chin canted just so. She bows to dam, sire, and riders >all then joins the
clump as she's jostled. "I can do this. _We_," she shares a tremulous smile for her >friends, "Can do this." Who's she trying to
convince?

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf stops with the line. He moves, shifting only slightly from foot to foot.

>From the Sands, Celestial Flare of Leo Egg shivers, gold shimmering over the shell before it turns >again, nudging itself
deeper into the sand -- and right back out again. It doesn't want to hold still.

Jessic leans forward grasping the railing as she watches, breathlessly the candidates making their bows to the dragon parents,
"Look Cat, there's Tam." she points.

>From the Sands, Stellar Wind of Libra Egg quivers, even trembles, then rocks wildly for a moment.

Stellar Wind of Libra Egg

A field of night, darkness coalesces into an ebon orb dappled with pinpoints of sparkling
starlight. Celestial jewels scatter across the gleaming surface, falling into patterns a Terran
might recognize, looking upwards from Grecian shores. But they pale by comparison to the
glowing, nimbus-shrouded vision suspended in the windswept sky. A perfectly balanced scale
hovers over the merest hint of green landscape, polished bright brass with twisting ropes tied
to the twin jewel-filled pans, gems of sapphire and jade spilling over in their overflow like
largess unto all below.

Kestrel quickly turns her head back to the sands at Charlton's words and pays attention, gripping her hands tightly together as
the Harpers appear.

Catasothra nods, his eyes still closed.

>From the Sands, Sweeping Gust of Aquarius Egg gives the tiniest quiver, a ripple upon otherwise still >waters.

Sweeping Gust of Aquarius Egg

Blowing through the stormclouds, a field of blue can be seen in sharp clarity, separating into
distinct hues when gazed upon. Turquoise, aquamarine, streaks of sapphire and azure show
themselves most notably. Indigo, cobalt, twilight and midnight: all mix and mingle
majestically, each melting into a deeper shade without a clear mark of definition. A shock of
electric dances across, as if cloudskipping, while other colors-- beryl, royal, navy, wisps of
sky --traipse about the aerial window. Strong Prussian and delicate powder edge the outlines,
speckled with violet, splashed by salty sea. Through all, Harper weaves like a bright, merry
tune.

>From the Sands, Prosaic Pasture of Virgo Egg quivers in place, over and over again, before stoping in >a complacent stall.

Prosaic Pasture of Virgo Egg

Soft autumnal hues mingle with rich browns with the caress of the finest silk. Black velvet
drifts down, dividing the warmth into the sections of a gown, the hints of pink hands, feet,
and even the delicate features of a maiden's face define the boundaries. Blazing sapphires add
a further touch of elegance and beauty, their rich blues both a compliment and a contrast. The
young woman's features are fuzzy, like the ghost of a memory long lost, only the force of her
personality piercingly clear: touching the soul with a hint of critical intellect and practical
analysis.

Phyn moves over and sits in the back, not close to anyone as he watches the scene and glances occasionally at someone else in
the stands.

>From the Sands, Kerpan starts as he sees the eggs quivering and jerking, he cannot believe that he is >standing here awaiting
the arrival of the dragonnettes!

>From the Sands, Minali shoots a rather weak smile at Tamar, hopping up and down and gulping. "The >gold egg /moved/!"
She exclaims, emerald eyes widening at this observation. "And that one.." She >trails off as several of the eggs begin a dance.

>From the Sands, Muireann jostles back against her mates, fingers scrabbling to hold on. Eyes are >drawn to those rocking
eggs and she gulps again.

>From the Sands, Kysha shuffles her feet trying to keep them from being scorched and gawks about her to see everyone else
including the eggs seem to be finding the sands hot too.

>From the Sands, Tamar gasps slightly as the eggs are already beginning to move! She glances over at Mina and nods. "I saw!"

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf stops shifting. He stares...Wideeyed at the eggs.

>From the Sands, Caz stares in awe, the eggs are /finally/ hatching???? Gulp!

>From the Sands, Arial takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the imminant hatching and squeezing both Kysha's and
Muireann's hands so hard that they msut be going numb.

>From the Sands, Ayula flashes a nervous smile at her friends, waiting tensely for the eggs to crack.

>From the Sands, S'lan grins as he watches the expressions on the candidates as the eggs dance in place

>From the Sands, Neno notices, really, though his feet refuse to move, hands at his sides. Stance is casualy, watching the eggs
with candid observations. What he wouldn't give for the first to go....

Charlton studies the sands, and frowns. "They all have such /odd/ hairstyles."

>From the Sands, Impuslive Blaze of Aries Egg wobbles, wiggling deeper into the sand. Leave me alone! I'm sleeping seems to
be his temperate pose.

Impuslive Blaze of Aries Egg

The pink blush of dawn seems to dust over the hard facets of diamond hatchery, reflecting into
rainbow brilliance. Piercing white, flowing through the entire color spectrum, asserts itself
over over and through the mettle of newborn earth. Below this crystalline hell, rising up out
of the crust, the blood red fire of the lava-field erupts forth in an explosively fiery display
of power and strength. In the heart of the flames, the torrent of yellows and oranges seem to
capture the charge of a ram, head down to batter everything and anything in it's way.

>From the Sands, Celestial Flare of Leo Egg captures The Spot, and stops for a moment or two.

>From the Sands, "Do you think they'll really hatch?" Minali inquires of her nearest neighbors, tugging on a pink curl with her
spare hand. "Maybe they're just... testing us." Yeah. That's it.

>From the Sands, Aloe walks onto the sands from the entrance.

Aloe

Tall and slender, this girl meets your gaze and smiles quizzically before her eyes wander elsewhere. You are left with the
impression of bright green eyes peering out from beneath her page-boy cut of dirty blonde hair. If you watch her for a moment,
you'll realize that the smile never seems to leave her face; it just adjusts to new situations. You might also notice the faintest
dusting of freckles across her small nose. When she meets your eyes again, she winks. Wonder what she is up to...

A loose drape of the palest creamy white falls from her shoulders, looking like an old cot cover that she has draped across
herself and belted at the waist with a length of white cord to keep it in place. On her feet are a new pair of sandles, made to
exactly fit her foot. These seem to be a source of infinite delight for the girl.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her early twenties.

Tenneba watches, wide-eyed, as the eggs start rocking. Her best friends are out there! She crosses her fingers, and hopes.

>From the Sands, Kerpan chuckles nervously at Minali's statement, "Could be Minali...one never knows with dragons!" He
looks self concouciouly at himself and wonders if everyone on the sands can see up his robe?

Odesa grips her robe and cheers silently for her friends.

>From the Sands, Muireann swings eyes over to Minali. "Listen to the dragons. They're telling you, Mina, it's /now/. Eyes go
back to the eggs as feet dance on the sands.

>From the Sands, Aloe hurries out, bowing nervously to Zivath and Dorvath, slipping a bit in her rush to catch up to the others.

>From the Sands, Tamar snorts at Minali's comment. She does, however, dance a bit on her feet, as the heat form the sands
begins to penetrate. Not fair, really. Going from snow to sand like this.....

>From the Sands, Kysha giggles nerviously, "Want to tell them to stop Minali?" She squeezes Arial's hand back comforting in a
silly way.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf rembers his feet are baking and shifts again....but stops as more of the eggs dance. He seems
captivated in awe.

Janna watches anxiously.

>From the Sands, Keissa wiggles deeper into the background face creased in a terrified grimace. Who said she wanted to be
here?

Jaylen sighs, remembering a long ago day when she stood face to face with her lifemate for the first time. She smiles up at
W'rnik and then cradles her head on his shoulder.

Tenneba looks at Odesa, "Tamar must be going nuts!" She pulls at her hair, trying to keep it neat. Hopeless.

>From the Sands, Karise watches with a wry expression. "This never changes," she whispers to Sab, before watching quietly.

>From the Sands, Caz would have much preffered pants, but..ya know..gotta wear a robe. Blasting heat gonna scorch the hair
off his legs. He shifts nervously, heart in his throat. Eyes stray to the masses in the galleries only a moment before the scene at
hand captures his attention.

>From the Sands, Minali giggles a little, some of the nervous energy taking it's leave at her Hot-Sands Dance. It's the newest
fad, ya know. "I don't see how a dragon could come out of one of those eggs." Always the cynic, she is.

Odesa puts an arm around Tenne and squeezes..."I know she is by the way /I/ feel.."

"Sab an her dyes." Is all Rowena manages. "An if ya think /that's/ somthin ya should have seen Razz all coated with fur an
feathers."

Sophia laughs agian, leaning in to Kestrel. "Can I keep him overnight?" She winks. Such fun this bartering of the MasterHarper
right in front of him. She glances over at the man. "I'll trade you a crate of Benden White, Chukin 7?" She winks. The red of
that vintage was much too tart. Her attention turns back then to the sands. It's no fun when Charlton isn't taking the bait, see.

>From the Sands, Unfathomable Depths of Pisces Egg twitches. Or did it?

Unfathomable Depths of Pisces Egg

Blood-flecked verdant fronds of kelp dance across the aquamarine depths of the shell's frigid
void, concealing with inky shadow all that should be plain. Hints of silvery fins gleam out at
unexpected moments, two fish weave an exotic dance of lilac and mint, darkness and light, over
and under, around and through. Static but alive, darting, swimming, they weave the tapestry of
Life itself.

>From the Sands, Arial breaths in deep gulps of breath, her heart pounding with anticipation. Hop-step-hop is bounced out as
Arial releases nervous energy on the hot Sands.

>From the Sands, Celestial Flare of Leo Egg rocks, rocks, but not moving from that Spot. Small chiplets flake off, only
contributing to the web-worked shell's pattern.

Charlton raises an eyebrow and agrees that Razz in fur and feathers would have been a sight worth seeing. He stoically ignores
the bartering going on around him. Stoically, with pink ears.

T'sina grins over at Tenneba and Odesa, gives the senior apprentice of brief squeeze of the hand. "She'll do just fine, I think.
And look, another egg moved.." Hatching hum in both ears, she utters a silent encouragement.

>From the Sands, Kerpan shifts from foot to foot the heat of the sands starting to toast his feet through the soles of his sandles.
Darn I hope we're not here too long or I'll have feet I can't stand on!

>From the Sands, Diony reaches up to give her pony-tail a reassuring tug, only to find it rudely foreshortened. Thoughless
vanity forces her to wail to Arial, "I can't be believe they did this to our hair!"

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf's lips move silently. no sound escapes him.

>From the Sands, Dorvath's thunderous hum increases in volume, if that is possable

Odesa nods at T'sina, dry mouth... something is happening and /soon/

>From the Sands, Groundshakes seem to rock the sardonyx mountains, the golden ribbons across the Celestial Flare of Leo
Egg's shell shivering and splitting. A piece falls off here, a piece falls off there, and the shell finally falls apart around a startled
gold dragonet.

The Whimsical Wheel of Fortune Gold Dragonet

Hearthfire's burnished embers settle over her lithe, compact body, containing but not concealing the energy that catches at
tensile limbs, pulses along the curve of honey-accented wings, and cradles the misty celtic knot that weaves across her
membranes. Amber deepens elsewhere, blunting her muzzle's guiding length and capping 'ridged peaks; smoky tendrils claim
the extremeties of tail and talon, flank and haunch: lighter golds lurk beneath, coloration's contrast with humor's wry glint.

Kestrel grins back at Sophia and leans her head to whisper, "Oh I don't think he'll mind. You know Harpers and
Benden...ummmm... wines." Yes that's it, it's the wine really. "Actually he could use a break from the Hall... why not keep him a
/couple/ days."

>From the Sands, Prosaic Pasture of Virgo Egg continues to defy its normal capacity shuddering in place, before stilling.

>From the Sands, Tamar inhales deeply, running free hand through her shortened hair. She jumps slightly as Dorvath rumbles
and the gold finally hatches.

>From the ledge above the Sands, Fabrinath carols the birth of her granddaughter down below, chest puffing out with pride
almost as great as Zivaths!

Melinde's breath is caught, and she tries in vain to catch that far-off sister oh hers's eye. Gold.

>From the Sands, Neno says, "wells, "That's new," comes a soft reply, whistling low at the sight of the gold. Best to watch
where this one goes to is the thought of the moment.

>From the Sands, Kerpan stares as the golden dragonnete emerges from the shell, his breath taken away at her awsome
beauty!

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf forgets to breath for a few moments. His mouth just hangs open.

Catasothra starts breathing deeply, tring to force strength.

>From the Sands, Zivath beams, fanning her wings. She did that, had a wonderful girl... *with help, yesyes*

Jaylen's widen when the first shell cracks. "The first to hatch is a gold? My...that must be really good luck..."

>From the Sands, Impuslive Blaze of Aries Egg wobbles again. Sending sand rippling away from his shell. Noisy bunch this!

>From the Sands, Stellar Wind of Libra Egg rocks, rattles, and rolls. Soon, soon, and little falling stars flake down to rest on
the sand.

Charlton breathes, "/Oh/. Oh, my. My goodness. Gold, and first."

>From the Sands, Arial stops mid-nod towards Diony, her orange fluff bouncing with inertia as the queen egg hatches first. "Oh
my," she gasps excitedly. "The queen!"

>From the Sands, Kysha runs her hair through her multiple-hued hair and inhales sharply as she ooohs, "She's beautiful."

>From the Sands, Tamar exhales softly at the lovely golden beauty.

>From the Sands, Minali takes no notice of her own hot pink hair, her entire attention placed on the first dragonet. "It's /gold/!"
She announces incredulously, eyes widening. "But... but..." Impossible. Mina's speechless.

W'rnik chuckles at his weyrmate, "Getting superstisious?"

Kestrel gasps sharply as her amber eyes are drawn to the gold flash on the sands.

>From the Sands, Berill glances at the Gold, then hrugs, returning his attention to the rest.

>From the Sands, Diony chokes out a breathless, "Gold First! Oh goodness." It's auspicious.

>From the Sands, Atypical Flame of Sagittarius Egg rocks a little more, twisting colors bending a fraction, but that's all.

>From the Sands, Sabria calls out to the girls, "Quick, ring around her, but don't crowd!"

>From the Sands, Muireann feels her knees go weak as the gold breaks shell. Eyes grow to near enormous in her face as she
takes one hesitant step backwards. "Shells!"

Phyn moves around in the back, to get a better view. Sitting behind some people, he watches with ah.

Jaylen tears her eyes away from the Sands long enough to give her weyrmate a peck on the cheek. "No...I just don't know of a
hatching where the gold hatched first..."

>From the Sands, Tamar pulls on Mina's hand and goes towards the little gold.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf moves to the side a bit to let the women move.

T'sina catches her breath. "The gold.. she's beautiful.." A shiver, she blinks several times before she can peer once again at the
candidates. The smile returns brightly, "First."

>From the Sands, Caz whistles his shocked surprised, "By Faranth would ya look at that!". Dark eyes are rivetted as he steps
back, leaving way for the girls.

>From the Sands, Aloe looks at Sabria. Girls? "Me?" she squeaks.

>From the Sands, The Whimsical Wheel of Fortune Gold Dragonet is an upstart, hatching first--if abruptly. She wasn't quite
ready for that, but at the same time, she /is/. Shell-pieces sift off her back to let the embered hide settle further as wings, feet
and tail are sorted out.

>From the Sands, Kysha barely hears Sabria's command and complies with shaky legs as she joins the girls.

>From the Sands, Ayula moves forward, stops, then moves forward again. She's so /lovely/.

>From the Sands, Karise mull softly, as she whispers, "I'm glad I didn't bet on this." She motions a few girls foward, before
stepping back to watch.

Peyton materializes out of thin air.

>From the Sands, "Ring /around/ her?" Minali blinks, following Tamar's tug and going. "But.. then she'll be able to /eat/ us
easier..." All the better to eat you with, m'dear. "But okay..."

Melliandra has been silent thus far, huddled in a corner, hiding almost. At the appearance of a gold, she pushes back more,
though her eyes are glued to the sands.......

>From the Sands, S'lan says, "She's beautiful Zivath, Dorvath. Well done"

>From the Sands, Sabria steps back herself. One is enough thank you. ;) She leans over to Karise and Elisandra. "Auspicious
beginnings wouldn't you say?"

>From the Sands, Arial tugs both Muireann and Kysha towards the gold, her heart beating with hope as she settles in the
harlf-circle around the golden dragonet.

>From the Sands, Diony heeds Sabria's call, though how she hears it is a matter for wonder. "Arial?" she calls, stepping
forward with eyes only for the whimsical golden dragonet.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf turns...the dragons won't see him but he bows again to them both anyway

>From the Sands, Zivath snorts. Could anyone expect less of her wonderful self? 0;)

Catasothra forces his eyes open and watches the gold.

>From the Sands, Tamar actually chuckles and pulls Mina closer to her. "Come on you! She won't bite!" Then mutters under
her breath, "I think...."

W'rnik grins at Jaylen, "Well you know how impatient Gold riders are, dear. It just reflects their dragons."

>From the Sands, Neno hmms, as he watches the gold settle herself, before watching he rest of the eggs. Hands rub at his
robe, before feet slowly shift.

Kalanthe's elbows claim the rail, making faces over towards Sabria.

Rowena sighs as gold sees the light of day. "Shells and shards!"

>From the Sands, Kerpan watches the girls start to circle the queen and wonders which will be chosen by this golden vision.

Jessic knuckles grip whitely as she hangs onto the railing protecting those in the gallery as she watches wide-eyed the drama
unfolding on the sands below. Wordlessly her lips move, urging the new queen to chose.

Odesa's heart goes out to Tamar.

>From the Sands, Kysha bumps into the girl next and nerviously mutters an apology, but never takes her eyes off the dragonet.

>From the Sands, Minali nods, her mouth hanging wide open. "She could bite if she wanted to..." Maybe Mina'd stand a better
chance of surviving if she had The Scarf. Oh well. "She is kinda pretty." Understatement? Yes. The marshmallow leans forward
to get a better look.

Jaylen chuckles softly and nods. "You do have a point, my love. Not like having a docile, laid-back green, is it?" Yeah...and
she never gets proddy, either.

>From the Sands, Muireann's eyes are all for the gold. Each tiny crease of her hide is inspected and caressed by eyes wide
with delight.

Tenneba looks over to Cata, and grimaces a bit at his obvious discomfort. She wishes she could reach over and pat him.
Watching the sand, she can hardly stand the suspense. Come on, Tamar! her mind sends silently.

>From the Sands, Kymra slips onto the sands from the entrance.

Kymra

Ringlets of short, curlish blond hair frame Kymra's pale, heart-shaped face. Her bright blue eyes sparkle with curiousity, and
her mouth tilts upward in indication of an ever-ready smile for just about anyone. She could easily be lost in a crowd of people,
only reaching five feet, five inches and a half or so. Kymra makes up for her height by her creative personality, always looking
around every corner, nook, and cranny. Ever curious, she does her investigating when others aren't around, and though she can
often be quiet and shy, her louder, out-going mood will show itself every once in awhile.

Nondescript, the white, sleeveless robe is made out of some sort of white cloth, not differing much from the other Candidates.
Except in the sewing. Hems come undone, stiching uneven. A small piece of fabric trails down her back, obviously overlooked
in the effort required to piece the robe together into something resembling a robe. Long, loose, baggy, nothing stands out,
although her precarious sandals look as if they might stumble over the front or themselves, too large for Kymra's feet.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her late teens.

Nervous and excited, all wrapped up into one.

Janna leans forward and silently pleads, pleeease.

>From the Sands, Arial releases Kysha and Muireann's hands and scootches over to Diony. "Good luck, Diony," she whispers,
her gaze entranced by the gold on the Sands.

W'rnik nods at that, "Yes, greens are docile." He says in a voice concealing his laughter.

>From the Sands, Aloe skirts around one of the larger girls, looking at the gold with wide eyes.

>From the Sands, Prosaic Pasture of Virgo Egg hops back and forth, sand tossed in a chaotic display as it suddenly stills.
Quiet. For now.

>From the Sands, The Whimsical Wheel of Fortune Gold Dragonet strikes out, fate tugging her outwards--but at the same
time, inwards, as the circle closes around her--towards white-robed, bright-haired females. Which will catch the fancy, get
swept up in the future this dragonet brings?

Peyton merely watches, bright eyes regarding the gathered candidates below.

>From the Sands, Tamar smiles softly, amazed at the tiny dragonet.

>From the Sands, Ayula nervously shifts from foot to foot.

>From the Sands, Stellar Wind of Libra Egg quivers a moment, falls still....

>From the Sands, Keissa peeks over a shoulder looking at the gleaming hide in the sand. Beautiful, so beautiful.

Kestrel reaches out both hands to either side of her as her nerves get the better of her and she grips arm and sleeve of those
next to her, gripping tightly, gaze focused on the ring of girls around the golden beauty.

>From the Sands, Impuslive Blaze of Aries Egg rolls a bit, almost seeming to charge. Typical Ram reaction.

>From the Sands, Kymra has disconnected.

Jaylen hears that laughter in W'rnik's voice. Surely, he's not referring to her green?

>From the Sands, Neno continues to watch, though the rocking eggs vy, and eventually get his attention. One should hatch....
soon... maybe.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf tears his eyes away from the ring and looks out over the eggs again.

>From the Sands, Scales tip side to side, the egg rocking wildly as the unborn dragon struggles to freedom. Suddenly, the
Stellar Wind of Libra Egg unbalances in the tempest of itself, tipping and cracking in a smooth motion as the shell splits to
release its messenger to the light.

The Steady Tower Blue Dragonet

Aquamarine hues of oceanic power spray across the dragon's hide, embuing his small frame with vibrancy. Frothed white crests
the waves of his ridges, pounding like surf over translucent raked wings. Marine waters ripple over broadened chest, shadows
of kelp fronds beneath the surface down muscular flanks. Streaks of foamy white stand out like bolts of lightning, bands coming
off his keel to end in razor sharp talons and whip-like tail. Gleaming light shines from the jeweled facets of his watching eyes.

>From the Sands, Bright-haired but no through choice, Diony rocks, knuckle worried between her teeth. "You too, Arial," she
murmurs, but attention only diverts for so long.

Phyn watches the sands closely, silently wishing for one of the girls. He sits back and shuffles about as he watches his first
hatching. His gaze falters occasionally as he watches more than just the hatching.

>From the Sands, Minali bounces from foot to foot on too-large sandals, finally flipping them off. Scorched feet are better than
loud sandals. At least for the moment. Toes burrow into the sand as she watches the golden dragon. "Who do ya think she'll
choose?"

Janna looks at the baby dragon in awe.

>From the Sands, Kymra has connected.

T'vos ascends the staircase from the Hatching Grounds.

>From the Sands, The Steady Tower Blue Dragonet pauses to shakes out his sails, that egg-goo is well, gooey.

>From the Sands, Caz swallows hard seeing the Aries Egg roll, the one that's always caught his eye..Oh my! What a /beautiful/
blue!

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf smiles at the The new dragonnet. "Welcome to the world little one"

Tenneba grabs the hands of Odesa and T'sina. Please oh please oh please.....

>From the Sands, Neno whistles again, whispering in a low voice to a compatriot, "Will you look at him?" A wink follows,
before he glances back to the dragonet.

Melinde's eyes catch blue. For a moment she is caught up in her unusual liking of the color blue, but catches herself. Who cares
if it's blue. It's a /dragon/. Like Zivath. Ew.

>From the Sands, Kerpan sees the newly emerged dragonnette and smiles as it shakes the hatching fluids from his body....what
a gourgous fellow this one is! Kerpan's hopping is intensifying as the temperature of his feet increases to that of molten metal!!

>From the Sands, Kysha is damp with sweat and beads collect to make her robe sticky as she tugs at it while trying to look
dignified as she keeps shifting glances between lovely hatchlings.

>From the Sands, Tamar tilts her head in Mina's direction, watching the gold peer first at one girl then another. She shrugs in
utter ignorance. "I have no idea." Then, as if only now noticing the sand's heat again, she winces and hops slightly.

Odesa feels faint and leans against the bars for support and Tenne.

Janna Stares at the sands, with her heart in her throat.

Charlton smiles. "Good, look. The little blue's getting attention from the lads."

T'vos descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

>From the Sands, T'vos walks onto the sands from the entrance.

>From the Sands, Ayula feels torn, the gold is love, yet so is that blue.

Catasothra sits up a little and swallows /hard/.

>From the Sands, Elisandra smiles and waves to T'vos.

>From the Sands, Muireann lifts one foot then the other trying to cool the feet burning on the hot sands. Hands cling to her
candie-mates as she smiles from one to the other. "My luck wishes to you all." Still a part of her heart longs for the gold.

Janna says, "Come on, Tamar!"

>From the Sands, T'vos walks out onto the sands to join Karise, standing near her. He leans over and says something to her,
then nods, drawing erect as he searches over the eggs, ready to jump to the assistance of a new pair.

T'sina smiles and tries to keep the two girl by her side from fainting and tumbling down to the sands. "She'll know who she
wants. Relax a little.." If it's possible.

>From the Sands, Arial stretches a sweaty palm Diony direction, needing some support throughout this whole ordeal. She feels
faint and realizes it's because she's been holding her breath, she releases in with a gusto, some small bit of tension releasing with
it.

>From the Sands, Minali tugs at her umbrella robe, trying to get it to stay still. It refuses, and floats about as only a
marshmallow could. Hot pink locks are shoved aside, and she drinks up the visions surrounding her. Gold, blue, white... Yikes!

Jessic chuckles as she glances over at the masters, "Appropriate don't you think if Hrethwulf impressed a blue the day he
walked?" she teases, turning eyes back to the sands in watchful anticipation.

Odesa regains control but still feels buzzy.

Nettik materializes out of thin air.

Kestrel tears her eyes from the female ring for a moment to look at the blue and nods to Charlton, "And so he should! He's
gorgeous!" she bites her lip as she looks at Hreth on the sands and then swings her eyes back to the group of girls.

>From the Sands, Karise nods to T'vos, motioning him over. "Well... seems we'll be seeing our future goldrider sooner than
expected." Wry wink is given, before she looks back to the goings-on.

Tenneba giggles at Jessic's comment. "Quite appropriate, Jess!"

Charlton chuckles. "I'll admit I've mixed feelings for Hrethwulf. But just now I wish they could all impress."

Tenneba eyes Charlton with silent agreement.

Rowena is unusually silent. Pansy eyes grown to the side of dinner trenchers are locked on the sands, locked to one bald, bare
legged figure as she whispers over and over, luck Caz, luck."

>From the Sands, Prosaic Pasture of Virgo Egg goes though a more steady rocking, digging itself into a deep wedge in the
sands. Motions decrease, but never cease as it continues to quiver.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf turns to the still rocking eggs. "He's beautiful Caz."

>From the Sands, T'vos nods and offers, "Do you wish to handle her, or should I?"

Phyn looks down at the canidates, his silent expression routing them on. He whispers softly as he fidgets in his seat.

>From the Sands, Diony returns the pressure on Arial's hand sort of like a vise. *>Squeeze<*. "And you, Muire," soprano
lofts. Did that sound hysterical? Faranth forbid.

>From the Sands, Karise mulls, "Depends who Impresses first... but, nah. Together... may both be needed."

>From the Sands, Kysha suddenly giggles and comments to her peers nearby, "I hope she doesn't think everyone comes in hair
color like this."

>From the Sands, The Whimsical Wheel of Fortune Gold Dragonet swings left, swings right, circles around to a hand-clutched
group and pauses, head cocked slightly and finding similarities in a stubborn chin, despite the furor of sands' heat and nerves.

>From the Sands, Caz can only imagine how the girls must feel, waiting for the gold to decide. Head nods in jerking motion to
agree with Hrethwulf, "Sure is yeah", quickly he shifts from foot to foot..ready to get out of the way should there be a need.

>From the Sands, Kymra stands alongside Minali, bright blue eyes swung from sight to sight: from hatching dragonets to -- to
the gold. "Ooooh," she breathes softly, watching with curious intensity.

Nettik looks at the rocking eggs and is mezmorized.

>From the Sands, The Steady Tower Blue Dragonet darts forward, sailing through the sea of white robes, looking for his one,
his docking berth.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf moves politely out of the searching Dragonnets way if need be.

>From the Sands, Tamar is caught up in the excitement of the others and watches as the gold decides. She grins over at Kymra
as well.

>From the Sands, Neno watches, left and right, before turning his attention back to the blue. That one he can Impress. Maybe.
He watches its progress, before moving back on his feet.

>From the Sands, Arial is glad that she's wearing a sleeveless dress so sweat stains aren't evident. Still, her dress sticks to her
back as her nervousness is made all to evident. Her eyes dart from gold to blue and then back to gold. Who'll chose first?

>From the Sands, Minali grabs hold of Kymra's hand, making herself into a Mina-sandwich. "Isn't she pretty?" The Candidate
inquires of the newest arrival, only letting her eyes dance from the gold to the galleries for an instant. Feet continue a little
bounce/hop thing, and she giggles. Humor? Perhaps nerves.

>From the Sands, Muireann shakes on hand free, first to tug near nonexistant hemline down then to shove puce ends of shorn
locks back. Shifting from foot to foot her mouth is so dry she can hardly speak. What a change?

T'sina's eyes are wide open as she tries to follow all of the movements below with only a little luck. "Look there, she's heading
for someone.." is directed to those nearest.

>From the Sands, S'lan leans over and speaks to Elisandra"Wonder who it will be?

>From the Sands, Tawny hair--once-brown, now raggedly puce--catches The Whimsical Wheel of Fortune Gold Dragonet's
attention, and she moves closer to Muireann: dragon eyes search and claim the frank (if rather wide) amber-green human ones.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf winces slightly and remembers to A. breath, and B. shift feet

>From the Sands, Prosaic Pasture of Virgo Egg drops its calm facade at last; instead, a violent rocking becoming primary as a
delicate ripping at the seams threaten to let out its occupant. After a moment, everything ceases, before the egg rolls forward,
one solid crack splitting it in half, the Petulant Fool Green Dragonet rolling forth.

The Petulant Fool Green Dragonet

Kiwi's unsubtle, yet sisal-soft green clings tenaciously to her rag-tag frame, the hue inundating that elongated muzzle and staining
her broad-boned face. The color brightens as it races down spindly neckridges, finally melting to a faded ghost of lime as it
dashes across slipshod wings and bowed limbs, then streaks again deeper into that tail's willful length.

Nettik's mouth drops open and she is blissfully unaware of it.

Kalanthe wide-eyes over at Muireann, then darts an accusing look towards Sirikith-on-the-ledge, "Now if /you'd/ just
cooperated, she could have done that before!"

>From the Sands, Kerpan watches the dragonnettes with one eye and his feet with the other, his hopping becoming more
violent as he wonders if this is how the harpers teach recalitrant students how to dance?

>From the Sands, Eyebrows shoot up, and Minali's mouth drops open. "Muireann??" All right, it's a squeal. How unbecoming.
"Muireann?" She seems stuck on this word. "Eeeeek!"

>From the Sands, Kysha swings her head about to catch the most recent hatchling's appearance before looking back to see if
the gold or blue has found that perfect person.

>From the Sands, Muireann stares hard at the young gold, smile warring with the tears that threaten to overspill suddenly
shining eyes. "Ach, Aerinth." She sniffles and tries to laugh, though her effort is shaky at best. Hand is laid aside the dragonet's
soft cheek for a moment before she gives in and throws arms around the gold's neck, burying her face against her soft hide.
"Yer a big, daft eejit, so ye are." Another hug and then she stands, scrubbing at the tears and laughing and dazedly trying to lead
her new lifemate off to one side, out of the way.

>From the Sands, The Petulant Fool Green Dragonet shakes the shards from her, a foot pushing the eggshell away. Hmmph.
Keeping her in... how dare it? A bugle is graced up to dam and sire, before she wanders out and away, toward the white robed
things.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf smiles at the new dragonnet as well. he shifts uneasily from foot to foot and dares a glance at the
searching Blue

>From the Sands, Caz grabs hold of the sides of his robe, sweat stains sure to be left behind. Joy wells up inside at his friends
impression!!! "MUIRE!".

>From the Sands, Arial squeals, her happiness shouted across the sands and towards the Galleries. "Muireann!!! Wonderful!"

>From the Sands, Aloe's eyes tear themselves from the gold, looking at the green. "Oooh, so beautiful..."

>From the Sands, Tamar smiles warmly. "Congratulations, Muireann!"

>From the Sands, Ayula walks onto the sands from the entrance.

Ayula

A dragon. Yes, that's what this young woman reminds most of. A beautiful, but fierce dragon. Crimson curls, the color of
dragonsfire, frame a triangular face, her eyes large, luminous, and an everchanging shade of blue, green, or violet, depending on
the light. A small splattering of freckles dot her long-ish nose, then spread to her higher-then-normal cheekbones, merely an
annoyance, and the only freckles that appear on her lightly tanned skin at all. Her neck, even though it is in truth not that long,
seems to be, and her long fingernails appear to most to be claws. She walks with a proud bearing, almost unfitting for a Healer
Apprentice-turned-Candidate, her long curls dripping over her short form. Although Ayula would not be considered fat, or
chubby, she's not extremely skinny, either... Maybe /slim/ would be the right term.

Her robe is loose-fitting and sleeveless, flowing about her form like a great ocean of white (To Ayula's disgust. White! Why
can't we wear pink, or blue?). Flowing, at least, from her chest down- she accidently cut that part of the robe too small,
enhancing her curves but making her rather uncomfortable in the heat. The neck is squared off, making the flowing robe of a
joyous occasion seem slightly formal.

She is awake and looks alert.

She appears to be in her late teens.

She walks rather akwardly, on her heels, giving the impression that her feet /really/ hurt.

>From the Sands, Caz grins as he sees that the gold has chosen so well happy that Muireann was chosen!

Jessic claps in delight as the first pairing is made.

>From the Sands, Kymra squeezes Minali's hand, fingers enfolding around fellow candidate's digits. And the squeeze becomes
tighter, as the duo of bright blues narrow upon Muireann. "Oh! Loooooook! Looooook!"

>From the Sands, Neno whistles under his breath, as green breaks from her shell, wincing at the bugle. "Loud thing, ain't she?"
Head shakes, trying to clear his ears as he watches the gold Impress.

>From the Sands, Keissa claps her hands as eyes dance over the first pairing.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf gives Muire the thumbs up

>From the Sands, S'lan grins as he watches the new pair move off to the side

Odesa's eyes begin to shimmer and speaking in tones low and supportive, "Congrats Muir..." she smiles at the girls happiness.

>From the Sands, Diony sucks a breath to give voice to the chorus of congratulations, "Muireann! Aerinth..."

First impression is made and, try as she might, Jaylen can't help but have misty eyes as she remembers what it was like. She
wiggles against W'rnik in an attempt to keep anyone from noticing.

>From the Sands, Kerpan smiles and calls out congratulations, "Congrats Muireann!!"

Charlton's eyes soften. "Aerinth for that herder lass, how splendid." Splendid, indeed.

>From the Sands, Minali would scamper over to her hellow herder-turned-Candie, but that would definitely not be a Good
Thing. "Muireann! Congratulations!!" Voice carries across the cavern, and she hugs Kymra and Tamar instead. "I'm so happy
for her!"

>From the Sands, T'vos glances over at Karise, nodding over at the new weyrwoman and her dragon, and then heads over in
her direction.

Tenneba claps as the first dragonet choses her lifemate.

>From the Sands, The Steady Tower Blue Dragonet passes one Candidate, then another peering up into each face, then
moving on. Where is his perfection? Where is his harbor?

>From the Sands, Tamar laughs and hugs Mina back.

>From the Sands, Karise nods, wondering over to Murieann, whispering to her quietly, before she heads weyrling and
dragonet from the crowd.

>From the Sands, Muireann turns as she is led off the sands. Arm around gold, face shimmering with her joy she waves to her
mates. "Luck to you all, I expect to find the barracks full of ye."

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf says, "caz...the blue is still looking!"

>From the Sands, Tears stream down Arial's cheeks as the magic of Impression is seen again, and it couldn't have happened to
a nicer person. Hearty gulps are taken as Arial once again tries to steady herself.

>From the Sands, Sabria smiles over to Elisa and up towards Kalanthe in the galleries. "Muireann. A wise choice." she
murmurs softly, studying the newly bound pair.

>From the Sands, Kysha beams at her friend's fortune and wishes her well before rejoining the guys.

Janna Watches the scene below, too choked to speak, unnoticed tears pouring down her face. How wonderful!

>From the Sands, Impuslive Blaze of Aries Egg rocks again, not quite so adamant this time

Nettik leans a little bit farther over the ledge and Shards! She catches herself just before she falls over.

>From the Sands, Caz smears any moisture on his face with his arm, trying to clear his vision. Nervous...he watches, shifting
about. Thrilled for his friend Muire...thoughts are soon drawn to the blue whose deciding, ooo another egg moves. Gulp...this is
nerveracking.

>From the Sands, Minali hops from one foot to the other, the joy of a friend's Impression wearing off enough to give her news
of hot feet. "Iee, it's hot." She whines, glancing towards the hatchlings. "Doncha think they're hot, too?"

>From the Sands, The Petulant Fool Green Dragonet continues her journey, loud and raucous calls emitting from her as she
wonders by one white robed then, then the next. Hmmph. Nope, nope, nope...

Janna sniggers at the green.

>From the Sands, Tamar hisses slightly as reality comes back in the form of hot feet. Another little dance is done to cool her
feet. She turns back to the other eggs, nudging Mina. "There's a few other dragonets on the sand now!" she notes in wonder,
having been caught up by the gold.

>From the Sands, Kymra nearly does a jig -- err, at least a form of it. As the newly-paired exit the Sands, the candidate
resumes the task of swinging sparkling glance here and there. A quick smile is drawn to her lips at the green dragonet's call,
then the nudges Minali to note, "Yuh! Hot, hot, hot!"

>From the Sands, Ayula watches the little blue sail, now, having flashes Muireann a smile.

>From the Sands, Diony is somewhat loathe to turn away from Muireann and the shards, but eggs are a a-hatching and they'll
wait for none. Weak-kneed, she bobs a nod to Zivath and half-turns. "No sleeves, Arial," she says with frail levity. Her fellow
candidate will just have to wipe her tears on something else.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf says, "tamar...come over! their hatching!"

>From the Sands, Neno winces, pulling up on foot for a moment before he watches the sudden inspection take place. Blue and
green, blue and green.

Odesa's buzzy feeling settles into a soft acceptance, with the Gold impressed the day seems open for fun, yet she knows that
the Candie's on the sand feel just as nervous so she offers her strength watching quietly.

>From the Sands, The Steady Tower Blue Dragonet tacks, changing course smoothly to approach the remnants of the knot of
girls. Any here? Any at all? He finds one he likes the look of, and slows for a better look.

>From the Sands, Keissa bounces from foot to foot, robe flapping open on the side as she tries to peek over somone anyone's
shoulder to see what is going on.

>From the Sands, Tamar chuckles at Hreth and attempts to pull Mina with her. "Come on girl. They're still hatching!"

>From the Sands, Ayula's eyes squint slightly, and a smile bordering on nervousness breaks out

>From the Sands, Minali nods her agreement, emerald eyes following the green. "My, she's a picky one, isn't she," The
candidate remarks blithely, the first Impression nearly managing to toss off all of her nerves. Marshmallow is straightened again,
and she tilts her head to one side. "And a blue. Huh."

Phyn glances down onto the sands and smiles as he watches the two hatchlings. He smiles and watches closely.

>From the Sands, Kerpan watches the progress of the blue dragonnette wondering who the next to impress will be? His feet so
heated that he no longer feels much pain he wipes his brows to keep the sweat from dripping into his eyes...darn it would be
nice to have hair!

Rowena swallows hard. "Muire." She finally breathes remembering her own time on the sands holding Muire's hand. "Couldn't
have chosen better."

Shiana materializes out of thin air.

>From the Sands, Kysha pulls and adjust between shuffling and staring at dragonets with wide bright eyes.

Nettik absentmindedly waves to Shiana.

Caniger materializes out of thin air.

Nettik is fully absorbed in the event below.

Shiana almost barrels in.

Nettik waves again.

Caniger walks in slowly

>From the Sands, Kymra peers at first, the blue, and then the green. "Huh?" she mimics Minali, except word is said in question.
"What're you huhing about?"

>From the Sands, Arial bounces on one foot and then another, trying to look calm and composed. Her orange fluff bounces
along with her, her short curls springing up and down. "No sleeves," she repeats? Whatever is Diony talking about. The Sands
heat musta fried her friend's brains... or it musta fried her own.

Charlton, sitting with a row of harpers, nods to the late arrivals. "Look!" he sums up all the excitement in a word, gesturing out
to the sands.

>From the Sands, Caz eyes the eggs, the blue, the other candidates. Ouch! Forgot to move his feet.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf looks to Kiessa. "C'mon...there's room up here! hurry!"

>From the Sands, The Petulant Fool Green Dragonet continues on down the line, giving an actual snort at one candidate? Look
at that dirty robe! No wonder she's passing on, nudging a candidate with her muzzle, before continuing on.

>From the Sands, Tamar 's initial nervous energy appears to have abated somewhat and she looks with mute interest at the
weaving blue and green dragonets.

>From the Sands, Protective Grotto of Taurus Egg quivers with anticipation, but is just not quite ready to make an entrance.
Stubborn, just like Momma.

Protective Grotto of Taurus Egg

Dependable strength is evident within the heart of the grotto, twilight shadows of violets and
sky blues mingling above. From below, emerald vines lay intertwined on the stolid earth,
spiraling upwards to embrace the faintest hint of coppery-bronze of dawn's blush. Sparkles of
crystal glint like stars from the shadows from the protective embrace of Mother Earth.
Possessively guarding its secret, this tiny area securely hides its prize from the world
without.

>From the Sands, "Just for fun," Minali admits, grinning cheerfully. "I'm happy 'cause I don't hafta watch the weyrbrats
anymore." Definitely a reason to celebrate. Bouncing up, then down, around she goes. The umbrella of her robe follows the
movement.

>From the Sands, Sabria looks over the sea of white robes, a scene unlike any in the Hatchings of the past. Shaved heads,
dyed hair. Unforgettable. This one if for the records.

>From the Sands, Neno watches on, looking down the line to make sure. She's coming from one direction, he from another.
When are they going to chose someone, already?

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf's eyes turn and see the Grotto egg move. He freezes stock still.

>From the Sands, The Steady Tower Blue Dragonet finds his safe port, pausing to look deeply into Ayula's eyes, opening his
mouth to warble his joy at finding her.

>From the Sands, Kysha giggles despite the somber event and murmurs, "Colorful dragonets, candidates and even a critic of
fashion be that green."

Odesa hugs Tenne, and T'sina, "another one!" she smiles and points at Ayula.

>From the Sands, Kymra has disconnected.

>From the Sands, Kerpan smiles as the blue Dragonet chooses his mate..."Congratulations Ayula!!" another lucky candidate
finds thier lifemate!

>From the Sands, Capricious Breeze of Gemini Egg shifts again, dissatisfied with its previous position.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf says, "It moved"

>From the Sands, Keissa wobbles in her robe as she looks around and inches slightly away.

>From the Sands, Kymra has connected.

Tenneba claps for Ayula and the Blue.

Nettik opens her mouth to make some sort of silent noise that you've probably never heard of before.

>From the Sands, Tamar claps joyously, seeing the blue has chosen. "Ayula! Congratulations my dear!"

Janna yells HOOORAY!

>From the Sands, Arial blinks as another Impression is made... "Oh Ayula!" Her eyes shimmer once again with tears. "Good
job!"

Shiana looks on, out of breath.

>From the Sands, Caz claps with trembling hands to congratulate Ayula. Wide smile shows "Wonderful!".

>From the Sands, Impuslive Blaze of Aries Egg begins to chip pieces of bright, shiny egg off it's ovoid shape.

Phyn smiles as another impresses, and watches for his friends.

>From the Sands, "Congratulations, Ayula!" Minali cheers on her fellow Candidate, continuing her bouncing. Pink curls go this
way, that way, and she takes a moment to glance into the galleries. "Think they're watching us?" She questions Tamar.

>From the Sands, T'vos walks over to Ayula and her new dragon mate, and helps her to move out of the way of the other
dragons and candidates. "Fine fellow you have there." He complimentsher.

>From the Sands, Kysha grins and waves, "He's really handsome Ayula!"

>From the Sands, "*Elath*? Oh, good Faranth! *Elath*?" Ayula is on her knees, her eyes filling with tears, for the first time in
many years. "Look what y'did, Elath!" She adds, almost reproachfully, her voice is so filled with joy that it's hard to speak. "Y'
made me cry! Look, tears!" As her eyes gaze at the blue, her smile suddenly widens even more! She's found one like her!

>From the Sands, Diony thinks the hair dye helped in the brain-frying. "To wipe your nose on," she says with a smile which
grows bravely. "Let's see what's left, Arial." Diony has her eye on the Capricorn egg. And that Petulant green. "Oh, Ayula.
Elath..."

T'sina grins and watches, "Is.. was Ayula a healer?" She doesn't look away from the eggs, though; can't miss one hatch. "Elath,
what a nice name."

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf manages a grin at Caz real quick.

Odesa looks at Tenne, "I don't know, was she? A healer?"

>From the Sands, "Elath is a neat name." Minali comments, watching the green dragon progress down the line of Candies. "Do
ya think she'll ever choose?"

>From the Sands, Karise nods as T'vos gets Ayula, before she wanders over to a shy girl and her new lifemate. "Right there
way...." she murmurs softly.

>From the Sands, Tamar peers over at the green with a wry smile. "She has to, Mina." Her eyes shine with unshed tears.

>From the Sands, Arial good thing Arial can't read minds... hair dye indeed. As if she had a choice. "Hmm, what's left..."
Arial's eyes caress the Pisces egg.

>From the Sands, Neno continues to watch, gaze darting to the other eggs, before he mutters, "She's taking her sweet time
about it, I know that much." A snort, as he rocks back on his heels.

>From the Sands, Minali giggles, hugging Tamar again. "Don't cry, dear." She comments, tugging at the hem of her
marshmallow/robe again. "And maybe she'll decide to eat us instead." Mina-logic, anyone?

>From the Sands, Impuslive Blaze of Aries Egg wobbles again, bits of shell flying here and there

Melinde has disconnected.

>From the Sands, Tenacious Reef of Capricorn Egg starts more vigorous shaking.

Nettik locks her gaze on Aries and Capricorn.

>From the Sands, Kysha puts her hands so she can wring them more efficiently and doesn't even fake good patience as she
eyes the green.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf shifts a bit.

>From the Sands, Kymra wrinkles her nose at Minali, remarking, "I'd rather not get eaten so soon." And she wants to get eaten
at a later date, perhaps?

>From the Sands, Caz hops from foot to foot, gulp gulp..lump in his throat. Will he find a lifemate, or be trampled
or....shards..who knows. The suspense is nervewracking. Smile is feinged to fellow candidates, hoping they are holding up
alright.

>From the Sands, Tamar laughs at Minali and returns the hug. This isn't as bad as she thought.

>From the Sands, Flames seem to flicker across the shell, the rocking swelling into almost a vibration. Suddenly, the Impulsive
Blaze of Aries Egg erupts into a violent rain of pyroclastic egg-shards, leaving the young dragonet in the calmer eye of the
storm... Or is he the storm?

The Perfecting Hierophant Bronze Dragonet

Deep polished tones of bronze, smooth and mirror bright ripple with waves of amber and reflective highlights of white hot fire.
His large frame seems but a crude vessel for the vibrant spirit within, blazing out through jeweled eyes. Nearly perfect in
proportion, from chiseled muzzle through;powerful chest and hindquarters to his lightly lashing tail. Set over all, his broad
clock-like wings are veined in precious metals: silver-lined gold and coppery bronze.

>From the Sands, Minali doesn't want to be eaten at all, but that's just her." She shrugs, and blinks at a bronze hatches.
"Ooooh. He's bootiful." Indeed. Mina's almost embarrassed of her tattered robe and pink hair. Almost.

Nettik gasps. A bronze? How beautiful.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf says, "Ooooh...look Caz, a bronze! He's beautiful!"

>From the Sands, The Perfecting Hierophant Bronze Dragonet shakes loose shell bits with a hurmph of satisfaction, youthful
tho it is. Looking around he spies all the white robes huddling here and there, such foggy funny shapes

>From the Sands, Arial stops mid-hops, her gaze riveted on the bronze. "Oh, he's lovely!" A poke is sent Diony's way.
"Look!"

>From the Sands, Kerpan stares wide eyed as the bronze dragonet emerges from his shell, vibrant color blinding those who
stare at him too long. Kerpan looks around to see how his fellow candidates are doing and handling the hot sands?

>From the Sands, Kysha slides to the side so another young boy can see the bronze while her violet gaze falls back to the other
hatchling.

>From the Sands, A sudden cry of discovery sends Petulant Fool Green Dragonet arunning', becoming a tangle of legs and
arms with a certain nosiy candidate. Body entraps Neno, warbling loudly.

Tenneba sucks her breath between her teeth. Is this the one?

Odesa soothes Hades who croons softly from her shoulder, "Those are your cousins!" Hades shifts uncomfortably...*those?*
He hides when he sees the bronze.

>From the Sands, Diony yelps - a little one - and points at the Tenacious Reef. "Look, one of my eggs is hatching!" Her eggs.
Indeed. But Aries' blaze, like Arial's poke, catches her eye. "Bronze."

>From the Sands, Berill looks interested in the bronze, stepping forward for a better look.

Phyn smiles and looks out towards the bronze.

>From the Sands, Minali giggles, glancing towards Neno. "Congrats," She calls, squeezing Tamar's hand. "Look, now she
won't eat us."

>From the Sands, Tamar watches in mute facination as the bronze emerges. So much activity on the sands now!

>From the Sands, Caz can't breathe...oh shards but look at those colors! Stunningly powerful and gorgeous. Very nervous he
nods to Hrethwulf...mouth opens but..umm..words get stuck in his throat.

>From the Sands, Keissa dodges a flying wing as she tries to stay out of the way. Sassy now, all the preceeding impressins
convincing her she is safe.

>From the Sands, Kymra shuffles from foot to foot, preoccupied with her 'Candie-shuffle.' She pauses momentarily at the sight
of the bronze, nodding agreement. "Just wunnerfully beautiful," she assents. If you like gangly, almost-awkward hatchlings.

>From the Sands, N'o blinks, eyes wide, before he finally falls over, entrapped, in more ways that one. "Shameth! Leggo, will
you! Huh?" He sits dumbly for a moment, before a wry smile escapes. "Shameth."

Caniger descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

>From the Sands, Dorvath Stretches his wings out and bugles as the bronze erupts from its shell and starts his search for a
mate

>From the Sands, "Shameth." Minali rolls the name around her in her mouth, and grins. "Nice. Nice name." She shrugs. Not as
good as Georgeth would be, but nice.

>From the Sands, Tamar moves out of the way of the bronze, tugging a bit at Mina. "Better get out of his way," she murmurs to
her.

Nettik glances annoyingly at Dorvath for a moment before returning her gaze to the sands. She heard /all/ about that runner
eating episode.

>From the Sands, Diony peers, concern pinching her face, "Neno?" Ravaged by a hatchling. And in public, too!

>From the Sands, The Perfecting Hierophant Bronze Dragonet wobbles forward nosing through the crowd. Somewhere here,
he can almost smell it. Peek is taken first at this male candie then that one as he searches for the one tradition and rite lead him
to.

>From the Sands, Arial smiles and calls out congrats to N'o and his Shameth.

>From the Sands, In a spray of sparkling shell fragments, the Tenacious Reef of Capricorn Egg shatters abruptly, revealing the
occupant as he tumbles gracelessly onto the Sands.

The Slippery Devil Brown Dragonet

Klah darkness lined jet in scale patterning give this dragon a sinister appearance. Slit eyes gleam a dangerous crimson beneath
protruding eyeridges that strangely resemble horns, their mud-red coloring aiding this impression by sheer contrast. Sharp
jutting fangs are no match for oversized red talons; this lad seems all claw and fang and blood-red bat-wing. His tail lashes
behind him like a forked whip, setting the tone for the rest of his all-too springy action.

Phyn catches someone he has been watching, looking at him and blushes and watches the sands.

Odesa gasps at the emerging Brown, "Now that fella..." she has a thing for browns.

>From the Sands, Arial squeezes Diony's hand extra hard as her egg hatchs. "Oh Diony, look at him," she sighs. "What a lovely
brown." Whoever Impresses him will sure have his or her hands full!

>From the Sands, The Slippery Devil Brown Dragonet bounces up, he didn't spill, nono. Not he. He starts foarward one
pounce at a time.

>From the Sands, Minali grins as another dragon emerges. "Brown." She announces for the benefit of anyone who might care
to know. "Nice looking guy, I think." Yuh.

>From the Sands, N'o is quietly led off with the other weyrlings, gabbing to Shameth the whole time. "Yes, it does happen like
that. Why? Well... how should I know?"

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf looks at the bronze and smiles, he steals a glance at the glorious brown too"

>From the Sands, Kysha squeezes her hands together and the newest hatchling catches her eyes with a grin she begins to
watch him carefully.

Tenneba holds her breath. Or rather, forgets to breath. Let it be....

>From the Sands, Tamar is takes aback by the appearance of the brown. Rather wicked looking thing, she thinks.

>From the Sands, Caz 's dark eyes stare in wonder at the bronze, carefully he moves out back, not going to get in that fellows
way. From the corner of his eye he notices the brown but attention is taken by the bronze. Heart pounds like a drum raging in
his chest and ears...gulp...

>From the Sands, Diony nods to Arial, not too willing to make adverse comments about a hatchling dragon, but-- "He
looks...Evil."

>From the Sands, Capricious Breeze of Gemini Egg rattles a bit, impatience warring with contentment.

Janna watches the scene below her silently, violet eyes shining.

>From the Sands, N'o has disconnected.

>From the Sands, Kymra peers at the latest hatchling, brown. "Brown indeed." Not purply, mauvish, puce-hued, nothing. What
a shame.

>From the Sands, Kerpan nods in agreement with Diony's assesment of the appearance of the brown dragonet...something
about him causes shivers to run up one's spine!

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf looks at Diony with a frown. "He does not. he looks glorious"

>From the Sands, Berill watches the brown now, a smile tugging the corners of his usually frowning mouth. What a perfect
dragon!

>From the Sands, Minali stifles a yawn, and bounces on the sands. "I hope they hurry up. My feet hurt." Too much time with
weyrbrats gives Mina a wonderfully whiney personality. The side effects of well intentioned chores...

>From the Sands, Arial sniffs audibaly, "Well I think he's cute!" Well, she /does/!

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf looks over at the brown

>From the Sands, Tamar laughs nervously, stepping out of the brown's way. "Maybe not evil....but definitely.....scarey."

>From the Sands, Aloe peeks down and around the tall person. Can't see over, try another way. She fidgets nervously as she
watches.

>From the Sands, Unfathomable Depths of Pisces Egg twitchtwices, back and forth, back and forth, over and over again.
Suddenly, the water stills, complacent.

T'sina looks down at the newly hatched brown with a bit of disbelief. "Quite the coloring he has on him, don't you think?" She
nibbles at her lower lip and rests her chin on one hand, still watching.

Nettik watches the brown interestedly. Cute. Then she notices more eggs rocking.

S'ya materializes out of thin air.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf steals another glance at the brown...the bronze, then looks out over the eggs. His eyes rest a
moment on the protective grotto.

>From the Sands, The Slippery Devil Brown Dragonet pauses to glare at a Weaver, the boy shrinks back and the devil moves
on.

Odesa nods, her eyes not leaving the brown.

>From the Sands, The Perfecting Hierophant Bronze Dragonet's wobbly legs are a touch more steady now. Looking around he
/knows/ he feels the right one drawing him every nearer and nearer to a bald headed lad whose robe neatly leaves his legs
bared to heated sands.

>From the Sands, Berill smirks a bit at the Candidates discomfort. That's not the way to Impress. In his opinion, of course,
which matters more than everyone else's.

>From the Sands, Arial's eyes turn from the cute although odd looking brown towards her egg, well not really hers, but.. it
moved! The pisces egg moved... poor Diony gets another poke.. "Lookie, it moved!"

>From the Sands, Minali likes this devilish dragonet, mostly because he seems to know where he's going. "See, lookit that. If
they all went that fast, the sands wouldn't have time to get so hot." More Mina-logic, and the girl makes a face into the galleries.
"I'll bet they don't know how hot it is down here."

>From the Sands, Tamar hears teh word hot from Mina and begins to hop again. Darn this sand!

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf looks over. is it looking at Caz? His face smiles and his eyes mist

>From the Sands, Diony hugs herself, smiling blandly at Hrethwulf, unwilling to dispute it. "Eye of the beholder..." May
Hrethwulf be caught in that mephisto's gaze. "Ow. I see, I see," she agrees quickly to Arial. All that poking. She's going to have
bruises.

>From the Sands, Kysha can't help to chuckle and smile at the various comments. She hmms, "I think that brown is almost
amused with us. I guess I would be if I hatched to a batch of funny-looking white robes too."

>From the Sands, Caz swallows that lump in his throat, dark eyes staring at the bronze. He's trembling...wondering...almost
afraid to hope...

Odesa steals a hopefully look at Rowena, will Caz get this one?

Rowena closes her eyes as she is nearly sick with hope and fear.

Sophia leans forward.

Janna leans forward,watching intensly.

>From the Sands, "My robe isn't funny looking." Minali has a sudden lapse of defensiveness, and she glares around at
whomever mentioned funny-looking robes. /She/ has a beautiful robe, ahuh. It's a marshmallow. With legs and pink hair.
Lovely.

>From the Sands, Kymra frowns, offering, "Isn't this sand always hot?" Shifting from foot to foot, she adds, "Mebbe we should
dump some snow down here from the Star Stones. Faranth knows that it was cold enough last night."

Shiana looks for a long moment, then closes her eye.

>From the Sands, Kerpan looks from the bronze to Caz and back again...good combination he thinks...good one indeed. The
sweat continues to drip from his bald pate and he swipes it off with his hands distractedly...darn need a headband or
something...

>From the Sands, Unfathomable Depths of Pisces Egg continues its movements, coming to settle against a neighbor, before
moving once again, rack back into its wallow.

Caitlin materializes out of thin air.

>From Caitlin's shoulder, a blue-black flit chirrs balefully at you.

She is awake and looks alert.

>From the Sands, Kysha wrinkles her nose with both eyes on devilish undecisive brown and retorts back, "Steam would be so
much better." Heat makes everyone hot and snappish, not just the dragonets.

>From the Sands, The Perfecting Hierophant Bronze Dragonet looks into Caz's eyes with a cry of joy and discovery!

>From the Sands, Diony laughs. "Like one of those steam caverns at South Telgar, Kym, Kysha."

>From the Sands, Capricious Breeze of Gemini Egg stills, picks up the tempo, and jigs a little--almost as if being pulled in two
directions.

Torin materializes out of thin air.

>From the Sands, Tamar glances over at Mina and shakes her head. She pulls a bit at the collar of her robe and sighs, still
mincing her steps to keep off the sands. "Steam?"

Caitlin scampers up the stairs, half carrying, half dragging a small child with her and slides into the nearest seat, the red-headed
child jumping onto her lap, she smiles briefly at those around her and then glances at the eggs and hatchlings on the sands.

>From the Sands, Aloe timidly watches the nearest egg rock. Steam? "That would get the wrinkles out, you know. Steam does
that." She absently rubs her hands down the sides of her non-wrinkled robe.

Janna wonders if what she just saw was what really happened.

>From the Sands, The Perfecting Hierophant Bronze Dragonet croons lovingly up at Caz happily.

Torin claps for Caz!

>From the Sands, "Steam?" Minali repeats the general question surfing through the Candidates. "But then we would all
/suffocate/." That would be Very Bad.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf says, "Oh Caz.....it is you! look!"

>From the Sands, Diony's robe is damp enough without steam. Actually, come to think of it, she's probably steaming anyway.
"Oh, Caz!"

>From the Sands, Tamar laughs aloud in absolute joy. "Caz! You did it!"

Janna says, "YYYYYYYHHHHAAAAAA! Yeah, Caz! Way to go!!!!"

>From the Sands, Unfathomable Depths of Pisces Egg froths with the immediate need to shudder, furious motions making the
egg twirl within its burrow. It doesn't cease as hairline fracture break the ocean's depths, digging itself into a deeper hole. A
pause, and the egg shatters, caking the Dauntless Strength Blue Dragonet within its fragments.

The Dauntless Strength Blue Dragonet

Darkness claims this dragon's powered physique, light unwelcome in his velvety hide but curiosity stamped in wide-set eyes;
indigo; ravages that hawked muzzle and emaciated skull -- black-blue and blue-black -- before it mutes those sensitive 'knobs
and trails brakishly down a compacted neck. The shade descends into a swarthy finish upon his haunches and along his tail as
midnight is finally confined to a solid reality his; wings, however, are delineated in a lighter plum, outlined in inky 'bones;that
match the taut flesh of his belly.

Tenneba claps for Caz and his Bronze.

Odesa cheers screaming, "CAZ!"

Charlton smothers a sigh, and cheers boisterously!

>From the Sands, Minali beams, and giggles. "Congratulations, Caz!" She squeals across the Sands at the newest Impressee.

>From the Sands, Kymra grimaces again. "Too hot," she verifies, then glances over to Caz. "Caz!" she shrieks. "Congrats!"

>From the Sands, Kysha exhales a soft sigh and then rowdy cheer for Caz.

>From the Sands, Berill watches the brown. Come on, get over here!

Phyn jumps up uncharacteristicly and shouts, "Way to go CAZ!." he blushes and sits back down in his seat.

Rowena bends dropping face into hands and sobs, both in joy and misery. "Caz, ah love I /knew/ ya'd be chosen."

>From the Sands, T'vos walks over to assist the new weyrling and dragon. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you out of the way of
the others." He smiles as he says this.

T'sina blinks several times, smiling, and sits up to yell her congratulations. "Caz! Way to go Caz!" She claps loudly, adding to
the general noise.

Caitlin smiles at the sight of the impression, pointing out sights to the child who asks questions repeatedly, she glances at
Rowena for a moment and smiles sympathetically and then her gaze returns to the sands.

>From the Sands, A beaming smile comes over Caz's features as he falls down to hug the bronze dragonet, "Asarith?", voice
shakes with emotion, he knows he's found a friend for life. Tears stream down his cheeks...near unbelieving what is occuring.

Torin claps Rowena on the shoulder.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf looks away and wipes at his eyes a bit....he looks at the brown and the fresh Blue.

>From the Sands, The Slippery Devil Brown Dragonet pounces again, landing with a thump and a squawk. He picks himself
back up and glars about at th Candidates, trying to find even one who is worthy of him.

>From the Sands, S'lan watches with pride as new pairs are being formed and escorted aside.

>From the Sands, Keissa bounces from foot to foot as another is taken. "Shells, is this never going to be over!"

Sophia cheers for Caz, peering over at Rowena wiht a wink.

>From the Sands, Arial tears up yet again... "Oh Caz! He's lovely!" Her eyes shimmer as she softly repeats the dragonet's
name. "Asarith!" Lovely!

>From the Sands, Karise watches quietly, whistling low as she nods approvingly, before shuffing another pair into the ranks.

Tenneba waits to hear the name, Oh, Asarith? Pretty.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf can't help but grin at the brown, so like Ares in a way.

>From the Sands, Dorvath bugles to the bronze and his new lifemate.

>From the Sands, Berill steps forward, with a sneer: he is unafraid.

>From the Sands, "Asarith." Minali repeats, wincing as the brown takes a tumble. "Is he okay, ya think?" She inquires, bending
a little at the waist to get a better look.

>From the Sands, Tamar hears the squawk and turns, seeing the brown stumble. "Oh! Is he hurt?" she suddenly asks, all the
healer.

>From the Sands, Arial pokies Diony yet again, "Look Diony! Outta my egg... A blue!" Dark, lovely and velvety...

>From the Sands, Caz stumbles beside Asarith as they are lead aside, tears still streaming, still hugging his lifemates neck.

>From Odesa's should Hades chirple bugles a welcome to big demon brown.

>From the Sands, The Dauntless Strength Blue Dragonet is... covered! Oh, the irony, as he settles down on all fours, giving a
quick canine-like shake. Off! Off! A soft bugle escapes, as shards are discared away.

>From the Sands, Capricious Breeze of Gemini Egg settles back down almost in a pout--but the mood doesn't last long as the
dragonet inside heaves ho.

>From the Sands, Keissa almost steps forward to assiste the little tumbler then remembers, not too close, they might get you.

>From the Sands, Aloe sighs softly as she sees Caz Impress. "Oh, good job, Caz..." Another soft sigh as she turns back to the
eggs. Why is she even out here?

>From the Sands, The Slipery Devil Brown Dragonet glares balefully at an unflinching Berill. Likeing this commendable poise,
the dragonet looks deep inside the Candidate.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf grins back at Caz's back. he turns back to the dragonnets and the eggs

>From the Sands, Kerpan claps his hands as Caz and his new lifemate move over out of the way....he smiles and wonders if his
turn will come or no? Either way it's been an amazing experience.

>From the Sands, Minali shrugs her shoulders, and decides that the brown is quite all right. Attention goes to the remaining
eggs. "How many are there left, Tamar?" She inquires, wiping away sweat.

>From the Sands, B'ill falls to his knees and grins at the brown. "Oh, Gateth, you're perfect." The two then fall in to plotting a
world take-over.

>From the Sands, Scribbles and sophsicated war, neither becoming the victor as the Capricious Breeze of Gemini Egg finally
delves into a more predicable pattern as cracks appear within that whimiscal shell. Back and forth the egg bobbles, never
ceasing until the top of the egg simply pops off; a dragonet's nose peeks out, tilting the egg forward, cracking the created work
into several peices as it frees itself from artistic prision.

The Piercing Moon Brown Dragonet

Rakishness frameworks this wiry dragon, his body composed of arcs and angles: sharpness in the making. Rosewood curls
magnanimously around his stout muzzle and 'knobs to frame soft, whirling eyes, then coils down a lanky neck; that shade
overlaps and darkens over the rest of this towheaded figure of piston limbs and taut haunches. Thick molasses drains from a
congealed spill across his breastbone and belly to pool at talons and tail, the golden light deepening into viscous syrup at the tips
of those extremities; higher, flaring pinions of chipped sandalwood arch back to shadow glossy membranes of moonlit maple,
the 'spars and fingersails trailing in childish disproportion.

Janna groans

Odesa smiles at Berill, "Ahhh he got my favorite..." she pulls a braid absently and strains to see whats happening.

>From the Sands, Minali notes another brown, and watches it for a moment. "Gee. Everything's happening so /fast/."

>From the Sands, The Piercing Moon Brown Dragonet shakes his wings, the tips already trailing wetly to pick up a layer of
sand.

Phyn leans forward to Tenneba and Odesa and speaks softly, "Sorry for yelling in your ears." He sits back down and looks one
the sand.

>From the Sands, "I see, Arial. I do. Really. He's beautiful!" Diony would move out of reach except that she needs the moral
support. "Asarith, did you hear? Caz's dragonet. C'z?" She's more sympathetic than ecstatic for Berill. "Congratulations!"

>From the Sands, The Dauntless Strength Blue Dragonet pauses as he flicks a shard from his muzzle. Hmmph. There. Head
lifts, startling dark against sandy landscape, before he moves out. Now... what are these white things out here for?

Torin sighs, wondering why she's staying here...but for some reason, she can't seem to pull herself away until it's done.

>From the Sands, B'ill has disconnected.

Nettik catches her breath. What a glorious brown!

>From the Sands, Arial blinks as another pair is found..."B'ill and Gateth, congrats." Arial never really liked Berill, he never
worked, just sat around 'supervising.'

>From the Sands, Tamar exhales softly at the colors of the newest brown. She smiles and watches him emerge from his egg.

>From the Sands, Kerpan watches the dragonet's with interest as they wander here and there searching for thier lifemates....

>From the Sands, What are they for? To eat, of course. Oh wait. Minali didn't think that. Bad, bad. "At least nobody's been
eaten yet." The candidate decides that this is a Good thing.

Rowena can't talk, can't think just wipes her eyes as fingers rub the hedgeroses in her gown between nerveless fingers.

>From the Sands, Kysha moves back so she can congratulate those who impressed as they pass her and to get a better look at
the newest stars on the sands.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf grins and looks at the freshly hatched brown. , he can't seem to center his attention everything
happening so fast

Caitlin glances over the harpers who are on the sands, wondering if they will be chosen and what sort of riders they will be,
knowing that they will be missed at Harper Hall. She shakes her head and looks down at her daughter who is looking around
with glee, wriggling and trying to see everything at once, she smiles and then hurridly looks back at the sands to see what she
has missed.

Odesa nods at the newest brown... now there is a beauty of another kind...

Tenneba casts a gentle glance at Rowena. Poor lady, must have such mixed emotions about this.

>From the Sands, Tamar calls over to Hreth, "He is a beauty, isn't he?" She thinks softly to herself, a lot less intimidating than
Gateth, for sure...

>From the Sands, Another quick pairing? Sigh. Aloe glances down, then gets distracted by those nice sandals. Toes wiggle and
lips curve in amusement. Sandals are fun. Hot, but fun. Now what was she doing? Oh yeah, watching everyone else find
dragons.

>From the Sands, The Dauntless Strength Blue Dragonet pauses for just a moment, looking within one candidate's face, before
a simple snorty is given in passing. Not The One. On he continues, body moving a a flick of an eye.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf nods. "he surely is..."

>From the Sands, Arial eyes the blue outta her egg, squeezing Diony's hand /hard/ in her excitement. "Oh Diony, he's.. he's..
there are no words for him." Orange curls bounce in excitement.

>From the Sands, Enigmatic Torrent of Scorpio Egg rocks vigorously in the sands, now getting rather impatient.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf shifts from foot to foot, for the heat or nervousness finally showing is unknown

>From the Sands, Minali doesn't have sandals on. Poor dear. She left them over there... A hopeful glance is shot that way.
Would anyone mind if she scampered over to retrieve them? She decides that a dragon might. Stay put, Mina-bina.

>From the Sands, Cavern walls shudder with the sudden onset of the young life within the shell of the Enigmatic Torrent of
Scorpio Egg struggling towards freedom. The images on the walls seem to peel away and crumble as the shell shatters, falling
away from the starry eyed dragonet, born abruptly into the world.

The Playful Star Blue Dragonet

Twilight's irridescent hues fall across sleek blue hide, the first silvery gleam of the stars hinted at in the coming darkness of
evening. Across his flanks, the faint reflections of heavenly bodies shimmer off of a quiet brook's rippling surface, his turquoise
form a remnant of that gentle basin of water, his hide a mottling of subtle hues. A cascade of starlight lines the translucent
membranes of his wings, while a misty wash of palest aquamarine bathes his belly like the faint fog thrown up by a crash of a
waterfall. Across his nearly dainty muzzle, the blaze of a fiery star's kiss has spread its beacon in a mixture of white and blue,
and sends tiny sparks across his chin and throat, features only outshown by the playful glow within faceted eyes.

Nettik sighs at the blue. She doesn't carte if they're one of the most common dragons on pern, They're still unique.

>From the Sands, Kymra turns slightly, noting the brown's arrival. " 'Nother brown, 'nother blue," she announces, as if the
others couldn't see. She peers from blue to brown to blue, then back to her fellow Candies. Who's gonna be the lucky ones?

>From the Sands, Minali ooohs. "Another blue." Minali announces, giggling. She's observant. >From the Sands, Diony says,
"Breathe Arial. Deep breaths." And maybe she could take her own advice. "Breathe."

>From the Sands, The Dauntless Strength Blue Dragonet continues on.... wait. What was that? There was something.....
Suddenly, stout haunches begin their charge, heading toward something.... or someone.

>From the Sands, The Playful Star Blue Dragonet meeps as he drops into the soft sands, and wobbles his way back up to his
feet. He looks around.... Where are you?

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf just gapes, they are hatching so fast!

Torin grips the rail tighter, wanting to leave but not being able to tear herself away.

>From the Sands, Tamar watches as two blues now stumble across the sands!

>From the Sands, The Piercing Moon Brown Dragonet delves a shallow trail behind him as tail and sparred winghooks
drag--despite his foot-surety, his lankiness gives a jerky quality to the motions as he looks towards white, white, and ... rather
/odd/ colors.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf catches the sudden movement to as the blues move

>From the Sands, Arial eyes hop from blue to brown to the new blue... "Oh Diony, they're all so wonderful!" What's that
Diony's preaching? Breathe? A deep breath is taken and exhaled and Arial calms down a bit more.

Odesa turns her head to the charging blue... hmmm.

>From the Sands, Kysha blinks and swings her head back and forth to make her look like a colorful spintop.

>From the Sands, Keissa backs up as blues charge. Eyes dance from candie to candie wondering who will impress this pair.

Janna gazes hopefully at Tamar

>From the Sands, Minali peers around, and squeezes Tamar's hand. "They're almost all hatched..." She comments, brushing
aside pink locks.

Nettik leans over the rail farther. Oh to be a dragonrider.

Janna shifts her eyes to the dragons. Such browns and blues!

>From the Sands, Tamar nods at Mina, too entranced by the motion of dragonets on the sands. She does, sqeeze her hand
back, and with her other, tug at her collar as the heat begins to get to her.

>From the Sands, As orange catches a whirling eye, Dauntless Strength Blue Dragonet catches his stride. She was right here.
Right here before him. Gallop skids to a halt right before Arial, a soft croon emitted.

>From the Sands, Diony yawns and then blinks owlishly, surprised. Tired with all this excitement? If the Weyrleaders hadn't
been such slave drivers these last couple of months...Peeling her robe away from her back, Diony flexes her shoulders then
stops. "Mmm, they're all--Arial!"

Rowena finally remembers she is in public, and Rowena never cries. Taking one last swipe at tear pocked face she stares
stubbornly ahead. What is... is.

>From the Sands, Tamar gasps and cries out, "Arial!"

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf smiles "Well done Arial!"

>From the Sands, Kerpan smiles as the blue chooses Arial, "Well chosen! Congratualtions Arial!" Darn but his feet are toasted
to perfection!!

>From the Sands, Kymra gasps, pleased for the Candidate, and grins over to Arial. "Arial!"

>From the Sands, The Playful Star Blue Dragonet hangs back a little. Shards! The world is a Big Place. Who will make it not
so daunting? He searched on.

>From the Sands, Minali giggles, and squeals again. "ARIAL!" The candidate cheers, clapping her hands together and
bouncing. Bouncing in a direction. Towards her forgotten sandals. Mina has a mission.

Janna watches the newest bonding through a blur of tears. How wonderful it all was, for both of the newly Impressed pair.

Caitlin laughs and jiggles Johanan "Look Harper Blue dragonet for a harper girl" She smiles happily, "A good pairing"

>From the Sands, Arial blinks, astounded as depthless eyes stare into hers. "Zyelth?! Zyelth!" She falls to her knees and
embraces the blue before her. "Oh you darling, I could never forget you!"

>From the Sands, Kysha happily grins at Arial and her newfound friend, "Oh that is a lovely name."

T'sina breaks out in happy cheers. "Congratulations Arial!!!" She smiling so hard, she's cying now. "Arial and Zyelth!"

>From the Sands, Dorvath warbles to Zivath as all there little ones are leaving them.

Charlton tenses, standing up suddenly to see better. "Kestrel! Is that our Arial down there in front of that blue?" And it is, and
he repeats, sitting down slowly, "Zyelth. What do you know."

Jessic brings her hands to her face as she calls out happy encouragement to Arial.

>From the Sands, "Zyelth." Minali has a thing about repeating dragon names. "Zyelth is a good name, too." Getting closer to
those sandals... Just a little bit further.

Odesa smiles, "Arial...hmmm Zyelth...perfect match..." shakes her head yep.

Tenneba claps for Arial and her blue dragonet. So many lives taking a sudden turn... She smiles.

>From the Sands, Tamar claps her hands delightedly for her friend. "Oh Arial! He's wonderful! Congratulations!"

>From the Sands, T'vos smiles as Arial and her new lifemate find eachother. He strides over toward them, well after he gets the
nod from Karise that is.

>From the Sands, Aloe blinks and looks up from her feet. "Arial?" Confused. "Arial!" Gleeful. She claps and just barely
remembers not to bounce. That would look silly....hm, sillier maybe.

>From the Sands, Young eyes catch glimpses of soft pink framing a more perfect face. Shyly at first, then with more certainty,
The Playful Star Blue Dragonet croons happily up at Minali. She is -perfect-.

>From the Sands, Karise nods, as she leans back on her heels, finding her eyes watching a few candidates, and even more
dragonets.

Kestrel jumps up with Charlton, not so quick to sit down though as her hands come together in applause, "Arial! Arial and
Zyelth!" she hops up and down in her excitement, Master decorum forgotten totally.

Caitlin smiles as blue follows blue into pairing and then grins at Charlton and Kestrel and then looks back at the sands at the
other harpers standing?

Odesa smiles and nearly cries jubilation as second impression comes..."Minali!"

>From the Sands, Kymra pivots, gaze catching on Minali. "Mina!" she shrieks, bubbling. "Mina! Mina! Mina!" She's stuck on
repeating those two syllables, it appears. "Mina!"

Rowena sighs as hands clap for the pairings coming thick and fast on the sands.

>From the Sands, Kerpan stares as another impression is made...."ALLRIGHT Minali!" So many of his friends are now paired
off he wonders if he'll be one of those left standing on the sands alone?

>From the Sands, Minali stops in her bouncing, and blinks. "Trisath?" She clears her throat, and tugs at a strand of pink hair.
"Trisath!" A grin sweeps across her face, and she drops to her knees. "Her name is /Trisath/!" In case you didn't hear it the first
time... times.

Tenneba shakes her head, smiling. There goes another one! She claps for Minali and /her/ blue.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf is breathless. He smiles at mina too. His hopeful eyes look out over the other eggs

>From the Sands, Arial follows T'vos off the Sands, her hand resting on Zyelth's head, chatting to him in amazement. "No I
didnt forget you, really!"

>From the Sands, Sweeping Gust of Aquarius Egg trembles, rocking in a sudden spin as the dragon within struggles to shatter
the outer encasement.

>From the Sands, Tamar looks over at Mina and the blue and laughs in delight, clasps her friend's shoulder. "Wonderful!"

>From the Sands, Arial turns in time to see Minali Impress. "Oh Mina! He's lovely!"

>From the Sands, Atypical Flame of Sagittarius Egg spins in place, rocking wildly now. Want out, want out, nownownow!

>From the Sands, Kysha waves to Minali the weyrling now with a proud grin.

>From the Sands, T'vos smiles at the two and says, with an arm gesture. "If you'll come with me? We can get out of the way of
the others."

Peyton has disconnected.

Janna smiles at the antics of the sagitarrius egg.

>From the Sands, Karise watches, wandering up to Minali. "Trisath, is it? Well, come on... and we'll get you all settled directly.

>From the Sands, Diony is split in two directions, three, more! "Minali, too! Trisath. Oh that's lovely!"

Ieryne materializes out of thin air.

Nettik grins. "Minali impressed!" (Incase you didn't know. )

>From the Sands, The Piercing Moon Brown Dragonet catches vivid contrast and clashing as he moves out towards the
candidates, smooth and syrupy and all just-hatched eagerness. How did they do that?

>From the Sands, Nocturnal Pool of Cancer Egg wobbles and wiggles and begins to crack in long, slender rivets

Nocturnal Pool of Cancer Egg

Periwinkle woven with long strands of twilight violet wraps the ovoid shell in deceptive
serenity. Bathed in the argentine splendor of lonely Luna's light, hints of ruby claws and onyx
legs hide in the green reeds of the poolside, caught in a single moment of time, russet leaves
over green stalks, brooding and cautious. Properly secretive and protective of shell's firm
territory, yet still caught within the swirl of Life: the tempest's currents and Fate's fickle
fortunes.

>From the Sands, Caz is vaguely aware of his friends as he's huddled with Asarith, stunned amazement on his face as he
strokes the bronze hide.

>From the Sands, Aloe wriggles her toes and smiles. "Mina... He's so wonderful." She congratulates her friend, then timidly
turns back to watch the fast-depleting clutch.

>From the Sands, The gentle swaying of the Nocturnal Pool of Cancer Egg grows into an impatient rocking, leaves shivering on
their branches. Cracks appear over the straining shell, and sudden shards fly apart, dumping a young dragon onto the sands
unceremoniously.

The Lusty Lovers Green Hatchling

Mint striated with rich hues of emerald and specks of crimson ripple smoothly over hide from muzzle to the tip of prehensile tail.
Built for speed and agility, this dragon lass was born to fly, swirls of misty rose curling upon wing vanes. Love burns fever bright
in faceted eyes set in a delicately narrow head, hints of lusty nature revealed in the soft croon of her throaty rumble and the
swaying, enticing movement of her lithe form and coy flick of the tip of spaded tail.

Nettik gasps yet again. Cancer! Aquarious!

Shiana descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

>From the Sands, Kysha turns her eyes back toward the sticky brown and eggs.

>From the Sands, Minali giggles cheerfully, and wraps her arms around the brilliant blue in front of her. A blink for T'vos. "Out
of the way?" A blank stare is marred only by love.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf dares to glance at the Moon Brown, no harper classes to help him here. He stands nervously

Nettik almosts falls over the ledge. What a beautiful green!

>From the Sands, Spintop's colorful clash draws the Piercing Moon Brown Dragonet towards Kysha, his own smooth
coloration the better contrast--he'll teach her fashion sense, and she'll teach him everything else.

>From the Sands, Keissa peeks out from behind a screen of hair. Peeking, slipping sideways in quiet contemplation of all the
baby dragonets.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf smiles at the dragons choice. His gaze comes up to watch the others.

Janna stares at the lovely green hatchling. She just /adores/ greens!

>From the Sands, Kysha laughs and comments to the brown, "I do too have fashion sense Ysavoth!!"

>From the Sands, Kerpan watches as another impression is made...clapping his hands in happiness as another friend is
blessed! "Congrats Kysha!"

>From the Sands, Tamar laughs aloud. "Kysha! How wonderful for you!"

>From the Sands, Kymra sidles over to Tamar, tugging at her arm. "Tamar! Lookit!" she exclaims, pointing towards the newly
hatched green. Spinning around, she beams over to Kysha. "Congrats!" she hollers, bouncing on her toe-tips, parcially from
excitement, partically because the sand is *hot.*

>From the Sands, The Lusty Lovers Green Hatchling shakes shell loose with sinuous abandon. Hmmmm, now... where is /the/
one, /the/ one who holds the strings of her heart?

>From the Sands, Arial's eyes dance as Kysha Impresses as well. "Kysha! Ysavoth.." Her mouth dances about the name,
lovely.

Phyn sees the green hatchling and grips his own hands, hoping for his friend.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf smiles quietly. And nods to Kysha and her new life mate.

>From the Sands, Karise wanders up. Just like her brethen. "Kysha.... come on." A smile is given, as she nods. "Ysavoth... a
darn good name... and a good dragon.

Odesa elbows Janna softly, "Now that green is svelt..."

>From the Sands, Keissa can't help but eye that green. Eye it and inch forward.

>From the Sands, Minali finally gets to her feet and leads her newfound lifemate to the sidelines of the sands. "Isn't he perfect?"
She gushes to the other weyrlings waiting there. "I'm so happy!"

>From the Sands, Twisting colors seem to twist upon themselves, the smooth curve of shell bending to the will of that which lies
within. Cracks appear on the Atypical Flame of Sagittarius Egg for but a moment before it seems to split clean down the middle
and a young dragon is dumped upon the Sands. *Whump!* He's here!

The Noble World Bronze Dragonet

Wisdom gleams from beneath rugged eyeridges, romanesque nose adding a touch of nobility. Deepest sapphire follows the
currents of sleek musculature down the neck and over rounded flanks, while long wing vanes are feathered with the deep azure
of the heart of oceans, like ripples upon the tides. Burnished copper gleams over sharp talons, dark as wet earth as they blend
into his hide. Serenity marks him outwardly, but the quiver of his long playful tail belies the joy of life lurking within this roguish
yet gentle dragon.

Janna says in an aside to Odesa, "Svelt, lithe, and full of life's fire.

>From the Sands, Kysha follows Karise as she and Ysavoth are lost in discussion about her hair and clothing.

Tenneba claps for Kysha. Wow, another one! "Way to go, Kysha!"

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf says, "Ooooh...another bronze!" He looks with awe."

>From the Sands, Arial blinks from the sidelines... is that? It looks.."Antoher bronze," she pokies Mina, newly arrived.
"Another bronze."

Charlton's eyes go this way and that way, as eggs hatch, hatchlings explore, and new bonds are formed. "It's all rather
overwhelming."

>From the Sands, Tamar looks back at the sands, watching as the green comes out. Then she smiles at the newly hatched
bronze.

Tears start to spring to Torin's eyes. Forgetting that she's wearing her good clothes, she wipes at her eyes with a sleeve.

>From the Sands, Sweeping Gust of Aquarius Egg gives a short hop, on the fall a long winding crack splinters up and over the
surface, winnowing the shell with striations.

>From the Sands, Kerpan stares as another bronze bursts onto the sands, unable to pull his eyes away he examines it from tip
of nose to tip of tail...amazing...his feet temporarily forgotten...

>From the Sands, Minali has disconnected.

>From the Sands, Dorvath bugles proudly as another bronze appears

>From the Sands, Minali has connected.

>From the Sands, The Noble World Bronze Dragonet shakes himself off, from nose tip to tail tip.

Tenneba grins and waits to see where the new bronze ends up.

>From the Sands, Diony hop-steps over shards and albumen, regrouping. "Tamar? Oh look, another bronze!" Distracted, she
peers, fluffing her fringe away from her slick forehead.

>From the Sands, Minali finally gets to her feet and leads her newfound lifemate to the sidelines of the sands. "Isn't he perfect?"
She gushes to the other weyrlings waiting there. "I'm so happy!"

Odesa silently urges Tamar forward... hmmm, that green is pretty..

>From the Sands, Tamar continues to mince her feet. Sand seems hotter now than before. She grins over at Diony and nods
her head. "Yes! I see!"

>From the Sands, Aloe looks at the bronze almost hopefully, then blinks and sighs. She wouldn't interest a bronze. She
wouldn't really interest any, but especially not a bronze. Greens, on the other hand... There might be a bit of hope left as wistful
eyes turn to the lovers' green.

Janna runs her eyes appreciatively over the green dragonets perfectly colored form."Tamar" she silently urges it.

>From the Sands, "Bronze!" Kymra crows. "Another bronze!" Regarding him curiously for a moment, she turns her gaze, eyes
wide. "Only a few more eggs left..." she murmers, mainly to herself.

>From the Sands, Keissa hides, and peeks and yet can't take her eyes off the sands and that /one/.

>From the Sands, The Noble World Bronze Dragonet fans his wings, and flapflaps vigorously... about twice. Shards, that's
tiring! Nose in the air, he sniffs, seeking... where is the one who will mean the world to him?

>From the Sands, The Lusty Lovers Green Dragonet slinks forward finding her match hiding behind several other white bodies.
Come hither look pulls unresisting girl to her side.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf steps to the side for Kiessa

>From the Sands, Keissa looks up from the sands and crows. "Her name is Tellth."

>From the Sands, Kerpan finds his eyes wandering from green to bronze to green wondering which will find thier lifemate first?
He smiles nervously at those that are left standing with him wondering who will be left alone at the end of the day?

Odesa giggles, she will just stop worrying..period-

>From the Sands, Like a water vessel blown out of the celestial sky, the Sweeping Gust of Aquarius Egg shatters like pottery,
the life waters within gushing out onto the hot sands around it. Shards in all shades of blue, from prussian to periwinkle fly in all
directions, momentarily obscuring the appearance of the egg's occupant as the dragonet rises out of the broken remnants,
drying off in the hot breeze of the cavern.

The Curious Temperance Brown Dragonet

Brawny build of shapely musculature is softened by youthful tenderness. A rich mahogany from keel to tail, the color of his
lusterous hide matches the darkness of the shaded groves south of Boll. A warmth replensed in red and gold upon his frame
ripples up a proudly arched neck, then cools from broad forehead to the almost dainty nose; but the fire ignites once again in
the lively vibrancy of his jeweled eyes. Extending from his shoulders, a jutting cape of creamy attenuated wings spreads, with a
delicate suggestion of peacock tailfeathers dappling those narrow-width spars. Softness is contrasted by the steely glint of hard
talons, a flow of liquid blue upon each claw and outlining the lithe whipcord of tail curling behind.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf turns from the impressed K'iss and looks out over the sands.

>From the Sands, Arial smiles and mouths, "K'ss and Tellth." Suits the pair.

Janna stares incredulously at the Hatchling .

>From the Sands, K'iss leads Tellth off the sands.

>From the Sands, Kysha chuckles and murmurs, "Poor drudges." She waves to less than secretively K'ss.

>From the Sands, Tamar is laughing at the new lifemates green and rider, when she sees the brown come out. Her laughs
catches in a wondrous sigh.

Odesa chuckles, K'iss n Tellth... hmmm a pun?

>From the Sands, Protective Grotto of Taurus Egg wobbles suddenly, apparently not so stubborn now.

Karlin goes home.

>From the Sands, Karise wanders over to K'ss and Tellth, before she motions the pair to join the other weyrlings.

>From the Sands, The strong walls of the grotto quake and tremble, vines snapping and the light breaking into cracks and
rivulets. Finally the Protective Grotto of Taurus Egg's walls begin to crumble, toppling in upon themselves to reveal what they
have so long protected and hidden. Supple vines now crumble to the floor, carpeting the entrance of their most honored guest...

The Watchful High Priestess Green Dragonet

Shades of emerald and jade swirl across an elegant neck and delicately muscular shoulders, touched here and there by the pale
light of dawn as this dragon serenely surveys her surroundings. A calm, soothing air hangs about her, she sees all and knows all,
and her judgement is final. Purity, blended within all shades of green, flows around her from bright, silver-flecked headknobs to
creamy-mint belly. The balance of life, the earth and the heavens, flicker across her translucent wings in a never-ending dance.

Charlton chuckles at the last pairing.

>From the Sands, K'iss has disconnected.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf swallows. they hatch so fast!

Janna gazes at Impoosible with an egigmatic smile on her face. This one knows what he wants, all right.

>From the Sands, Kymra's mouth forms a grin at the newly Impressed pair, rolling the names around in her mouth. K'iss.
Tellth. Swivling, she watches, wide-eyed, as two new dragonets burst from their shells. "Lookit! Lookit!"

Caitlin smiles and sits back, relaxing now that there are not many more eggs to go, she scans the last remaining hopeful
candidates and smiles sympathetically, there are going to be sad hearts tonight.

>From the Sands, The Noble World Bronze Dragonet keeens loudly, thinking that maybe calling to The One will bring that one
to him. Don't have to work so hard.

>From the Sands, The Curious Temperance Brown Dragonet shivers his hide, ambling from the broken pottery ruins of his egg
while dripping the last remnants of the life fluids that had cradled him for so long. But now he is free, taking his first steps from
birth onto the path of Life.

>From the Sands, Aloe smiles faintly as the green chooses someone else. "K'iss, good for you."

She wriggles a toe into the hot sands before remembering the sands are hot. "Owie." She pouts down at her red toe and
wiggles a little.

>From the Sands, Tamar sidles up next to Hreth. "They do, they do. Just look at that bronze! And that brown! And the green!"

Janna wonders if she is /really/ seeing what she is seeing.

>From the Sands, Kerpan shifts from foot to foot, nerves strung taunt by the waiting and wondering....maybe, maybe
not....shards but this is hard!

T'sina gasps slightly at the latest to hatch. "She's beautiful, so calm.. I wonder who she'll pick. And that bronze certainly is
taking his sweet time." Her eyes dart from hatchling to hatchling.

>From the Sands, The Watchful High Priestess Green Dragonet shakes her head, pieces of shell off her head. There, that's
better. She scans the remainder of the white wave out there.

>From the Sands, Diony sucks a ragged breath, just letting it all wash over her, no attempt to digest the minutiae. "Somebody
bring me some water," she croons hoarsely, but grinning.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf smiles and mouths a welcome to the new green.

Odesa nods, that Green is Royal...

>From the Sands, Tamar watches this last group of dragonets with a wondrous expression, watching as they stumble across
the sands in search of their lifemates.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf smiles at Tamar "they are incredible"

Jessic rests her chin on the rail as she leans forward, silently urging hatchlings to chose.

>From the Sands, The Curious Temperance Brown Dragonet finds no reason to hurry, moderating his progression across the
sands with slow, careful steps. His eyes meander from one face to another, but finds nothing, leaving only disappointment in his
path while his heart yearns for that special someone out there still.

>From the Sands, Better? Well, a little. Aloe's toe stops wiggling as she sighs and resigns herself to waiting out the rest of the
eggs. "Water? Water in this heat would make steam." Steam? A nervous giggle escapes before she can hide it.

Jasmine materializes out of thin air.

Jasmine

A slinder female, she stands around 5' 7'' . Long, dark-auburn hair that reflects the golden light, reaches around her tiny waist.
Soft, ocean-blue eyes catch the softest rays of light, and dance as she looks at you.

She wears a sky blue silk shirt tucked into pants of the same color. She wears shoes of a brown color. She has a blue
bandanna that her hair is tied back with to keep her hair from getting in the way of her work and chores..

She is awake and looks alert.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf isn't shifting anymore, he calmly turns and just watches the dragonnets

Janna smiles as she sees that, yes, indeed, the bronze /was/still there.

>From the Sands, Mina just watches, a blissful smile placed on her lips and one arm around her lifemate. Her perfectly
wonderful lifemate.

Melliandra sends Alleever winging off her shoulder.

Melliandra goes home.

Phyn chants softly as he watches the sands, "Come on, Tamar."

>From the Sands, Diony flicks an imagined drip from her forehead at Aloe, smiling weakly. Does it steam? Wintry eyes follow
the curious brown's unhurried path.

>From the Sands, The Noble World Bronze Dragonet pauses by a group of young men, most of them are mere boys.
But...Ooo, what's this?

>From the Sands, Kymra takes up the plaintive cry. "Water. Water would sure be nice..." she trails off, wistful. She could pour
it over her scorching feet. What a concept. Peering at the remaining dragonets, she bites her lower lip, hoping.

>From the Sands, He has found The One, he who means the World to him. Bronze head raises proudly as he bugles...
probably into Kerpan's ear... you don't use them, do you?

Janna holds her breath, watching the bronze.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf smiles at the Bronze.

>From the Sands, Tamar continues to mince her feet. "Thought these sandles were thicker," she mutters. Then watches as the
bronze makes his choice. "Kerpan! That's wonderful! Congratulations!"

Odesa's eyes nearly pop, "Kerpan?" she cheers happily.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf gives kerpan the thumbs up.

>From the Sands, Arial jumps up as Kerpan Impresses. "Oh Kerpan, a bronze!"

Caitlin shifts Johanna to a slightly more comfortable position on her knees and glances around her, one eye on the sands, the
other watching the people around her, watching and noting.

>From the Sands, Kerpan stops in mid shuffle and stares for a moment..."Who me? Korinth?" he shakes and falls to his knees
hugging the bronze hide, "Korinth what a great name!!!"

Janna says, "Kerpan?"

Tenneba claps. Kerpan and a Bronze.

>From the Sands, Kysha beams and waves to Kerpan.

>From the Sands, The Watchful High Priestess Green Dragonet croons, looking at the dwindling numbers. A scent in the air
catches her attention, her head rises as she sniffs.

>From the Sands, "Congratulations, Kerpan!" Mina calls out from the sides. "Korinth!? What a wonderful name!"

Phyn watches the green, hoping for his friend.

Nettik leans over just a bit farther, so many taken....

>From the Sands, Like a green mist, the Watchful High Priestess Green Dragonet nears a small shy girl, peering closely at
Aloe. Hello?

>From the Sands, "Korinth! K'pan?" Diony just beams. "I wish Nehyn could be hear to see this..."

>From the Sands, Kymra grins, calling her congratulations over to the newly Impressed.

"Kerpan! Wunnerful!" Turning, she beams over towards Aloe. "Congrats, Aloe!"

>From the Sands, Tamar laughs as Aloe has finally found her lifemate. "Oh Aloe! How wonderful for you!"

>From the Sands, The Curious Temperance Brown Dragonet approaches steadily, heavy footfalls spilling sand behind him as
he increases his steps, lurching towards the remaining Candidates. He wails in disappointment as he knocks down one startled
boy, looking into his face briefly then leaving him in frustration. Unharmed the boy brushes tears from his eyes in
disappointment, only to be consoled by the whirling regard of another brown dragonet following close behind.

>From the Sands, Mina has disconnected.

>From the Sands, Diony has disconnected.

Odesa gasps at the toppled boy.

>From the Sands, Tamar ohs softly as she watches the brown stumble along.

>From the Sands, Aloe blinks slowly and forgets about her toes finally. "Lanolinth....oh my...." She drops to her knees and
embraces the green, shyness fading along with the disbelief.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf watches the Curious temperance. "Careful..." he smiles at the brown

Tadd has disconnected.

>From the Sands, Kymra peers at the remaining brown, sighing. Poor thing. Can't find his partner. "Don't give up," she
murmers quietly, not directing her plea to anyone in particular.

Janna sniggers.

>From the Sands, K'pan moves over to the side of the sands hugging Korinth and holding a whispered conversation with him
all the way!

Odesa eyes Hreth.

Tenneba looks at her friends on the sands, and can hardly breathe.

>From the Sands, Tamar nibbles on her lower lip as she watches the brown, hoping he won't hurt himself.

>From the Sands, The Curious Temperance Brown Dragonet noses curiously about, whuffling from person to person, certainly
making a few Candidates jump as robes fly up here and there.

D'karon materializes out of thin air.

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf watches the brown. Smiling

>From the Sands, Kymra giggles slightly, sticking her tongue out at a certain boy, one of the skittish Candidates playing
LeapWherry.

>From the Sands, Dorvath warbles to the brown.

Jasmine has disconnected.

Phyn looks down on the last hatchling and hopes for his friends.

Jessic curls her fingers watching the hatching as it draws to a close, lips moving silently she wishes luck for the remaining
candidates.

>From the Sands, Aloe beams happily and starts chattering at poor Lanolith, but allows herself and the young green to be
guided to the side. "Oh, I know you're hungry and they've got all this wonderful food just for you and you are so pretty and
aren't the sands /waaaay/ too hot. I mean, maybe you need sandles like me. No? But.." Giggle.

Odesa sighs, not enough eggs....

>From the Sands, Tamar chuckles as a few of her friends jump at the dragonet's whuffling.

Charlton continues to watch intently, frowning as he tries to commit names and honorifics and dragons' colors to memory. It all
goes in the records.

>From the Sands, T'vos continues assisting Weyrlings and their mates to the side of the sands, making sure they are unharmed
and out of the way.

>From the Sands, The Curious Temperance Brown Dragonet shies away from the indignant shrieks that accompany his
curiousity-killed-the-cat type explorations, backing away hastily with fanning wings despite the hasty apologies from the ruffled
Candidates. He scurries off in a bound, snagging a toe the still too long trailing pinions and he howls in surprise.

Rowena sits quietly among the harpers eyes straight ahead, so quiet for Row. Is she caught up in memories of her own day or is
there another reason for her silence?

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf rushes over stooping a bit to help the dragonnet if he needs it. He stops a foot or two away...as
not to spook the new creature

Odesa cries in dismay at the poor dragonette...poor little toe...

>From the Sands, Tamar ohs in surprise! "Is he okay?" She looks around at the other candidates and riders, wondering if the
brown hurt himself.

>From the Sands, Kymra's eyes widen, horrified. "Poor thing!" she cries, bobbing on her burning toes in anxiety, biting on her
lip to keep from rushing to the rescue. "Is he hurt? Will he be all right?"

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf crouches down. "Easy and slow.... " he offers a hand to help the flit regain his footing

Nettik catches her breath. "Poor thing. "

>From the Sands, Tamar has disconnected.

>From the Sands, Korinth lowers his head and whuffles his newfound lifemate, causing a warm breeze to blow across K'pan's
bald head.

>From the Sands, Tamar has connected.

>From the Sands, Still nursing the flash of pain, the first he's ever felt, The Curious Temperance Brown Dragonet looks around
woefully. An expression that suddenly changes into relief and adoration as he springs up, ever so careful not to trip again and
bounds through surrounding Candidates over to Tamar, wrapping his chubby body around the ex-healer with croons of joy.

Catasothra closes his eyes and claps silently.

Odesa cries happily for Tamar, she can't really speak she just cries.

Tenneba stands up and shrieks, forgetting herself entirely. "Hurray, Tamar!"

Janna says, "Tamar! YES!!!"

Torin finally manages to unclench her fingers from the rail. She claps Rowena on the shoulder once more and says in a very
soft, rather sad voice, "Congratulations...Tell Caz goodbye for me, please."

>From the Sands, Ysavoth nudges Kysha and sends her short colorful hair whiping about her face with a gentle puff.

Torin descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

>From the Sands, K'pan looks up from conversing with Korinth and smiles as Tamar impresses...."Woohoo Tamar!"

Tenneba blushes as she realizes that she is standing and sits with a thump.

Nettik says, "Tamar impressed!""

Jessic cheers in relief for Tam, with wide-eyes she watches for more movement from the shards of eggs, looking for anymore to
hatch.

Phyn shakes a little as he lets out a deep breath. "Yeah, Tamar!" he yells and smiles at Tenneba.

Sorsha materializes out of thin air.

>From the Sands, Arial smiles at Tamar's Impression. "Oh Tam! Congrats!"

"Tamar? Tamar!" T'sina's voice joins in with the other happy shouts. "A brown.. Congratulations Tam!" She grins over at
Tenneba.

Caitlin smiles and almost stands up as the last dragonnet impresses, but remembers herself in time and what she holds in her
arms, instead she claps and glances at all the pairs standing on the side.

Sorsha says, "how many are left?"

Odesa sighs, any left... she can't be sure.

Tenneba looks around. Are there no more Dragonets? No more eggs?

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf steps to the side and watches the creature go. He smiles for his friend Tamar.

>From the Sands, Kysha beams brightly at Tamar with a grin.

Sorsha says, "hi, any Dragonets left to hatch?"

>From the Sands, Aloe pauses in her ramble to blink. Oh, Tamar Impressed too! "Isn't it wonderful, Tamar? To have someone
to love and hold and ride and fly an... What? Oh..." She smiles sheepishly as Lanolith politely requests less talk and more food.

>From the Sands, Tamar blinks in astonishment, held in breath escaping in an excited whoosh. "Oh! Timoth! You are a
darling!"

Jaylen has connected.

Ieryne relaxes her shoulder as Venus wings away.

Ieryne gets a distant look on her face and grabs for a piece of paper and a pencil to take a note.

>From the Sands, K'pan hugs Kor again and then a moment of sadness for those who have failed to impress this day....he
cannot imagine what it would be like if he'd not impressed Kor!

>From the Sands, Karise wanders over to the last weyrling pair, murmuring, "Tamar? Can you and Timoth follow me? We'll
get you all set up."

>From the Sands, Zivath sighs wistfully as the last of her young have left all their shells broken. Oh well... Gee. She's hungry.

>From the Sands, Sabria wipes at her dampened forehead, smiling as the last are paired away.

Tenneba looks around, realization dawning that her other friend is still on the sands, dragonless. She sighs, hurting for him.

Odesa sighs...the last one.

Jessic's shoulders slump slightly as she views those left standing on the sands, "Well, you made it a good day for Hrethwulf."
she leans over and whispers to the masters.

>From the Sands, Zyelth snuffles Arial's hair, liking its orange colors. Arial perks up hearing Tamar's dragon's name. "Timoth,
what a wonderful -- no, not as wonderful as yours Zyelth."

S'ya goes home.

Sorsha says, "hello, you must be Master Harper Charlton, I am Sorsha."

>From the Sands, Kymra has disconnected.

>From the Sands, Kymra has connected.

Phyn looks down at the sands, looking a little sad and turns slightly.

Peyton has connected.

Kestrel sighs a little as she nods to Jessic, "I do hope it is some consolation for him..." is all she can manage to say in light of the
disappointment he still must be feeling.

Charlton looks away from the sands at last to smile tiredly at the girl. "Hello, Sorsha. Yes, I'm Master Charlton."

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf steps back to the line he bows to Zivath and Dorvath.

>From the Sands, Tamar is laughing in sheer delight, stroking his beautiful brown hide and sighing in utter amazement. "Yes,
you are," she murmurs to him a wondrous smile on her face.

Sorsha sighs, having missed even the last Impressing, is very sad.

Ieryne finishes scrawling the note, once again paying attention to what's going on.

Ieryne whistles melodically, and Venus flies to her shoulder.

Ieryne goes home.

Jaylen squeezes her weyrmate's hand. "Well...shall we go back to the Weyr, my love?"

W'rnik smiles at his weyrmate. "That sounds like a good idea."

>From the Sands, Zivath fans her wings. Oh, feels go /good/... And she is /starved/.

>From the Sands, Dorvath croons happily to all the new dragons and their lifemates

Sorsha says, "I was wondering if we could talk somewhere privately?"

>From the Sands, Zivath hunches down and vaults into the sky.

W'rnik steps out onto the ledge, and looks down at the sands.

Jaylen steps out onto the ledge, and looks down at the sands.

>From the Sands, Dorvath hunches down and vaults into the sky.

>From the Sands, Timoth warbles rather plaintively.

Charlton looks around at the crowds, beginning to mill now that the excitement is over. "No, I'm sorry, now right now. I
promised Lady Sophia we'd celebrate together."

>From the Sands, Ysavoth looks about.

>From the Sands, Karise nods as she motions to the weyrlings. "Alright.... everyone follow me?" She moves, heading down a
shadowy tunnel nearby.

Peyton goes home.

>From the Sands, Karise leaves to the Barracks.

>From the Sands, T'vos smiles, and heads over toward some of the newer weyrlings and dragons, to help them out. He falls
into the last of the group, to make sure that everyone keeps up and follows Karise.

>From the Sands, Asarith leaves to the Barracks.

Odesa looks at T'sina and her Healer friends, "Well that was quite an exciting hatching... for a while there I could have sworn
Tam..." she shakes her head, "I thought it would be frantic but not this frantic..."

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf stands stiffchinned, nobly. as he looks to Sabria and Karise for orders

>From the Sands, C'zar leaves to the Barracks.

Rowena blinks as she realizes it's all over. "Lady Sophia, Master Charl, f ya'll bot 'scusem me."

>From the Sands, Lanolinth croons and trots after Aloe.

>From the Sands, Korinth leaves to the Barracks.

>From the Sands, Zyelth leaves to the Barracks.

>From the Sands, K'pan leaves to the Barracks.

>From the Sands, Arial leaves to the Barracks.

>From the Sands, Aloe leaves to the Barracks.

>From the Sands, Lanolinth leaves to the Barracks.

>From the Sands, Kymra digs a toe into the Sands, smiling over towards the departing Weyrlings. "Congratulations, " she
murmers softly, for the final time.

>From the Sands, Ysavoth leaves to the Barracks.

>From the Sands, Kysha leaves to the Barracks.

Nettik disappears suddenly for parts unknown.

Phyn looks down at the ground and sighs, then looks up, "Well I am going to be busy here soon." he says softly to himself.

>From the Sands, Elisandra smiles to those left on the sands. "Come on... I'm sure you're thirsty," she says.

>From the Sands, Sabria leaves to the Barracks.

Caitlin smiles and stands and waves at Hrethwulf, not sure if he will see her but she does it just the same, she leads Johanna
over to other Harpers and smiles "Wonderful event as always don't you think Kestrel"

Kalanthe stirs, elbows bruised from their time on the rail as she turns towards the hatching-goers. "Show's over!" but from the
grin on her face, she's not displeased, "We've food and drink in the main caverns if people like."

Phyn blushes as he remembers something. He says sofmething softly.

Jessic stands and starts to follow the masters to the party uncertainly.

Sorsha says, "I think I will enjoy the food. How 'bout you, Master Charlton?"

>From the Sands, S'lan smiles to Elisandra and motions toward the entrance and a glass of wine

Jessic descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

Catasothra stands, filled with renewed strength.

T'sina grins, blinks, and shakes her head before she can concentrate on Odesa's words. "A brown... She did wonderful."
Hands are brought together and rubbed briefly. "Now it's time for the food."

Janna disappears suddenly for parts unknown.

>From the Sands, Kymra goes home.

Kestrel grins up at Caitlin, "As always..." her smile fades a little, "I hope Hreth isn't too disappointed though. I believe there'll be
festivities in the Living Cavern now. Feel up to some food and drink?" she asks Cait.

Odesa turns to Cata, "Shall we all descend and get some food?"

Charlton nods, "Yes, it should be quite a celebration."

Catasothra nods, actually smiling.

Sorsha disappears suddenly for parts unknown.

>From the Sands, Tamar leaves to the Barracks.

>From the Sands, Timoth leaves to the Barracks.

Caitlin smiles and nods "It would be fun, and yes porr Hreth but he is always needed at the hall anyway, we couldn't afford to
lose a prospective craftsman such as he is." She smiles at Kestrel "Yes lets find something to drink" SHe winks.

Sophia goes home.

Odesa heads down through the hall to find some food.

T'sina descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

Rowena descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

>From the Sands, S'lan leaves to the Entrance.

Catasothra descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

Kestrel laughs and stands to go with Caitlin.

Charlton agrees. "Yes, it will be good to keep him with us for a time." And he moves quickly to follow Sophia.

Charlton goes home.

Odesa descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

Arilynne descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

Caitlin descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

Kestrel descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

Phyn sits nervously as if waiting for something.

Priscila descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.

>From the Sands, T'vos leaves to the Entrance.

>From the Sands, Elisandra disappears suddenly for parts unknown.

Kalanthe heads towards the stairs, calling back to Sirikith--"You can find your own way home!"

>From the Sands, Hrethwulf goes home.

Kalanthe descends the stairs towards the Ground's entrance.