2006-09-09: Pagnisath and Osraebukath's Eggs Hatch (17th PC Clutch)

09/09/2006
Eastern Weyr – Hatching Caverns

Watery Wasteland Egg quivers slightly and then rocks in place. First to the left it sways and then back towards the right. Still tilted to the right, it then tips, causing a small cascade of sand next to it before it stills.

Shuddering violently the Reign in Fire Egg shakes and wobbles, freeing itself from the sandy confines that its mother had so lovingly and carefully piled around it.

The Parched Earth Egg gives a little wobble once, and then twice. And then a third time. The egg wobbles like an earthquake is hitting it though after a few moments the egg once again stills into motionlessness.

A resounding, booming *CRACK* can be heard, coming from the shuddering egg that is the Reign in Fire Egg. With as much warning as it gave for its shuddering and wobbling, the shell obtains a massive crack which pulsates every time the hatchling within tries its luck at freeing itself from the confines of its shell.

<Galleries> With her own eggs hatched and well on their way to grown and on their own, Avarinth was still none the less very aware of when the movements began, and her loud deep thrum is heard as the red-gold junior queen sweeps her way into the cavern to deposit her rider before taking up a choice spot on the dragon-sized ledges and not above hissing at smaller dragons to do it either. Saisri, having hurried to be dressed in a long, finely made white dress embroidered with pale gold cuffs, sporting her juniors knot encircling the whirlwind badge of the Zephyr wing, makes her way for the galleries with all due haste to find a foremost seat. On one shoulder, perched neatly with a serene whirl to blue eyes, is the delicate gold firelizard Serenity, and on her other shoulder Brom's own lovable, if slightly dimwitted, blue Brick. Lastly, in her arms, is the tightly wrapped bundle of her four month old son, Sairon. Seems the whole crew has turned out.

<Galleries> Kristhalis escorts Maharet into the stands, a supportive hand on her arm as he guides them to an empty seat amongst the throng in the stands.

Watery Wasteland Egg shudders violently before it stills. There's a faint pulsing of the egg as the hatchling inside pushes at the walls, then relaxes, only to push again. Intense efforts at breaking the stable structure do not go unrewarded - the shell gives and a crack splits along the axis of the egg.

Four in the morning, going on five. Early. The moon is up and casts a half-light that filters in from above. But thanks to modern technology on Pern, what would be a normally dim hatching is well-light thanks to the usual compliments of lights aided by a few large lights which better illuminate the sands and all that is upon them. Pagnisath sits back from her clutch, gaze alert as she waits for her brood to emerge from their shells and pick one of the many candidates that have been brought to the weyr. Already a few of the eggs have wobbled and moved from their carefully arranged spots on the sands.

<Galleries> Maharet moves beside Kristhalis, the master gazing quietly at the sands and the eggs below. "Look! That's her!" she murmurs, pointing at a tall auburn haired woman that walks out. "My shards, she's /grown/!" And the woman plops to a seat, presumably in shock.

S'in strides into the hatching cavern, leading the line of candidates. His jacket is open, and he forgot his shirt in the rush to get the candies ready. One, two, three…well, here they come. The Weyrlingmaster slips off towards his mount, who perches on a low ledge just above the Sands to watch. Slip…Ah, time to idle and wait. It’s all the candidates now.

Westley steps from the Barracks and upon the Sands where he stops to give a low bow to both Dam and Sire and moves to take a place at the far end of the half-circle of Candidates, slightly further out than the others as his gaze sweeps over the Clutch.

Just as sleepily as the rest of the weyr - apparently there is only so much warning even weyrwomen receive - Mianyi trudges out onto the sands. Bleary eyed, yawning, and with a mug of klah in her hands she steps delicately over to the lofted platform. Once there she takes a sleepy look at the eggs, their positions and status barely registering. And then her gaze drifts out to the assembling team of weyrling support staff, namely the weyrlingmaster and his assistants.

Veranit stumbles out when his name is called, jerking a bow at the dam and sire, then bites his lip, looking over towards the eggs. He looks around, suddenly noticing he's all alone, and homes in on the other candidates. Safety in numbers!!

Making his way out proudly is Brom, wearing the white robe which Saisri made for him, and his sandals. His hair is haphazardly sprawled out across his shoulders. His chin is jerked upwards a bit in confidence, and he is wearing his typical swagger. Cock of the walk. Despite being up this early in the morning, he seems full of energy, as if he was bleeding adrenaline. Pausing before the dam, and sire, he sweeps himself forward in a formal bow, then takes his place as directed.

<Galleries> The small horde that is Saisri and her winged companions offer both verbal and physical wishes of luck to Brom as he walked out. Among them all, probably Brick's is the loudest as the blue spies his owner, giving a loud, flat-noted squack. Serenity, on the other hand, is near too quiet to be heard. Saisri just stands for a moment, son in arm, waving a free hand towards the man with an encouraging smile on her face. Avarinth's only attention is on the eggs, continuing to thrum and rumble in her throat.

Maelliss paces onto the sands, still a little disheveled from the early morning awakening. "She's gonna kill me…I know it," she mutters even as she bows towards the dragon parents. Her eyes scan the galleries quickly then she moves to the other candidates. "Well, here we go." A soft chuckle follows. "I wish I could have gotten some klah…but who needs it with all /this/ happening?"

Hil drags his carcass out there in his pajamas and long coat, hands reaching over to eyes as he tries to rub the sleep from them. Though, kinda hard when there's goggles in the way. He slides them off and tosses them aside as eyes wander the sands, listening intently to the hum of dragons. The weyrleader climbs onto the loft, staying out of Mianyi's way as he watches in silence. Good thing for slippers. "It's odd seeing things from this angle. It's been turns," he mutters.

<Galleries> Kristhalis grins as he settles into the seat next to Maharet, "Youngins have a habit of doing that, especially in ten turns." He slides an arm about her waist and sits to watch the proceedings. His pale eyes graze over the candidates that have filtered onto the sands, "Got some variety down there that’s for sure."

K'nan trails in behind the candi's ready to prod or poke any unwilling ones, not that it looks like she'll get her chance. She gives a most elaborate bow to the queen gracing the sands and then moves over towards S'in. "Shards but I forgot how hot this place is." she remarks and shakes her head.

<Galleries> Conchenn sits quietly, not far from the front of the galleries. Her eyes are closed as she listens, smiling quietly, trying to hear the candidates, one in particular.

<Galleries> Maharet nods, seeming not to breathe. "Poor thing. She was never much of a morning person. This hour must be killing her." With a chuckle she leans against Kristhalis.

Oh, it's been turns for Hil? Pff. His dragon's about half the age as hers. But the weyrwoman merely nods in sleepy agreement. "Turns," she agrees in a sleep-choked, slightly raspy voice. More klah is drunk to help cure that sound, and then she rubs at her eyes some. "Morning," she says to Hil belatedly. "Sleep well?" Hah.

S'in yawns softly as he watches the candidates, a hand idly moving to scratch at the bare chest that shows through his jacket. His bleary eyes turn towards K'nan and he grins. "You must love the late night shifts, Nana…" he offers with a yawn. She's perfectly awake and was prowling when he got to the barracks. He shrugs. "Heat makes me want go back to sleep." he teases her lazily as he leans against the wall, under Aeleojaith's ledge. "You ready for this?

Watery Wasteland Egg pulsates once more, the hatchling inside pushing against the wall for a few moments before it relents. Strength gathered, the occupant of this medium sized egg pushes one last time and then a portion of the egg is pushed off. Once 'freed' the limbs of the dragon wave wildly, and it's only a matter of time before the egg is tilted and the egg is broken further apart to release the young dragon from within.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Bumbling Fool of a Blue Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pure, undiluted navy coats the soft and supple hide of this medium sized blue dragon. A dabbling of paler blue, as though dusted on, covers the tip of his snout and extends just above his jaw before it is swallowed up by the inky darkness of his hide. Although there is very little variation in the actual color of his hide, the play of light across his body creates dark purple shadows around his joints and accentuates various features depending on intensity and angle. Wingsails are brushed with a nearly black blue, as though the navy color of his hide were condensed into a very small space, though his wing membranes are indeed lighter. The thin skin is a pale cerulean, which becomes slightly luminescent and reveals veins when held to the light. His lithe tail is perhaps just a smidgen longer than the norm, though it is carried easily behind the blue and appears to be little of an obstacle in his movements. The lines of his lean body are easy and fluid, defining him with some measure of grace by appearance alone. His bejeweled eyes resemble his dam's, set apart and giving an impression of perpetual curiosity.

<Galleries> Akeylah silently wanders into the general gallery's vicinity, her attention flickers about before she finally finds herself a seat. Preferably near the end of a tier. She scans the sands, a faint smile crossing upon her lips. The greenrider absently rubs the back of her neck, attention drifting to the hatching eggs. Her expression brightens as the first dragonling arrives.

K'nan chuckles "I love the night shifts." she remarks with an impish smile "I'd rather go to sleep in the morning than wake up in the morning, so much easier." she notes with a grin "I dunno if I'm ready, but dang it all, it should be grand. Though I do up there's not an Izzie and Phaili pair in there. Oh goodness but were trouble."

<Galleries> Sianne slips on into the galleries looking rather bright even though it's rather early in the morning. Oh yes the Fortian Junior seems overly energetic as she bounds up the stairs and slides into a seat about midway up from the bottum of the galleries. "Ahhh I think those are the pajamas I gave Hil on his last turnday." is said laughingly to no one imparticular as she settles into her seat.

Westley grins as a Blue is first to crack shell. "Ask me, that's the best of luck." He mutters to himself with a grin, watching the young fellow emerge fully from his shell.

Muddy Deluge Egg has been quietly sitting on these sands for a good few sevendays. But why should that persist for any longer than necessary? Sometimes a little change is good, say… a little tilt to the left for example? Hey, it's a start.

"No, definitely no klah." Veranit stammers, then jumps as the first egg hatches, a blue. "Wow, that one's all sorts of blue isn't he?" he asks, tilting his head and watching the first baby dragon he's ever seen. Meep. "They're so…small." inside he's gibbering.

Maelliss gasps as the first dragonnette hatches, her hand reflexively grasping at the crystal dangling at her throat. "Oh my…" And what else can she say? Are there any words. "So /that's/ what they look like just born…" Well, that works too.

S'in grunts faintly and nods. "I like waking up around noon, but that won't happen now. We've Weyrlings coming.." he notes with a lazy smile to his assistant. He accors a smile and a nod to Mianyi and Hil, belatedly, unfortunately… "Oh Shards, Let's hope there's no Phaili or Izzie in this clutch, please. My tender temperment couldn't handle it again." he smirks tiredly.

Fallen Tsunami Egg wiggles and wobbles about it's mound, lightly tipping over onto it's side before settling down once more for a breather.

As the first egg snaps open, Brom watches curiously with a lift of his brow, taking in a deep breath. Despite his typical jaunts, and jokes about such activities, he seems rather speechless. He stares wide eyed for a moment, before relaxing himself into a more subdued posture. It seems that every wiggle, and twitch of the eggs now have his full attention.

With a final resounding *CRACK* the Reign in Fire Egg shatters open, the shell trickling away like rain from the hatching. Finally free of the confinement on the shell, the hatchling voices its hunger and its power with a loud roar … that will /someday/ merit the respect of caution, but for now merely sounds … cute.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Dangerous Lightening Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A troubled sky would describe the base hue of this small green dragon, her hide dark like a sky that's ready to spit out a horrendous storm at any moment. The sycamore-like color is spotted occasionally with a lighter and darker variant, forming clouds upon her soft hide. What makes this lady unique is the lightening streaks that run across her body, branching out in this way and that though never touching the underside of her dark belly. The most noticeable bolt of lightening divides her sharp, angular face in two at a slight diagonal. Her build is lithe and her muscles wiry while her wings are proportionally correct to carry her build with a natural grace.

As her scream dies away into the past, the Dangerous Lightening Green Hatchling swivels her angular head from side to side, as if deciding where to unleash her wrath of energy. With another sharp, yet cutely resounding roar the small green is off at a breakneck speed, soon enough tripping over the remains of her shell, leaving her sprawled across the sands. As some of the candidates chuckle, she rights herself and sets off again, making sure to body-check some of the chortling candidates with her formidable hatchling might. But there! Hiding. Hiding behind another. The green sets off towards a woman and a man holding hands. The man clears the way for the dragonet, but the woman - Modesta - stays, now harnessing the energy of the dragonet as she breaks into a shy yet uncontrolled smile. "Yes Zoharth, I am your M'sta now. Now and always."

<Galleries> Saisri retakes her seat and settles in, slowly bouncing her son to keep him placated with all the noise, with Serenity leaning down to utter a soft, almost nanny-like trill to the baby. "Even with a queen, it's amazing to think just how small they are. Hm… blue and, hm, that green impressed quick. She knows what she wants."

With a triumphant cry the Dangerous Lightening Green Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the WeyrlingMaster leads the new pair off the sands.

<Galleries> Akeylah let's loose a soft whistle, as if the arrival of the green dragon was something worthy and important. "Sure was fast." is her mumbled comment, to no one in particular. It is obvious she meant the impression.

Blizzard Frost Egg shifts quietly among the shadows of the other eggs, sending grainules spilling down the sides of the shell while it lurks within the sands and patiently awaits it's escape.

There's the dragon from one of the two eggs that ignored Veranit! "First impression already?" he says, a bit wildly. Already?! He doesn't think he's ready! Twitch. "A green. A green and a blue." a glance is snuck towards the dam and sire. Where's bronzes browns and golds? Oh. Right. No gold egg in this clutch. Veranit knew that.

K'nan chuckles "Ahh, but you loved us. Or well Leo did them I'm sure." she notes and nods approvingly as the green finds who she wants right off the bat "I like it when they know who they want. Not running around in a daze."

S'in returns to his spot under the ledge and glances up at his dragon. "Whew, already we have pairs of Weyrlings, and we've been out here, what, ten seconds?" he teases K'nan. "yes, Leo loves all her little babies…"

Maelliss doesn't know where to look. With eggs cracking and wobbling and shattering and all that, she feels completely lost. And watching the first impression floors her even more. "Oh…my…" Yep, that's her catch phrase of the day. "Oh Modesta she's lovely!" she manages to shout, as tears begin to gather in her eyes as she nods to Veranit, "Yes already, isn't it beautiful?" Oh the sappiness.

Bumbling Fool of a Blue Hatchling uprights himself and then shakes himself lightly, flinging remnants of egg shells and eggy cushioning fluids from his body. The motion causes some jiggling of wings and nearly knocks the young dragon over. He's apparently unfamiliar with limbs, movement, and how to remain upright, but then again he's only been free of his cramped egg for a few heartbeats. Pausing in his movements, the youngling tilts his head this way and that as he looks about him. Once he's more or less stably situated he begins to jauntily approach the candidates, gait uneven and unsteady as he moves, surprisingly quickly for a hatchling that seems barely capable of walking at this moment. Haste makes waste, err.. something like that. Can't let the others beat him to the good ones and the meat.

<Galleries> Sianne peers around her then back at the clutch, a hand lifting to push a crooning blue head out of her face "Hush now Fog, I can't hear any names or a thing with you making that noice in my ear."

Glancing over to Mae', Brom can't help but chuckle as he shakes his head, having already grown used to her dramatic moments. "Congratulations!" He bellows over to the newly minted Green rider. As the blue starts stumbling towards them, he turns his eyes towards it, waiting, growing quiet.

Westley watches the green emerge and rush at the offensive Candidates who dared to laugh at her. He didn't, of course. Most babies stumble during their first steps. He nods his congratuations accross the Sands to the new Pair and returns his attentions to the Clutch.

"I slept great actually, passed out early yesterday so I feel completely refreshed" Grin. And Mianyi looks absolutely smashing at this early hour. Smashing into a wall or door even, heh. Hil nods his head towards S'in and stops to watch a pair walking off already.

It's all about the belated smiles, nods, and greetings this morning. Everyone's a little off guard by this event, but eggs wait for no one. Mianyi's gaze falls once more on the staff and then the young blue that's romping around. And then the weyrwoman, waking up a little, turns to glance up into the galleries, squinting slightly as she scans quickly, as though looking for someone. Eh, he probably saw. No matter, there's eggs hatching and new bonds being forged. Far more interested than crowd watching.

"He looks….drunk, almost." Veranit comments to the nearest person, Maelliss. "Congrats." he adds belatedly as he hears others say it. He normally isn't this scatterwitted, honestly. The blue is watched nervously.

Muddy Deluge Egg is, at the moment, a not very well behaved egg. Fairly jumping in place, the hatchling inside becomes impatient and shoves at the egg's surface. Too bad that egg shells are a very stable structure. But! At some point the hatchlings are able to break free, and this egg and hatchling appear to have reached it for a long crack spreads across the egg's surface. Shallow at first, the mark deepens and then spiderwebs into further crackings. A break now would be a good idea.

S'in kinds just watches the blue on the Sands and grin, nodding. "Yes, yes…But the ones that look for what they want amuse me the most. As I recall, Phaili searched forever before he found you…" he notes slyly to the Nana-assistant. But its hard to wait to escort pairs from the Sands sometimes too.

Maelliss nods again, giving Veranit a dazed smile, "Drunk and fast. Little mad scrambler," she replies with a laugh. "Looks like baby dragons /can/ be speedy." And who told her they weren't? The world may never know. As for Brom, she gives him a quirk of an eyebrow and a grin. She knows he's seen her get all mushy before at less. A quick wipe of her cheeks and a sniff follows.

Bumbling Fool of a Blue Hatchling reaches the outer edge of the candidates. Quickly he looks around, bejeweled eyes whirling as his head goes this way and that. Where? Where? It was here, just a minute ago. But gone now? No, simply not here… and then the blue starts on with his bewildered and wild looking. Somewhere out here, but it must be done quickly. On the blue plods, kicking up sand now and then with his movements. His head and gaze continue to be wild as he looks around.

K'nan laughs and shakes her head "He did not, took him only a little bit of checking out one person before he zeroed in on me. THought he was going to plow me up for sure." she notes brightly "The poor fellow though. Shards but I hope he finds someone. It worries me when they can't seem to find who they want. I hate to see them die."

Toppled Trees Egg wobbles with a decisive moment, loosening the sands around it's shell and then steadying as it starts to tilt at a weird, sideways angle.

Reaching over, Brom lays a heavy hand on Mae's shoulder, giving it an encouraging squeeze. His eyes train upon the scrambling blue, actually feeling a bit bad for him. Geez. He tilts his chin up, looking over the crowd, and about the rest of the candidates.

Westley watches the Blue as he paces about and looks over the Candidates, evaluating and rejecting in turn. "Take your time, they'll wait for you."

S'in shakes his head, "I've never seen a dragon die straight from the egg, Nana. THey always find who they're looking for…" he notes, grinning broadly as he nods to the blue. "Don't worry, he's got a lifemate out there on teh Sands you know…

At first, the Sand Swept Egg doesn't seem to be moving, but as sand starts falling away from around it's sandpaper-esque shell, one can tell that it's rocking oh so slightly like a star, shimmering in the night sky.

"The poor thing," Maelliss murmurs to no one as she watches the wild-eyed blue. "He looks to lost and afraid. Go find someone little mad scrambler, go on, it's okay!" Yeah. She talks to dragons /and/ hatchings too - an equal opportunity one-sided discussioner it seems. Without a thught she takes Brom's hand at her shoulder and squeezes it back.

"Yeah…" Veranit replies to Maelliss, shifting from foot to foot mainly because it's hot, but also preparing to run out of the way of the blue in case he decided to charge. Veranit's looking at the talons.

Without warning the Toppled Trees Egg wobbles violently, tipping completely onto its side as it rolls madly back and forth for a few moments before a resounding *CRACK* is heard and the lines start to appear on the forest-like shell.

Hil paces where he is, fingers fiddling with the hems of his jacket sleeves as he watches the progress of the hatching before him. Osraebukath rumbles softly, chill rider. Those be his babies out there, he helped make those. Be happy.

Bumbling Fool of a Blue Hatchling freezes suddenly as though he were suddenly turned into granite in the blink of an eye. And then slowly his head swivvels and that which caught his eye is spotted. The match is found, and for all his earlier haste his movements become slow and deliberate. Were it not for his small size and some air of naivete about him, one might consider the blue's posture and movements predator-like. The man standing nearby his chosen one is ignored entirely. He has eyes only for the woman with the crystal.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Bumbling Fool of a Blue Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

Westley continues to mumble to himself since it's not technically talking to the Hatchlings if they can't hear him, right? Right. "You maybe looking for a lady?" He smirks. "I know I am." His gaze settles upon K'nan at her place near S'in. "But first thing's first." And his attention returns to the little Blue and the seven remaining Eggs. As the Blue finds his Lifemate the young man can't help but grin.

K'nan Lets out a breath as the little blue finds who he's been looking for. "Had me worried there he did." she says as she leans over toward S'in "Honestly though."

Giving Mae's hand a firmer squeeze, he watches the blue travel towards the two of them. As he starts to size up his friend, and then chooses her, a smile touches the corner of his lips. Letting go of her hand, he takes a step to the side, to give them a bit of space.

Veranit practically leaps away as the blue homes in on Maelliss. "C-congrats!" he stutters, moving farther away to give the two room, standing next to Westley next and staring at the eggs.

Windblown Beach Egg shakes slightly and then tilts to one side, shaking and quivering there as it attempts to tip further. The effect is much as a tree being blown about in the breeze.

Westley blinks at Veranit is suddenly at his side. "Um… Hello."

As the lines continue to grow upon the shell of the Toppled Trees Egg, it obviously becomes more and more unsturdy until finally the shell collapses around the hatchling within, leaving it coated with a covering of fine egg shards.

Once again it seems like an earthquake is shaking the shell of the Parched Earth Egg, and where the fine lines are on the egg, small cracks that are accompanied by a crinkling sound start forming on the surface of the egg, leading up to the climax of the earthquake, where the ground might actually break. But then - once again - it slides back to doing nothing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Mighty and Resolute Toasted Bronze Hatchling>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At first glance this dragon's coloration appears to have very little variety. The majority of his hide is the color of a high desert plateau the sun-bathed dirt appearing to have been lightly dusted on his bulky bronze frame. Parts of him have been crisped, much as a piece of bakery left in the oven for just a moment too long. His stocky forelegs have been dipped in an apple crisp, a color that extends upwards to his broad shoulders. A similar color coats his extremely muscular hindquarters, though it is a drizzling of pumpkin toast that slides off his stout neck and onto his underside, streaking his solid chest. Sweet maple splatters his wide back, falling more heavily upon his wing sails and membrane, which are almost too stout for his body. His triangular head is untouched by any of these brushes of color save for the very tip of his snout. Here a patch of chocolate smolders into his hide, echoing the dark chocolate color of short and sharp talons which extend from broad paws.

Maelliss should be breathing right now. really. When she told the little blue to go find someone it never occured to her… Oops? "I…" A blink. Her eyes are drawn to the little one at her feet. "I…hello…I…" Another blink. "His name is Rashneth!" More shocked blinking. "Yeah! Food!!! Right…" And now her tears are streaming down a madly grinning face. "Food. You're starving! Shards they don't feed you in that egg? Poor thing…" Err, well, she's odd. You all knew that.

S'in winks to K'nan and slips out onto the Sands, over to Mae's side. "Congratulations, Maelliss and Rashneth. Please, come over and stand at the side with us and the other new Weyrlings. Well get food as soon as possible…for the both of you." he comments, offering the girl a broad grin as he moves a hand to wave her towards the side of the Sands, to stand with the Weyrling staff. Then he returns to K'nan's side.

<Galleries> Kristhalis watches the impression of Maelliss and turns to Maharet with a grin, "I think she will find a focus now."

Maelliss calls to Rashneth and he bounds to her side, slipping in behind her.

<Galleries> Maharet just stares at the tableu on the sands. "Great Faranth…" A blink. "She's…" Another blink. "Oh Maelliss…" Is the Master Pathologist, destroyer of apprentices /crying/? Yep. And she's clutching at Kristhalis too, poor man. "Oh Kris she…" Sniff. Weep. Is that a smile too? In public? Someone grab a camera, quick!

Muddy Deluge Egg shivers once more, the cracks that have spread across the entirety of its surface continuing to form, deepen, and spawn new marks. And then, rather anti-climatically, the egg stops moving and the pressure applied to the crevices decreases. Deep breath, relax, and then the egg shatters, spilling forth its occupant onto the sands.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Tantalizing Lady from the Darkness Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Petite, delicate, and well-formed this dainty green could easily pass for a well-crafted ceramic sculpture. Every line of her is well formed and smooth and there is not a single part of her that is out of place. Simply put, she is perfect in every manner and from every angle of observance. Even her coloration is brilliant and befitting of a green that is the very epitome of feminine. Startling and rich emerald coats her evenly, over which a lattice of darker moss has been laid, mottling her coloration and complimenting the darker edging of her wingsails and her talons.

After righting herself and orienting herself - one must head towards the candidates, not the overlooking dragons - Tantalizing Lady from the Darkness Green Hatchling wastes little time in stalking towards the candidates. A few glances are spared for a number of candidates, including a number of the burlier men, though she continues onwards. Not until she reaches a grouping of younger candidates does she actually pause. Bejeweled eyes linger on several candidates, but it is only one which she nudges - a young girl from the weyr who answers to the name of Wyrene. "Chayseth?" she queries, looking puzzled. What to do? What to do? Hopefully a weyrlingmaster or someone will come help the two.

With a triumphant cry the Tantalizing Lady from the Darkness Green Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the WeyrlingMaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Watching Mae, and her life mate head off, Brom takes in a deep breath, then glances over to Veranit, and Wes for a moment, before letting his eyes slide back towards the eggs, and the hatchings. All of a sudden, with Mae away from his side, he feels quite … alone. Hmf. His arms slowly cross over his chest as he holds his breath, staring intently.

Of course. Leave it to the males to take the credit for these things when it's the female who has to gestate, lay, and then guard. Pff. So typical. Pagnisath rumbles an echo of Osraebukath though and continues to watch. Don't let the placid looking dam and sire fool you - get too close and there will be pain. Or, uh, something along those lines.

K'nan looks softly at the newest green pair. There greens certainly know what they want. THe poor weyrlings on the other hand. She heads over towards Wyrene "Come on, this way you two." she says with a smile to the girl "Will get you off the sands and some food for your darling green." she pauses a moment "Chayseth. Very pretty name" she notes to the young pair.

Veranit blinks right back at Westley, edging a step or two away as it seems the other candidate doesn't really want to feel crowded. Or something. Then another green hatches and heads right for her person, and a bronze hatches. Watching it for a few moments, he determines that the bronzeling isn't finding /his/ partner right away, so he'll be content to watch.

As time progresses the Sand Swept Egg continues to rock gently like a shimmering star in the distance, until at least, tiny cracks start to appear over the entirety of the shell, creating vein-like fissures.

Westley watches the Bronze hatch followed by yet another Green who finds her Lifemate without much trouble. "See? Easy."

Windblown Beach Egg tumbles out of its carefully prepared and tended position, bumping into another egg before it comes to a rest. The motions of the hatchling within are given away by a bulging of the egg. Only so far does the egg bulge before fissures begin to appear in its surface.

S'in grins broadly as he watches the hatching go on, already arching a brow at the candidates being turned into Weyrlings. Boy, oh, boy. Will he have his hands full this Turn, eh. Sigh…

Mighty and Resolute Toasted Bronze Hatchling rumbles as he begins to stalk slowly across the sands, eyes intent on what it wants. Just a matter of finding it among these white thingies out here. Are they edible? The bronze begins to take steps further out, pausing in the middle of the sands as he lifts his head high and lets out his own battle cry! "Raawwoooeeeek!" Sounds like a broken bicycle horn…

A big grin splits along the face of Brom as he watches the Bronze yell out to the sky. He feels his skin tingle a bit as he actually goosebumps up. Now, that is freaking Metal! He stands up a bit straighter to watch, arms dropping down at his sides loosely, as if he was unable to contain his own energy.

The finally quake hits the Parched Earth Egg, shaking the shell so hard that bits and pieces start falling off, like old chipping paint. With a deafening crack to those near by, the egg splits into multiple portions. Not a clean break however as the edges crumble, leaving the hatchling looking at its paws, surrounded by sand and shell.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Reclusive Earthy Brown Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Unlike so many other dragons, this brown echo's the shell he came from. Tones of dirt and of mud spread over the entirety of this lanky framed dragon. The muted browns of the dirk and the bleak black of mud seem not to entirely mesh together as sable spreads in a pattern like a spider web or fissures across his belly and sides as well as completely covering his long, rudder-like tail.

Reclusive Earthy Brown Hatchling lifts one of his front legs and gives it a strong shake which sends sand and shell flying in most directions. With what seems like a sigh he repeats this process with all four limbs, each time setting them outside of the mess his shell made. Free of the mess the brown finally takes the time to look around as he plods. Yes. Plods. The brown is sedate and could almost be sleepwalking, just like the young man he is obviously headed for. Perdit - even though the circumstances merit attention and excitement - is looking around, likely for a place to take a nap or get back to a book. Both souls are separated for the main groups of their kind, and not through luck or fate alone, the brown hatchling plops his rear end clearly in front of the boy, looking up. "Huh.. Jadath? Yeah, you can call me P'dit." The boy seems mildly curious, though understanding is finally making an impression on his dull face. "Yeah, we'll go see to your stomach now, 'nd then find a nice comfy place. … Yeah. Sounds real good." And with that, the pair start plodding away from the excitement.

Mighty and Resolute Toasted Bronze Hatchling closes in on the candidates, peering them up and down, one by one. Sniff, no, you smell funny. Poke, naw, too squeamish. He moves intently down the lines, a rumble errupting deep in his chest as he passes, tail flicking from side to side. The bronze puffs up and continues his inspection.

Veranit jumps as the bronze makes that odd sound. "Well can't say I'd like to sleep near that one if he does that all the time." he comments, then looks over as a brown hatches….and homes in on his person. Veranit looks over the remaining eggs, visibly counting the ones remaining. Then when the bronze comes near, he stiffens, trying to stand tall.

S'in chuckles faintly and waves to K'nan, "Lead him from the Sands will you, I wana watch this bronze, sooo interesting." Yes, that was the Weyrlingmaster passing a duty off on his assistant while he watches. Hey! She's in traingi for his job someday, you know…

With a triumphant cry the Reclusive Earthy Brown Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the WeyrlingMaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Like a planet explodes from a nova at the end of its days, the Sand Swept Egg expands outwards until the shell bursts away, though not in a violent fashion. In the egg's stead, is a hatchling, standing with its wings outspread, looking up towards the sky.

K'nan winces at little at the bronze and the sound "Sweet Faranth" she murmurs "Was that a dragon?" she asks and just shakes her head a little "My goodness." she frowns a little "I feel sorry for the weyrlings who have to live with that." she murmurs and then smles "All right, nice brown" she murmurs and nudges S'in "Didn't think he'd rate, but he did good." she notes "Come on P'dit lets get you some food" she says as she rolls her eyes at S'in "Uh huh.. outta your league."

"Ha! One day it will strike the fear of Faraneth into the hearts of men, Veranit. Do not mock him." Brom says with a loud rumble in his throat as he continues to eyeball the Bronze as he inspects those in line. He clears his throat loudly, hands slowly curling up into fists.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Soft as a Star Honey Gold Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The features of this gold dragon seem to be everything along the lines of normal. From her build to her structure and proportions and even the size that she is, she seems to be entirely normal. One of the few things that makes her stand out is the soft luminescent coloring of her hide. The base hue is of a light honey, completely covering her normal frame from snout to the tip of her average length tail. A color that might remind one of torchlight mars the simple beauty of her honeyed hide, instead making it more beautiful with a pattern that could be mistaken for clouds floating across a dawn sky.

Soft as a Star Honey Gold Hatchling comes down from the posture of having her wings spread fully out to the sides, gazing up at the sky as if it had some sort of a secret for her to behold. Without a sound the hatchling moves away from the scattered remnants of her shell, careful about where she places her feet. Unlike some of the other dragons of Eastern's history, the gold does not slash or hiss and instead moves around as if she's completely in a daze. The gold hatchling pauses once to look back towards her mother and sounds a soft yet hungry rumble as she turns towards a particular flock of girls. With one in sight who seems to be trying to calm another clearly nervous girl down she picks her way across the hot sands towards the one as equally average as she, but with the kind heart. Shoving her snout between the two ladies, she separates the pair pushing the nervous one towards another pair of hands as she turns her attention to the average, slightly older woman: Azura. "Svetlanath is your name dear?" A resounding and joyous giggle echoes from the girl. "Yeah, a meal sounds wonderful right now."

With a triumphant cry the Soft as a Star Honey Gold Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the WeyrlingMaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Westley watches a Brown and Gold find their mates, yet still the Bronze searches. As he comes near, Wes takes a step away from the more likely suspects.

S'in melts faintly, A gold. And the Master shuffles over to her and, grinning, offers her a slight bow before leading her off towards teh side of the Sands, with the rest of them.

Veranit blinks. "A gold? Really?" Veranit eyes the gold as she impresses right away too. "I didn't know there was going to be a gold in the clutch." well he's sometimes oblivious, so…

Mighty and Resolute Toasted Bronze Hatchling finally pauses before a candidate, smells pretty funky and looks it, too. Sniff, woah. The bronze rumbles and nudges the candidate lightly as he tests him, think you can handle me? Stoic, the dragon flickers his wings and quietly, STARES.

Blizzard Frost Egg rocks violently as it slams into another egg, a crack appears down its side and radiating outward throughout the shell before it settles once more from it's restlessness.

That gold? Yeah… all Pagnisath's work there. With a low trill, Pagnisath puffs up and greets the young daughter. Look at that, Eastern has itself another weyrwoman. Or well, weyrwoman in training as it might be.

Fallen Tsunami Egg wiggles and wobbles some more until it tumbles down the side of it's sandy mound and rolls to a stop not too far away from it's shelled clutchsibs, a fine line cracks down the middle of this shell all the way down and around.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Mighty and Resolute Toasted Bronze Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

Staring back at the Bronze before him, Brom holds its gaze steadily, and proud, sizing him up as well. As he feels the voice slowly creep into his head, he straightens up more, then grins proudly. "Treasath, huh? Alright then. Lets get some food in yah', cuz' I'm starving as well." Oh, the grin that stretches across his face is broad, and true. His eyes search through the crowd, hunting for Saisri, then he raises up a fist.

<Galleries> As Brom impresses, a roar of noise comes from Saisri and her companions among them Broms own parents, the aging woman and her crippled husband having finally arrived and settled in. They cry with indescribable joy and pride, Saisri just cheers like her favorite runner had just won her hundreds of marks. Firelizards are dislodges as she explodes to her feet to cheer, the weyrwoman, for the first possible time in public, being completely undignified in her celebration. Enough to cause her son to bawl, at which she is forced to remember hes just a baby who doesnt like noise and grudgingly sits to try and soothe him, though still grinning broadly. The Telgar-born Eastern queen, Avarinth, having missed it while sizing up the newborn compet—queen… looks somewhat dumbfounded as a bronze chooses Brom. She may not be able to go Bah!, but she can snort. Loudly. Wonderful. Now shell never hear the end of it.

Osraebukath watches the little gold and bronze make their way off the sands. Hey, he had to help to make those. He contributed where it counts! He does rumble to his queen, holding his head up high towards her, proud.

S'in shuffles over to Brom's side next and grins, "Congrats to you, Brom and teasath. Come on, over to the side of the Sands for food." he comments, grinning broadly to the pair. Wave, Come, come children…

Westley nods congratulations to Bro. All up to the Hatchlings and they're certaint choosing relatively quickly this early morning.

Blizzard Frost Egg begins to rock once more, the cracks about it's surface continue until they engulf the egg. Suddenly the shell is shatters into pieces as this hatchling erupts from it's prison, a blue tail lashes out and the tip flickers in frustration before rolling to its side and revealing the remainder of this hatchling's form. Inspiration through the Darkness Blue Hatchling bugles its arrival as it rises with damp wings hanging at its sides.

<Galleries> Maharet stiffles her own beaming sniffles to grin broadly at Saisri. She doesn't have a /clue/ who this person is but who cares! She knows how the gold rider feels right now.

~~~~~~~~~~~~< Inspiration through the Darkness Blue Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~
The striking darkness of indigo shadows blends it's way unto soft powder blue hues that frost this dragon's hide. It invades short headknobs, trickling down in fine tendrils over the back of his narrowed head and neck ridges where they fade before broad shoulders and long wings. Wing sails are free as they bare their own gentle hue of smoke that dominates membranes and mottled in ash, scattered in defiant order throughout as if storms emanate from their movements. Even raven tipped claws and long muscular tail are dominated by the shadows where they rise and softly blend with the light until it seems to vanish entirely. This dragon's form is average and slender in build, the only remarkable image upon it's frame are single dark patches of obsidian consuming each eye, the edges falling in a single tear below to the jawline, giving this dragonet a dark and chilling visage.

Veranit looks over at Brom, and the bronze. "Congrats." he says, then eyes the remaining eggs. "Think they'll find us?" he asks Westley, then looks over as one of the remaining eggs hatches, another blue. "Wow, both blues in this clutch are kinda dark."

K'nan ahhs softly as yet another blue is hatched. She really is fond of blues and all. Call her prejudiced, but she is. "Nice dark fellow, and nice and light as well. Nice coloring."

Westley shrugs. "There are still plenty of us left and only two Eggs and that Blue." He nods to Veranit. "As much chance as any of the others, it's up to them."

Windblown Beach Egg breaks free almost explosively. One moment the egg is whole, the next a large piece of the egg has been broken off and flung. A single dark paw, large and erratic, shoves at the remainder of the shell. With a flip the egg turns over and that paw finds purchase in the sands. Then, with a motion akin to a muscle flexation, the rest of the egg is broken up and cast aside.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Ugly Duckling Bronze Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Already large at his entrance into the world, this dragon shows promise of growing into a veritable giant of a bronze. His paws are already monstrous and huge, nearly obstacles in their own right as he plods across the sand, and his wingspan could quite possibly be proportionally large for his current size, if he were able to unfurl them and afford the audience a view without falling over. Lanky in build though, it is only these few features as well as his current height at the shoulder, which hint at his future size and stature. A gently polished honey bronze coats him evenly, the color plain as though in trade-off for his particular features.
Though he appears at odds with his body, his movements are slow and there is a measure of calculation in them and a hint of poise to come. Unrefined for now, there appears to be promise in this youngling.

Ugly Duckling Bronze Hatchling trudges across the sands, making a bee-line for a grouping of males. Some dragons just /know/ as soon as they come out of the shell, whereas others must take a moment to glance around. This one, apparently, falls into the former category rather than the latter. Though, he does not appear to be quite decisive, for he pauses to regard those gathered. It must merely be a case of needing to double-check and orient himself, that's all. When that special one is spotted - a young man from Landing - the bronze trumpets and then springs forward happily. And so another pair, M'hon and Lharenth, are made.

Nodding his head to the other candidates, Brom, and Bronze head over as directed, to get some dinner in his new lifemate's stomach. He is striding proudly through the sand, squaring his shoulders, and disappearing amongst the others.

Veranit nods at Westley, looking at the blue. "Well there's always a chance right?" he asks the other candidate, then looks over as one of the two eggs hatch, and it's a bronze straight for his person. "Still." he says stubbornly.

Westley grins at the lanky Bronze reveals himself and finds his Lifemate. "See? All up to them." He smirks, "I personally think we would have made a nice lanky Pair." He winks, his tone joking.

With a triumphant cry the Ugly Duckling Bronze Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the WeyrlingMaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Inspiration through the Darkness Blue Hatchling thrashes his head from side to side, freeing the remaining shards of eggs before topping over from his quick movements. He turns towards the white things, how they surround him. Not the case for long as he sets himself right on wobbly feet and bugles deeply towards the crowds above and candidates below in frustration.

K'nan watches the pairs head off and the ones still standing, well still stand. THen her eyes go to the lone little egg and she frowns. "THink it's gonna hatch?" she asks quietly. Or do you think it's a dud." she murmurs and looks thoughtful.

Veranit tilts his head at the blue, taking a step back. "He sounds angry for some reason." he says. Then he glances at the eggs…well, now it's just one egg left? Eep. Eyes swivel over to the blue again.

Fallen Tsunami Egg finally splits into two clean pieces revealing the very attractive side of a brown hatchling, one thick curly tail sways from side to side as the dragon it's attached to frees himself of the remaining half with a snort!

S'in shrugs faintly as he glances at it. "Could be a dud…" he comments, arching a brow at it… "Weird… Oh! There it goes!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Pudgy Pooch Brown Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This dragon is far from average: His head is shaped rounded and wrinkled with a short snout as it resides atop one thick neck. Headknobs are long and held widely apart, standing tall and proud of their misshapen forms, giving this dragon a perky appearance in one area at the very least. The rest of his frame is short and pudgy, his rotund stomach and barrel chest being his most prominent features. Adorning the hide of this dragon is rich hues of suede that completely envelopes him from nose tip to curly tail tip. Bright mahogany brings about it's dark reign over the suede as it splashes atop this pudgy form and completely engulfing the little pair of wings which appear to be smaller in proportion to his girth. Even broad paws and tail tip seem to be dipped in those dark hues.
Pudgy Pooch Brown Hatchling tumbles free from his shell and rolls down the sands, bouncing along the way until he rolls to a stop. He lifts his little head and peers about, glancing to the shifting white things around them before letting out his majestic call: HOOOONK! Right. Pudgy Pooch Brown Hatchling gets back to his feet and begins sniffing the grounds curiously around him, little pudgy tail standing tall while kept in a curve in the air as he makes his inspection. Coming up to one candidate, he sniffs at a young girls feet then brings his short snout to her equally round face. Saenufil pauses from licking pastry frosting from her fingers, snorting as she goes. "Wuh." The brown nudges her and begins helping himself to the frosting upon her face as he tries to lick. "P-P-Puggith! Stop! Alright! I'll get you some but you can't have this one!" Blink, blink. She shoves the remains into her mouth before reaching out and giving her new lifemate a hug with her own little, round arms. Now frosting coated Puggith and S'nufil make their way off the sands…

With a triumphant cry the Pudgy Pooch Brown Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the WeyrlingMaster leads the new pair off the sands.

B'rm calls to Treasath and he bounds to his side, slipping in behind him.

Veranit looks over as the last egg hatches, then he looks over at Westley, chewing on his lower lip, then looks away without saying anything. He wants it to be him, but he's been encouraging the other candidate.

Inspiration through the Darkness Blue Hatchling goes up to a candidate, hiding from the rest of the pack, eh? He puffs his chest and flicks his wings, giving him a larger appearance as he peers down at the young man. The blue huffs and begins to nudge at him lightly. Your robe isn't soiled from fear, you'll do.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Inspiration through the Darkness Blue Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

Westley glances at the Blue but his eye is caught by the Brown. "She's lucky he didn't try to eat _her_, smelling like food." He grumbles, his copper eyes turning dark. "Now the Blue can choose someone and I'll go to the post-Hatching party." He nods to the boy beside him, "Good luck, Ver. Maybe you won't get that Green after all."

S'in calls to Aeleojaith and she bounds to his side, slipping in behind him.

K'nan watches the last egg hatch, luckily it wasn't a dud, and find his mate and turns to watch the blue and watches as he finally finds someone of his choosing. Took his time he did

"Treasures?" Veranit asks, gaping, then blinks at the blue. "Kostayath?" reaching a hand, he awkwardly pets the dragon. "Yeah, food."

Hil leans back and yawns, arms being raised above his head in a lazy stretch as he watches the last of the clutch make their way off the sands with their lifemates. He turns to Mianyi and smiles. "That was a decisive little one."

Westley grins and even offers a "Congratulations!" with his nod before moving towards the exit. He pauses at the edge of the Sands and awaits to see if they give a final speech here like other Weyrs.

All the eggs are empty and there's nothing but a egg shells scattered about and trampled sand. Pagnisath relaxes, lowering herself to the ground as she sees the last of her newest clutch of offspring lead off with a new rider in tow. The happiness! Mianyi looks from the platform to the remaining candidates - some of which have stood at Eastern for three successive clutches, the poor things - and then begins the typical closing speech. "Thank you all for coming today," she begins, watching Hil from the corner of her eye. Some folks never grow out of that childhood stage of needing a constant watcher. "We're sorry that you did not find your lifemate here on the sands today. You are welcome to stay here at Eastern, or we can arrange for transportation to another weyr." A brief pause as she looks at the candidates. "Our cooks and kitchens have been working hard to produce a feast so that we can celebrate this joyous occasion." In other words - let's get out of the heat and go party. Yay.

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Bronze Treasath and B’rm
Blue Rashneth and Maeliss
Blue Kostayath and Vr’nt
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