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- "It's over," S'kar says with a happy sigh. -- S'kar & ºRaskithº, 01:27:18 12/24/01 Mon
ºYes,º he dragon agrees, then adds, ºAnd I was right! There were enough Canidates, and they all Impressed!º
"That there were," S'kar agrees. Grinning at his friend, he slapos the dragon lightly on the shoulder. "Should we go to this Hatching Feast everyone's talking about?"
ºOkay,º Raskith says happily, his eyes whirling emerald green. His rider leading the way, the blue and the boy make there way off the sands.
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- OOC -- Igen, 01:37:02 12/23/01 Sun
Yep, Hatching's over. Hatching Feast is held in Igen Weyr, and R'ven and Sl'th still haven't replied to their Impression posts. =^_^= Just trying to be helpful.
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- ...Hatching Ends... -- S'sha and Kylith, 18:47:57 12/22/01 Sat
*As her last daughter hatches and finds her human counterpart, the Igen senior queen throws back her snout and lets out a warbling cry. S'sha, expecting this, covers her ears tightly, still grinning with remembered joy at the last Impression. Unfurling her broad pinions with a snap, Kylith lunges into the air and out of the Grounds, headed for the Bowl to satiate her raging hunger pangs. Her rider laughs lightly at her queen's grumpy tone, which turns quickly smug as she adds, I told you there would be enough Candidates. "Of course," she murmurs, though her dragon is well out of hearing range. "Come T'ren! The Hatching feast will be ready by now, and we have several new riders to meet." Tossing her weyrmate a charming grin, S'sha jogs out of the Grounds, having sat still far too long to calmly leave. Before she can get too far, however, she spins and cups her hands around her mouth. "GINNY! You're welcome to the Feast, as well!" Saluting her friend, she takes off in a dead run, enjoying the freedom of movement on firm ground, as opposed to the shifting Sands.*
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- ~*~ -- T'ren~Jeneth, 20:30:53 12/22/01 Sat
- *The very last, small, mottled egg begins to move, and Kylith's bugle almost sounds relieved.* -- Rettath, 18:41:59 12/22/01 Sat
*Having been still and very small, no matter for what the color inside, the egg had almost seemed like it wouldn't hatch. Now, however, as it begins rocking vigorously, the gold's proud trumpet reverberates across the Sands, welcoming the last hatchling and also signifying an end to the Hatching. A green talon is thrust through the shell, causing the rest of the brittle material to shatter easily, most sticking onto the dragonet's slender wings. Seeming confused, the green braces herself up, and creels plaintively, eyes shut as she warbles to the empty air. Kylith's maternal crooning urges her forward, eyes still closed, before the little hatchling opens her jewel-like orbs to look around her. A shining blue-green, tinged with red, gaze falls upon Nikki. Latest, but nevertheless needed. It only takes a few clumsy steps to reach her partner, and in a tone of absolute devotion, the little greens speaks. I am Rettath, Nikki. You Impress me. I'm really hungry. She croons, nudging her lifemate's hand gently.*
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- Green.... -- Nikki & Rettath, 22:13:47 12/22/01 Sat
- Enter, Green Eyes. -- Nikki, 15:57:15 12/22/01 Sat
The tall female candidate ran in, like many others before her, late. She noted the two eggs left upon the sands, and worry brimmed in her heart. Would she still be able to Impress?
She had heard that her cousin would be here, and she looked around, frowning. She did not see the blue haried girl in the bleachers or anything. She must not have shown up.
Nikki wiped her palind forehead, looking around desperately.
She really wanted to Impress! Any color would do for her. She had been hoping to get a queen, but seeing the remains of the shells on the sands, she knew she was too late for one. She scratched her neck nervously, the itchy cloth of the Candidate outfit getting to her.
Was there any left for her? Any whatsoever? She frowned. Probably not. She looked at the two remaining eggs. She wondered if it was impossible for her to Impress, if she should just turn back now.
Nah. Angele would scorn her for that. Blue haired freak. What was with her cousin and the color blue anyway? It was annoying.
She rather fancied the color green herself, but, again, she liked most colors.
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- The boy and his dragon enter the sands. -- S'kar & ºRaskithº, 15:40:39 12/22/01 Sat
ºI was right! Three eggs left.º The blue raises his head proudly.
·But only two Canidates, that I can see....· S'kar sounds worried as he looks around the sands. ·If one Hatched without a human to go to, it could die!· he confides in his dragon.
Raskith croons gently and reassuringly to his lifemate. ºIt will be all right, S'kar. Someone will come.º
·I hope you're right.· S'kar pats his dragon's neck.
ºI am right!º Raskith declares, rubbing his head against his rider and sending the small boy tumbling into the sand. ºYou will see.º
·Of course,· S'kar responds, bouyed up by his dragon's confidence. He scrambles to his feet and leans against the large blue's neck, looking around. ·And we'll be here to see them Impress!·
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- *One of the remaining two eggs begin rocking, this one of the smaller of the clutch.* -- Massath, 15:38:07 12/22/01 Sat
*Kylith's almost-familiar bugle ricochets through the area, louder than usual. The shell cracks, pieces falling away and still giving no hint to the dragonet within. After a moment, a final lash from the hatchling's tail clears away the rest of the shards, and a green stumbles forward, rather large for her colour. Creeling, she tosses her dainty muzzle, faceted eyes searching for the one who would never leave her side. Talons scrabbling in the warm, now-wet grains and wings flapping slowly, her whirling vision locks onto her chosen one - Riven. She pushes herself into a half-gallop, managing not to trip, before ramming the boy's stomach with her snout, wings spread to keep from falling herself. R'ven! My name is Massath, you Impress me! I really need some food. Crooning affectionately, she nudges the young man again, love, devotion, and pride in her tone and eyes.*
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- *A far larger egg begins cracking, the ripping sound audible across the quiet Sands.* -- Nahoth, 15:30:03 12/22/01 Sat
*This egg, too, seems to be more plain than mottled, only a few patches of faintly discoloured ivory evident on the white shell. Quickly, as though the dragonet inside were in a hurry, the fragile egg shatters, leaving a lump of clumsy hatchling sprawled in the sand. The bronze staggers upright, bumping into Kalerren, who had been right there as he hatched. A surprised creel erupts from the dragonet as he locks gazes with his chosen partner. I am Nahoth. You Impress me. I want food. Now. He head-butts the boy, eyes whirling with tender devotion, playfulness, and most prominently, hunger.*
((You have a choice in yer name, ooh. You can have it be K'lerren, or K'ren. It's up to you.))
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- ~*~ -- K'lerren, 16:11:13 12/22/01 Sat
- ~>~ -- Kalya~Layath, 10:51:57 12/22/01 Sat
Layath and Kalya walked into the grounds of the Hatching Sands, and Kalya grabbed some of the still-hot sand from the ground of the Hatching room, and piled it around her unhatched blue egg, setting it on the ground next to her slippers so that it wouldn't dirty up the pretty dress she'd found.
Kalya waved over her friends, Channa, Wessae (if she still wasn't asleep with her queen), Caen and Maisath, and A'rak and Kadoth. Kalya had grabbed some small fish filets from the Table on her way here, to feed Caeruleus when he hatched.
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- The young man of about 19 turns walks onto the sands... -- Kalerren, 04:54:23 12/22/01 Sat
His wiry brown hair framing his tanned face, he walks up to the weyrleaders, a smile on his face. "Greetings, S'sha, T'ren. I hope I have not arrived here too late..." He turns to Jeneth and Kylith, and bows formally. "And to you too, Kylith and Jeneth. Your children are magnificent. As well they should be, coming from such magnificent parents." Deciding it would likely be best for him to join the few remaining candidates, he walks onto the sands, the heat penetrating easily through the thin soles of his sandals. The white candidates robe billowing around him, he looks about at the scene around him, then looks briefly down at his hands. Hard, calloused herder hands, from working in the hills with his fathers beasts. The thin scar running down his thigh told tale of a semi-disastrous occurance, dealing with himself as a young lad and a wounded bull which he had been trying to remove back to the central buildings in order for it to be inspected by a healer who was stationed nearby who, luckily, had known a great deal about such matters. The bull, not liking the additional pain caused by the movement in the least, had severely savaged Kalerren's leg. Luckily for him, with great assistence from the healer, all had been healed but for the scar and an occaisional pain that shot through his knee whenever his heart-rate rose too greatly.
Returning his attention to the hatching occuring about him, he watches in awe as first one queen hatches, then... ANOTHER?!?!? By the sharding Red Star... As well he knew, that had never occurred in the history of Pern! If he didn't impress, this would surely be a marvel to tell tales of to his descendents... If he ever had any. His family was wholly committed to marrying him off to some fertile young thing, then passing the land and the family trade on to him and leaving it at that. But Kalerren... No, he wanted to DO something. To make a difference. And that wasn't going to happen by being locked up in the hills tending after scrubby walking hearthrugs.
A flash of bronze catches his eye, and he looks up, to see Jeneth. The regal bronze seems to pull at his heart, and he knew then, more than ever before, that he wanted to be a dragonrider. If he didn't impress here, on these sands, today, he would travel from Weyr to Weyr until, at last, he did.
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- "Channa?" -- A'rak, 00:39:11 12/22/01 Sat
Rushing hurriedly back onto the Sands, his eyes sweep the surroundings for the girl with the deeply blue dragonet. Kadoth sighs and takes hold of the haversack containing the breakable items before the distracted boy can drop it.
I think she's still around.
"Where else would she be?" He asks inquiringly, gaze flickering to his bronze.
Don't ask me, I wouldn't know. The dragonet rustles his wings, the equivalent to a non-commital shrug.
"Well, I hope she's here, because this is definitely for her."
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- OOC -- Igen, 23:44:00 12/21/01 Fri
*shoots a smug look after Kalya and Wessae* Told you they'd be pleased. *grin* Okay, we have three eggs left, and I think they can wait for tomorrow. If you can, rustle up a few Candidates for those three, okay? I don't want to prolong the Hatching feast! Let's see... 2 queens, 5 bronzes, 3 browns, 7 blues, 6 greens. Not bad! Now, everyone get some sleep. Just a note, T'warn, W'st, and Sl'th haven't replied to their Impression posts. *G* Hey, male Candidates, I'm trying to rack up a few guy greenriders... I have two new ones (if Sl'th doesn't hate greens and just never reply, which is what I fear) and three old ones, one of which is active (loyal T'yin). So please, people, if you come in as a guy who wouldn't mind getting a green, put a note to that effect in the post, so I don't feel bad. *grins and waves* G'night everyone! Dream of dragons, and drink two cups of klah (which has no alcohol, by the by, more like a cinnamon coffee) in the morning!
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- A tall, strong youth strides onto the sands. -- Riven, 23:13:54 12/21/01 Fri
He brushes back blond hair, and surveys the three remaining eggs with stormy grey eyes. He feels a momentary pang as he realizes just how late he is. Then he shakes the feeling off. With any luck, one of those eggs is meant for him. If not... well, there will be other Impressions. One thing, though, is certain; Riven is bound and determined to one day Impress a dragon. The mute boy smiles, remembering his older sister's words: You don't need a voice to talk to a dragon. Of course, that isn't the only reason he wants to be a dragonrider; ever since he was young, he has admired Pern's protectors, and their magnificent beasts. He steps forward, bowing towards the Weyrlady and her dragon. Approaching the eggs, he stares at their mottled shells in awe. Resolve crystalizes within him; he, voiceless Riven, will become a dragonrider!
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- *Another small egg begins moving.* -- Eyath, 22:49:56 12/21/01 Fri
*As it rocks back and forth, seemingly in no hurry to hatch, the Igen queen -senior queen, now- swept her whirling gaze across the remnants of her clutch. After this egg hatches, there will be three left. Hunger strikes the gold, and she can almost look forward to the last egg hatching with relief. As the mottled shell begins to crack from sheer momentum, a blue talon is freed to prop the egg up against the sand. It only takes a second for a thrashing dragonet to energetically break away from his shell. Creeling, the small blue wanders forward before spotting Tawarn. The attachment is evident as the dragonet catapults himself into the boy, wings flapping in effort to not trip or lose his balance. My name is Eyath, T'warn! You Impress me! And By my own Egg am I hungry! The blue has a playful sense of humour, even at this age, and more energy than most.*
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- **The candidate steps out on the Sands, sun beating down** (Hehe...giving ya some help S'sha.) -- Tawarn, 22:36:42 12/21/01 Fri
**He hold his hand above gray eyes, blocking the sun as he surveys what is left of the eggs. He looks vaguely suprised at the TWO queen's, and takes a quick step back before walking forward again. Bowing to the Queen, as well as to the Weyrlady, he turns to the eggs, a slight smile stretched across his features. He glances at the small group of dragonets and their bonded, (Taking a term from Antra..) eyes traveling from bronze, to green, to blue, then up at the humans themselves, then finally resting on the eggs again**
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- *As though to shake everyone from their shock, a large, mottled egg begins moving.* -- Yimoth, 22:05:54 12/21/01 Fri
*Quickly enough, the egg shatters, for as the Hatching goes on, the shells which had hardened become more brittle, making it easier for slower dragonets to break free. Creeling, the bronze stumbles forwards, muzzle swerving rapidly to search out his lifemate. He finds him when he sights West, and rambles forward as quickly as his youth allows him. Head-butting the boy, he speaks in loving tones. My name is Yimoth, W'st. You Impress me, and you're going to feed me too. The bronze is of average size of his color, and very robust, impatiently watching his chosen human with whirling orbs.*
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- Awe -- W'st ~ Yimoth, 09:27:03 12/22/01 Sat
- Better late then Never? -- West, 21:54:05 12/21/01 Fri
He runs in, legs pumping furiously, not having time to change into the traditional white robes of a Candidate. The heat slows his movements, and yet he continues pressing onward, shifting his weight in the thin sandals, determined to impress, he pulled at his shirt, already sweating, his eyes go wide as he witnesses the last two impressions upon the Sands, two queens...
He stood amazed, not knowing much about dragons, having grown up as far away from them as possible so it seemed, but nevertheless, he still knew, that two Golds in a clutch, must be rare from the expression upon the Weyrwoman's features. He stood now in the circle that had once been a ring of candidates, and gazed at the remaining eggs, be there any and took in a deep breath.
He had come here on his own accord, he had chose, his family had agreed, waving him off with grinning faces, the younger ones staring awed, but they had no reason to be in awe. He had done nothing to deserve their waves and cheers, their support, and soon, he was sure, soon, he would be the one in awe, perhaps of a mighty beast?
He smiled and looked around, seeing none to talk to and then with yet another grin, wiped his hands on his shirt, and touched a cracked eggshell, gently as if a breath may have withered it. Then returned his gaze to the clutch that grew smaller one hatchling at a time.
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- *Mere seconds after Layath emerges from her shell, the larger-than-bronze egg moves, it's plain ivory shell cracking.* -- Shrineth, 21:22:22 12/21/01 Fri
*Kylith's whirling gaze snaps onto this egg, and she throws back her head and bugles, putting forth her entire being in the deafening sound. S'sha covers her ears, startled, and looks at her queen. It is time. Now you will see what this egg holds for Igen Weyr. The Weyrlady bites her lip, imploring fate to let it be a healthy dragon, no matter what the color - despite the fact the only unchosen Candidate left on the Sands was a girl. No, a young woman. Feeling her heart start pounding again, gold dragon and rider lock their watchful eyes onto the ivory, exceedingly large, egg as it continues cracking silently, an obvious contrast to Kylith's blast of sound.*
*This egg, this slowly moving egg, is far larger than any bronze egg, yet smaller than the queen egg that recently hatched. Perhaps inspired by its sister's success, more cracks appear to trace patterns on the dully gleaming shell. Then, all at once, the egg spins halfway around and begins to flop onto its side. Apparently the dragonet inside resists this change of movement, and the brittle shell shatters, revealing a dripping wet dragonet. For a moment, color cannot be determined, or perhaps eyes simply not believed, but as Kylith lets out another triumphant bugle, the fact, the miracle, is apparent - it is another gold dragon! S'sha staggers back, shocked, and sinks into a sitting position before she can fall over. Kylith... two... KYLITH! The queen croons smugly, both to her rider and her daughter. However, the differences in this second gold is obvious. She is smaller than her sister, and though her hide is as brightly colored, her features are far more delicate and refined. Flapping pinions, she raises a wedge-shaped muzzle and creels, jewel-like eyes whirling with hunger and a strange missing part. The dragonet sets out to find this odd missing part, and immediately heads for Wessae. With a joyous croon, she head-butts the slender woman, summer-blue gaze locking with one the color of winter orchids. I am Shrineth, Wessae. You Impress me. She folds her wings, shards still sticking wetly to the dainty pinions. Absolute love and devotion colors her mental tone, seeming so familiar to her chosen one. I am hungry. Can you feed me soon? The underlying pride seems to show that this little queen knows inherently that she is very special.*
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- *At last, the much-awaited movement of the queen egg!* -- Layath, 21:21:14 12/21/01 Fri
*Kylith, seeing the gleaming golden egg stir between her forearms, croons reluctantly and rises, revealing the oddly large egg behind her. As she steps back to allow the few Candidates left to approach the queen egg, she noses the other egg forward, to within a meter of its sister-egg. Then, all focus settles on the furiously moving golden egg.*
*Healthy and large, the egg seems determined to keep the golden treasure inside for a while longer, for no cracks trace the glimmering shell. However, the dragonet within has other plans, and a finely sculpted muzzle is thrust through the shell. The jaws open a little and emit a creel, as musical as any note strummed on a Harper's instrument. Then, a tail shatters the rest of the shell, sending shards scattering into the sand. Before everyone's eyes stands a proud golden hatchling, her stance regal and her eyes whirling rapidly. Kylith croons to her daughter, pride in the brassy voice, and the little queen replies in a sweet creel. Hunger and intent bring her faceted gaze back to the Sands, and she immediately spots the two girls left. Careful not to stumble, the little gold steps towards them, her wings upraised to help dry. Hide wet, as all dragonets' hides, and shards of her golden shell clinging to her, nonetheless this hatchling's beauty is a mirror image of her mother's, and she promises to be a large queen indeed. She halts, a few meters from the two girls, gazing on each of them. Kylith's short, brassy trumpet seems to encourage her daughter to choose one, and the shining gold dragon heads for Kalya. Reaching her, she nudges the girl's shoulder, at eye level with her chosen human. My name is Layath, Kalya. You Impress me. A sudden rumble from the queen's stomach reminds her, and her eyes whirl redly. And I'm starving! She croons, already immensely attached to this girl in white.*
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- *Another mottled shell cracks, splintering rapidly.* -- Tuath, 20:58:01 12/21/01 Fri
*Rapidly, the dragonet within smashes the now-brittle shell, pushing through with head ducked to avoid the flying shards. Raising a wedge-shaped muzzle, the brown trumpets, a strong sound for such a young dragon. Easily sighting the one with whom he'd share his life from this moment on, the hatchling gallops forward, clumsily but not tripping, and like so many before him, gathers enough speed to head-butt Corin and knock the young boy down. Tripping, he flaps his wings and lands heavily in the sand next to his lifemate, before craning his neck and matching gazes. C'rin, my name is Tuath. I am yours, as you are mine now. His mental tone is simply suffused with adoration for his human partner, and he croons, eyes whirling slowly.*
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- Shy... -- Corin, 20:37:43 12/21/01 Fri
The Albino boy enters, sorry he missed so many of the Hatchings. He had trouble along the way, but he had gotten to the Hatching, as promised. His white robe itched, and he began to scratch at his neck absently. There were so many people here...the shy young boy smiled to each of the other candidates, a silent word of luck he sent to each of them.
He did hope he Impressed, but, of course, he noticed only a handful of eggs left, and he was very doubtful that one held his lifemate. Even so, if this should be the case, he could only shrug and smile, and try again next clutch.
Corin did wish that he got a Hatchling though. He didn't care what color. Color meant little to him. The color of eyes, hair or skin meant only that to him. A variety. It was too bad that some people could not think beyond the word, when judging another person.
He stood on the sands, bouncing from foot to foot quietly, avoiding eye contact with the others. The 14 and a half year old was so very shy, it was hard for him to talk with people...
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- (OOC- Darn it! I'm gonna have to go for a little while. I'll be back in, say, 10 minutes. *pouts, as she doesn't want to miss the Impressions of Wessae and Kalya) -- Caen, 20:30:09 12/21/01 Fri
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- *Another small, mottled egg begins to rock slowly.* -- Tillath, 19:56:33 12/21/01 Fri
*After a few moments, a small green talon breaks through the abnormally tough shell, the digits flexing and wet claws scrabbling against the outside, trying to get free. Kylith's bugle blasts through the fairly quiet atmosphere again, loudly bolstering the hatchling within. The shell bulges unnaturally, and a muzzle breaks through, sticking almost straight up. Another talon emerges, and with a few valiant shakes, the green dragonet stumbles out. Creeling, she shakes her head, as though dizzied by the sudden wave of brilliant light and colors as she first opens whirling blue eyes. Crooning oddly, she spots one whom she will call her own for the rest of her life - Slyth. Pushing her ungainly form into a clumsy run, she reaches the boy quickly and nudges his hand. My name is Tillath, Sl'th! You Impress me! Please feed me? Her tone is laden with affection and she looks up at her human counterpart.*
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- *A slim, black-haired girl enters, trailing a midnight-blue dragon.* -- Channa and Wrelth, 17:40:41 12/21/01 Fri
*One hand resting on Wrelth's smooth, freshly-oiled hide, Channa looks around frantically for her friends. Certainly they didn't Impress yet...! Spotting Wessae and Kalya, as well as Wessae's brother, she sighs with relief, blue eyes lighting up. Them over there? The dragonet at her side points his muzzle towards her friends. -Yes! That's them. C'mon!- Laughing, Channa and her lifemate manage a goodly pace, and she flops into the sand near A'rak, Kalya, and Wessae. "I'm back! Didja miss me?" She grins charmingly, then lets out a muted yelp as Wrelth flops onto her lap. "You're a tad, too big, to be a flitter, Wrelth," she groans, ineffectually shoving at the sprawled hatchling. He merely glances at her, eyes whirling slowly, and she melts. "Oh all right..." Draping her arms across his still-damp wings, she giggles and glances at her friends again. "I'm glad you guys didn't Impress yet. I wanna see it when you do." She winks.*
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- *A large egg emits a loud crrrrrrr-ACK as the shell simply falls in two.* -- Caseth, 16:34:52 12/21/01 Fri
*Almost surprised by the egg's sudden collapse, the dragon flops into the sand and shards, creeling helplessly. One wing raised and flapping, the other folded and pressed into warm, wet grains, the bronze raises his muzzle and lets out another plaintive cry. Alarmed, the Igen queen bugles and half-rises, tail spraying sand as it twitches. Buoyed by his mother's firm support, the small bronze staggers to his talons, stumbling forward uncertainly, and directly into Mathony. Slipping again, the little dragonet suddenly sits to keep from falling over, and raises his snout to gaze wonderingly at the young man in front of him. M'thony. I am Caseth. You Impress me. No mention is made of food, though the telltale red traces the edges of the hatchling's whirling eyes, for the dragonet is clearly awed by his choice of partner, love radiating from him in almost palpable waves.*
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- //shock\\ -- M'thony-Caseth, 17:21:06 12/21/01 Fri
- *A small egg, once knocked into by Visath's egg, begins to rock.* -- Rannoth, 16:26:35 12/21/01 Fri
*This pure white shell bears none of the usual mottles of its kin, instead being smooth and rather bright when reflecting the sunlight that streams inside. Cracks now mar the surface as they trace random routes, and soon enough the hatchling within gives a final shake. The shell practically explodes, shards scattering and fluid soaking into the sand. A sturdy, if small for his color, blue dragon stands firmly, talons dug into the sand for balance. Eyes whirling hungrily, he searches out the nearest person in hopes of finding food, and quickly. He needs only take a few clumsy steps to reach Aelse, butting at her hip. I am Rannoth, Aelse. You Impress me, and I require food this instant! He creels, hunger overriding the rush of love for his chosen partner.*
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- *Another medium egg begins rocking quickly, inspired perhaps by the silence now pervading the waiting Grounds.* -- Lovith, 16:16:17 12/21/01 Fri
*Mottled shell cracking rapidly, it spins halfway around, throwing up spurts of sand. Kylith's attention quickly zeroes in on the jerky movements as the dragonet within desperately attempts to free itself. At once, talons and a muzzle are thrust through the collapsing shell, holding the brown steady as the egg falls around his small body. Attempting to shake the remnants of his home from his wet hide, the hatchling raises spinning orbs to look upon one, single, solitary figure. Immediately ignoring the heavy shards still sticking to his flanks and wings, the dragonet stumbles forward into a run, ramming Bevier with his snout and knocking both himself and the boy down. B'vier! My name is Lovith, you Impress me! I want food! Almost thoughtfully, his mental voice saturated with affection, You are not alone now, B'vier. You will never be alone again. He croons softly, nudging the boy with his muzzle.*
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- //new arrival\\ -- Mathony, 16:08:30 12/21/01 Fri
//A tall, lanky young man approaches the Sands with slight trepication. He is, perhaps, fiteen Turns old, with gray-blue eyes and tawny hair that reaches his earlobs in a slightly curly fashion. He looks at the eggs with an eager hunger, and a nervous worry. His palms start to sweat-mostly from the heat (or so he tells himself)-and he wipes them nervously on the ivory of his Impression robe. The former Keroon resident steps forward boldly, realizing his mistake too late. The heat easily penetrates his thin sandles, and he bites back a yelp of pain, performing an odd-looking hop step, resembling a wherry with a weight problem. He minces uncomfortably forward, bowing quickly to the queen, reminding himself to hold it for the approrpiate length of time (and even managing not to shift from foot to foot). He murmured quietly to the Weyrwoman, his voice only barely audible-nervousness getting the better of him. "Pleased to be here. I'm Mathony, hopefully future dragonrider, from Keroon Hold. Congratulations on the clutch. It's quite Impressive." He nods uneasily and turns back to the eggs, the eternal heat making him move among the shards and remaining eggs, simply to get away from the heat of course. Not to find the eggs his possible lifemate resided in...of course not.\\
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- *The still-broody queen glances around, her whirling eyes taking note of the dwindling number of Candidates.* -- S'sha and Kylith, 16:04:27 12/21/01 Fri
*Alerted by her dragon's concern, the Weyrlady also scans the Grounds. "Oh my." Hazel eyes narrow thoughtfully and she counts. "Even if every Candidate here Impresses, that'll leave 7 eggs alone!" Her hand goes to her heart, an unconscious gesture that catches Kylith's attention. The massive, wedge-shaped head looks up. More will come, she says confidantly. My clutch is of the best. They know this. More will come. Pride shines through in the queen's mental tone and encourages her rider, just as her bugling encouraged her offspring. "You're right, Kylith." In a quieter tone, S'sha adds, "You have to be." Once more, the goldrider's gaze is drawn to the mostly-hidden egg behind the queen's bulk. It was alone, separated from the rest of the clutch, and far too big to logically be a bronze egg... yet smaller by the same distance than the dully gold egg. How odd. You will see when the time comes, O impatient one, her queen chides gently, though by all appearances dangerous if any Candidate comes too close to the gold egg. Shaking off the brief sense of worry, S'sha resolves to enjoy the rest of the Hatching, trusting fate to bring the required Candidates in time to Impress.*
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- :: alone :: -- Bevier, 15:13:52 12/21/01 Fri
{OOC: stupid Humanities Night! Every year we have to do this BIG, 2 hour long or so skit-thing showing parents what we've learned so far at school that year. Mine was yesterday, and I missed half of the Hatching! ERGH! Had to read through hundreds, thousands of messages.... *lol*}
Bevier shifted from foot to foot on the Sands. Rhia was gone with the Green she had Impressed - leaving himself all alone on the Sands, as he was to shy to go up and talk to people, and Rhia had been a jerk to everyone else here. Oh, what was he to do now? He wanted to run out of the Sands, but then Rhia would laugh at him, and he didn't want that...
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- Lids heavy with sleep, she smiles dreamily at her surroundings. -- Wessae, 00:15:26 12/21/01 Fri
Finding a slightly secluded spot located in a fairly close place to the nest, she decides a little doze won't do her too much harm.
"The emotional gallop I've been on the past while, I don't think I can stand up straight another minute." Used to midnight birthing watches in the herdbeast buildings, she knows her abilities for jump-dozing and places her confidence in them. Keeping one ear alert, she slumps her slender frame to the side and sleeps away a small shred of her mental and emotional exhaustion.
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- OOC -- Igen, 23:49:12 12/20/01 Thu
And tonight's count stops at 14! We're over halfway done, folks, and I'd appreciate it if you could rustle up some more Candidates! I'd love to have a surplus, seeing as Honshu needs some help as well, and I promised Benden I'd send any extras down there. But don't forget, we do have our Queen egg left! Now, everyone get some sleep, and dream of dragons.
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- I'll be dreamin' Igen! (NT) -- Kalya, 23:53:10 12/20/01 Thu
- A good end to a good day. And my finals are over halfway done too! Yippe!! Well, see y'all tomorrow, and yes, my dreams will definitely be draconinc. ~_^ (NT) -- Wessae, 23:57:23 12/20/01 Thu
- I'll be dreaming too! n_n -- Angele, 01:28:51 12/21/01 Fri
- *yawns* Man, I wish everyone got off school yesserday. Second night of Pern-filled dreams for me. *G* Eggs'll start moving around 3:30 or so, EST, to let most people get home from school first. ;) Dunno what I'll do till then.... maybe make Lemos boards. *G* (NT) -- Igen, 11:28:39 12/21/01 Fri
- *A small egg rocks suddenly, knocking against another's shell before cracking.* -- Visath, 23:39:21 12/20/01 Thu
*Complete with sounds of splintering, the egg slowly cracks, bulging outwards in shards as the dragonet within struggles to free itself. Then, a green muzzle is stuck into the outside world, leading the way for the rest of the small green hatchling. She creels, shaking herself off and flapping her wings, sending shards flying. Brilliant orbs whirling rapidly, mostly red from an exceptionally healthy appetite, she stumbles forward, muzzle searching blindly for one that would be hers for life. The first her gaze settles upon is Rhia, and it seems that this green will take the girl for her own. Stumbling towards her target, she gathers enough force to sprawl into Rhia and knock her down, flopping over her torso as the little dragon loses her balance. Craning her neck, she locks gazes. My name is Visath, Rhia. You Impress me, and I want food. Now. This very instant! She croons, her gentle tone belying her demanding voice.*
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- *One of the few large eggs begins moving, cracks tracing patterns in the mottled shell.* -- Chuth, 22:45:21 12/20/01 Thu
*The egg rocks, steadily increasing it's momentum until the hatchling within breaks through, thrusting two talons and a muzzle into steamy air. Thrashing, the young dragon quickly frees itself, standing tall before the gaze of the gathered people. The hide is undeniably bronze, and S'sha seems pleased to have three, as though she didn't expect many. Kylith creels to her offspring, and he seems uncertain, searching. The sound of a flitter catches his attention and his gaze swerves, fastening on Teagan. Stumbling forward, the dragonet makes his way towards his chosen with normal hatchling-clumsiness, weaving around a few eggs to reach the boy. He tosses his muzzle and head-butts the boy, snorting. My name is Chuth, T'gan. You Impress me, and you'd better get me some food. Despite his roughly affectionate tone, his eyes whirl a tender blue as he looks at his lifemate.*
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- He shifts uncomfortably on the hot sands, watching the other Canidates Impress. -- Teagan & Kestor, 22:34:02 12/20/01 Thu
His heart sinks lower as each dragon passes him by. I just want a dragon, he thinks desperately. Any dragon! A lifemate, a friend.... As he is passed by one again, disappointment turns to worry. What if I don't Impress? What if none of these eggs holds my lifemate? What if I'm not cut out to be a dragonrider?
Sensing Teagan's distress, the boy's brown firelizard rises on his hindlegs and lets loose with a loud, scolding chitter. Teagan sternly orders the 'lizard to silence, but is inwardly strengthened by his little friend's faith in him.
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- *A medium-sized egg, the first one to show any signs of hatching, draws Kylith's attention, though it otherwise doesn't move.* -- Datoth, 22:25:05 12/20/01 Thu
*Her whirling eyes fixed on the mottled shell, the queen croons oddly, eagerness evident in her tone. In a shattering movement, the egg crumbles, fluid darkening the sands and dripping off the rich, earth-coloured hide of a brown dragon. The moment her eyes lock upon her son's color, Kylith lets out a loud trumpet, her tail lashing the sand as he moves out of the wreckage of his shell. Small for his color, nonetheless this is the first brown hatched, and as such a certain amount of pride is displayed in the angle at which he holds his wedge-shaped head. Immediately, his whirling gaze falls upon one he chooses, and the dragonet gallops over, nearly as graceful in the run as Braeth had been. He croons and slows to a halt as he reaches Waren, careful not to overbalance his lifemate. I am Datoth, W'ren. You Impress me, and I really want food. Shaking his wings off, the brown hatchling meets his partner's gaze with firm pride.*
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- *The eleventh egg begins rocking wildly. Energetic movements fling sand in all directions.* -- Eirath, 21:59:23 12/20/01 Thu
*After only a few seconds of struggling, the egg cracks, letting out a loud crunching sound as it flops on its side. Thrashing from within rolls it a meter to the side, which seems to disorient the hatchling encaged, for it falls silent and still. Kylith's blast of brassy tenor sound ricochets around the area, echoing into corners and arousing the dragonet. The egg flops once more, and finally, a blue talon kicks free of the shell. Once the hole is established, shards fly as the hatchling quickly frees himself from his once-home. Sprawled on his side, the blue pants, gathering energy to send a few questioning creels into the wonderfully warm air. Eyes whirl slowly, nonetheless the tell-tale red of hunger shades the edges, and the blue, again large for his color, climbs to his talons. Flapping slowly, his wings still have several shell shards stuck to them. His light-coloured hide glistens as he moves forward, purpose if not aim in his direction. Spotting a flash of blue among the sand and eggs and people, his faceted gaze is drawn to a lone figure. Kylith bugles protest as her son begins to head for one who was not a Candidate at all. However, the dragonet's choice will not be denied, and in moments he is at Angele's side. Angele. I am Eirath. You Impress me, though you aren't white. I want food! His mental tone is calm, though wearied by his struggle to escape his egg, and the fact that his lifemate is, technically, too young to Impress does not bother him one iota. He nudges her hand, crooning musically.*
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- *A very small egg begins moving, one of the smallest in the entire clutch.* -- Parath, 18:53:12 12/20/01 Thu
*It doesn't wait long to hatch, however, sending a burst of shards and a wetly green dragonet tumbling out. She creels helplessly, trying to right herself, muzzle embedded into sand. Damp green wings flapping erratically, it takes a moment for the awkward hatchling to pull herself upright again. Shaking her muzzle and flinging sand, she creels, eyes whirling rapidly in alarm. Kylith croons to her daughter, galvanizing the little green into action. She doddles forward, heading for Kalya. She creels at the girl, but at the last moment veers away, spotting one of the newer Candidates. Target found, she speeds up, reaching Sylant quickly and head-butting him lightly. She locks gazes, crooning lovingly. My name is Parath, S'lant. You Impress me! Now feed me! She nudges his hand with her snout, impatient and very hungry.*
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- *Another small egg begins shivering, and the Igen queen's gaze is again drawn.* -- Ionath, 17:58:06 12/20/01 Thu
*The mottled shell flakes off in pieces, drifting to the now-disturbed sands surrounding the egg. Several moments pass before it begins to rock in earnest, cracks splintering the brittle shell. A blue snout pokes through, before withdrawing again and knocking a few more holes in the stubbornly strong shell. Talons scribbling wetly against the inside, the little blue finally emerges from his egg, already tired from the effort. Wings flapping weakly, he creels, wandering forward, driven by instinct and hunger. His whirling orbs close for a moment as he shakes his head, trying to get a heavy bit of shell off, and he knocks right into Jenna. He shrieks, startled, flapping his wings with a bit more vigor, before relaxing. My name is Ionath, Jenna. You Impress me. Please get me food, I'm famished! Tentatively, he nudges her hand, as though afraid of being rejected.*
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- ~>~ -- Kalya, 18:04:35 12/20/01 Thu
- Amazed -- Jenna, Levi, 06:50:13 12/21/01 Fri
- The brown rolls luxuriously in the Sands. {Y'know, I think I might just adopt a symbol for all my characters...} -- S'arn & Virth, 09:40:19 12/20/01 Thu
"Get up you great lunk!" S'arn grins at the lounging dragon. "The hatching is going on, it's no time for play."
There's plenty of time for rest, however. I rather miss these sands...so nice and warm. His great eyes facet and kaliedescope to a hummingly comfortable blue, a large smile on his face.
"I only saw one bronze, 'n no browns. I hope there's browns, for the strength of our wing."
Trust Kylith, I'm sure there's one in there someplace. You worry too much. The dragon rumbles his joy in the sand, tossing more of it up with his tail. Intent on the Hatching, which seems to have settled for the moment, S'arn merely gives the powerfully muscled shoulder a half hearted reprimand.
"And there's still quite a few Candidates out there, Virth, I don't think this clutch will go un-Impressed." Nodding, the brown regards the remaining Candidates with his non- threatening, easy gaze.
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- >>> -- R'nos and Leth, 14:10:26 12/20/01 Thu
- {Aww...what the heck? You only live once, right? A symbol! For S'arn only...} ~^~ -- S'arn & Virth, 17:10:28 12/20/01 Thu
- >>> -- R'nos and Leth, 17:38:28 12/20/01 Thu
- ~^~ -- S'arn & Virth, 18:14:25 12/20/01 Thu
- >>> -- R'nos and Leth, 18:22:02 12/20/01 Thu
- ~^~ -- S'arn & Virth, 19:01:40 12/20/01 Thu
- >>> -- R'nos and Leth, 19:12:32 12/20/01 Thu
- ~^~ -- S'arn & Virth, 19:21:06 12/20/01 Thu
- >>> -- R'nos and Leth, 19:32:02 12/20/01 Thu
- ~^~ -- S'arn & Virth, 19:54:16 12/20/01 Thu
- >>> -- R'nos and Leth, 20:02:21 12/20/01 Thu
- >>> -- R'nos and Leth, 23:44:48 12/20/01 Thu
- ~^~ {I resent that! No I don't....yes I do...I am holding up HALF of this conversation...which just got longer again...} -- S'arn & Virth, 21:51:06 12/22/01 Sat
- ~*~ -- T'ren~Jeneth, 00:18:13 12/20/01 Thu
T'ren's apprehension begins to build as Jeneth comes nearer to the Igen Sands. Never before as he been to Igen, and a first time was always exciting. The bronze lands softly, his large bronze wings fanning the ground and sending dirt into the air. As T'ren leaps from his bronze's back, his ears begin to pick up the sound of a Hatching. A Hatching already begun! He sprints, Jeneth flying above him. Five broken eggs meet his eyes as he rushes onto the scene. And a sixth- T'ren freezes, watching the blue head towards his chosen Candidate.
The rider's eyes sweep the Sands, searching for one person in particular. Spotting S'sha, he rushes over, careful to move around the eggs. After bowing low to Kylith, he finishes off the distance between himself and the Weyrwoman. "I'm sorry!" Jeneth circles down, landing next to Kylith. T'ren noted proudly that his bronze hadn't stirred the Sands with his landing and looked as healthy as ever, though tired.
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