Eastern Weyr Hatching Caverns
ROOM DESC
The humming has started at Eastern. True to form, Tzavayth's eggs have begun their hatching dance in the middle of a rainstorm. Lightning and thunder war for dominance overhead and glows have been brought in to add to the lighting of the festive occasion. Tzavayth, ever the non-controlling dam, is curled up to the side, watchful eyes on her brood as she hums, joined by the dragons of her Weyr, and awaits the arrive of her offspring while her mate and both of their lifemates watch on as well.
Let Me Entertain You Egg calls attention to itself with some wild motions, sides bulging outward as the hatchling gets ready to take center stage.
Sailors Nightmare, Sailors Haven Egg wobbles slowly to the left, slowly to the right, then back again before it settles. Is the egg moving or is the island drifting with the egg? No matter, the eggie settles down where it rests once more.
Trevares walks into the Hatching Cavern, from the Candidate/Weyrling Cavern.
Airen walks into the Hatching Cavern, from the Candidate/Weyrling Cavern.
Kayla walks into the Hatching Cavern, from the Candidate/Weyrling Cavern.
Chisri walks into the Hatching Cavern, from the Candidate/Weyrling Cavern.
Vanessa walks into the Hatching Cavern, from the Candidate/Weyrling Cavern.
Zaala walks into the Hatching Cavern, from the Candidate/Weyrling Cavern.
Let Me Entertain You Egg keeps on moving and grooving, the shell now rittled with cracks and fissures. Won't be long now until the hatchling makes it's premier.
Zahleizjah isn't necessarily quick with it, letting the flow of Candidates usher her reluctantly towards the sands. The hot air hits lips and nostrils, singeing as it does. Hearts a racing, and the first egg is already set to blow. A deep breath is taken "Here goes nothing.." she mutters under her breath and to no one in particular, looking down at her disheveled attire.
Chisri makes his way onto the sands, running a hand through his still damp hair. He curses quietly under his breath, grumbling in half annoyance as he runs his hands down the front of his robes. He pauses as he enters, glancing over the familiar view of the eggs on the sand, although now it's not so familiar with the threat of the eggs cracking. Thankfully, Chisri has enough sense in his head to offer the dam a deep bow and then moves over towards the side, shifting in his spot.
Beyond the Sand and Shards Egg moves as if possesed, but as quickly as it starts it stops and goes quiet once again.
Kayla pauses at the edge of the Sands to take a deep breath of the searing air. It was do-or-die time now, no time to wonder or wait or worry. Before she makes her way out to meet her fate, she rests her hand briefly upon Zahl's shoulder, if allowed, offering a smile and murmuring, "Thanks for trying back there." Then she steps back, sweeping a bow to the dam with something of a dramatic flourish, a small show of bravado, as she joins the sea of white robes weaving back and forth upon the scorching Sands.
Vanessa has a look of pure terror and panic on her expression briefly as the line of candidates are marched onto the Sands. It's all or nothing now and instinctively her gaze sweeps to where the eggs are at. "Moving." she squeaks breathlessly. Then they are close enough now to bow towards the dam and sire so she sweeps a low bow towards them. Scurrying now across the hot sands she moves right to the right side of Chisri and plants herself there. "One moved!" she whispers. "Lookit." she points excitedly to the Beyond the Sands and Shards egg.
Let Me Entertain You Egg stops suddenly, all is quiet….With a mighty push and a loud CRACK! the shells disappears and there stands a darkened hatchling instead. Hello Pern! I'm ready for my Close up NOW.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Silent Performer Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A shadow of a hatchling and nothing more it seems. Wings unfurl and stretch outward in their shadowy way, casting odd images against the walls of the hatching cavern when the light glances against them in just a certain way. Darkness seems to have consumed the whole of this creature, as if it is hodling its breath on the pretense of making a silent but grand entry. Pefectly turned limbs send it across the sands, with only the barest of sounds coming forth.
Zaala is somewhere at the tail end of the group, looking behind her one last time to make sure no one was left behind after R'sian's warnings. She's hurries along though, stepping behind Airen, Trevares, and Zahl. Zahl's mutter is heard and Zaala actually nudges her as she steps up beside the older girl, "Just remember how they felt when you touched them." That's her random piece of advice as the group starts to split in all directions. She puts a head bob in their for the respect of sire and dam, losing herself to the flow of those scattering about the eggs. She decides to press her luck and stand relatively across the one that has interested her the most.
Airen looks tired, traipsing along behind a few other candidates in hopes of using them as shields against whatever might be next. He's heard of what happens at hatchings, seen some of the after effects too. He shifts near Zaala, giving her a bit of a grin as well as Trevares who is nearby as well. The dragonet that's already hatched gets a look over. Seems harmless, maybe? He can't get a very good look at it, at any rate. "Is that one out already?"
Trevares follows along with the others out onto the sand, only pausing with the other in order to bow to the sire and dam. Once that is over he moves onwards, finding a spot next to Zahle, though with enough space at either side for another to join, which Zaala takes over the spot. He glances to Zaala, a slight nod seen before taking in a faint breath. Right, remember what it was like in the past. Once the eggs start to move around he is letting his gaze flick over them quietly taking them in. He catches sight of Airen and offers a slight grin back. "Good luck Airen." The techie passes on to the other before here is talk of one of the eggs hatching which gets his attention.
Chisri glances over towards Nessa, offering her a wide grin as he glances towards the shaking egg…or…it was shaking until the dragon hatched out of it. "Shards, they're a lot bigger than what I thought they were going to be." Chisri mumbles to himself, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that Nessa is still alright. "You going to be okay, Nessa?" Another glance to the dragon, "You can't even tell what color it is…it's so dark."
Silent Performer Hatchling looks up then around, preening a little and stretching. Yes this one is made for the stage and it wants the attention of all around it. With a creel it sets off at a near dead run for one so small, wings flapping madly. Those white things are what it wants and it charges the line, inspecting them all as quickly as possible.
As if on que lightening and thunder begin to fill the night skies, the lights in the hatching cavern go out for a short time until backup glow baskets can be opened by AWLMs that rush out onto the sands and set them about. "Storm knocked out the main power Ma'am." one calls out towards Fi. "The backup source isn't wanting to kick over for us so it's back to old fashioned glows for now."
Zahleizjah bows her head deeply as thick soled sandals pad out on to the sands. There's a smile of comfort as the reassuring hand of Kayla and murmur is met with a "Think nothing of it and you're welcome.." She smiles and is less graceful, with a bit of a shuffling trip as they all work on lining up. Nervous glances are sent across the group and before she knows it, a hatchling appears. Eyes squint and she peers towards the Silent Performer, saying to Zaala "Whassa.. yeah.. good thinking but I.. can't seem to make out any descriptors of that one.." looking towards Trev with a smile as he steps up beside her.
Kayla lofts an eyebrow as the first hatchling breaks shell, grinning to herself. "Ha, that one didn't waste any time, did they?" It was difficult to tell in the ambient light what color the wee mite was, exactly, but there was no help for it. And… history seemed to be repeating itself, drawing a groan from perhaps one of the oldest Candidates on the Sands. "Fardles… not the lights -again-, didn't they fix those after the last time?"
Sailors Nightmare, Sailors Haven Egg begins to sway a little once more, to the left and lazily to the right until the egg swings left again, slamming into it's shelled clutchmate! Crack! Who's steering this thing?! A fissure of cracks spread across the shell before it calms once more.
Vanessa yelps, startled, as the lights go out. She edges a bit closer to Chisri so that maybe she's a tad behind one shoulder of his. "I'm fine!" she squeaks and then tries to convince herself she really /is/ fine. "Where is it? Is he close?" she asks quickly.
Zaala hears Kayla and looks over, "What do you mean last time?" Her tone is drawling with cynicism, though of course at that point the lights are out and the glows are the only thing to offer them feeble vision with. She licks her lips a little, jarred between Airen, Trevs, and whoever else happens to be moving in all those shadows.
Silent Performer Hatchling has found the one for it. Yes this one, this chubby girl with tears running down her face, the one all scared to death. With a softer creel the hatchling stops before a Eastern born girl, rubbing against her "Tarsith! Yes Tarsith I'm yours always. No more tears I swear it." Poor Darby wipes a gritty hand over her face as she looks around. "This is Tarsith and she won't let any of you make me cry again."
With a triumphant cry the Silent Performer Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Made for the Stage Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Creamy, minty fresh green dances over the delicate features of this mid-sized green. Her form is touched here and there by darker shades to enhance her features and form without detracting from it. Her color deepens and becomes richer and bolder as it flows down over her neck and body like the svelte lines of a custom made gown. Pale are her wingsails, like her face, touched by enhancing lines of deeper tones to give a far more elegant appearance. Glossy emerald flecks upon her chest glimmer like a gemstone necklace held in place by a winding line of finely wrought golden chain. Tapered and gracefully created limbs support her, giving fluid motion that comes with being a beauty that was made for both stage and more.
Chisri glances up at the lights when they go out, chewing on his lower lip. "Shards, they don't expect us to put up with sharding nonsense do they? You can't even sharding /see/" He glances over his shoulder as he feels Nessa behind him. "I don't know, can't really see anything. Can you? I think we'll be alright, so long as we pay attention." A glance out to the sand, pay attention to what?
After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.
Chaotic Mass Egg refuses to be ignored, striding forward suddenly with a mighty whirl across the sands, turning its colors into a psychedelic mish-mash of spinning, cutting violently against the sand until it suddenly stills.
Sailors Nightmare, Sailors Haven Egg sways again, the egg shifting in the sands before the pieces break apart revealing an eggwet hatchling! The lower half stays on the sands, the upper remains over the dragonet as it begins a sideways shuffle across the sands.
Crashes cause the air to vibrate, the winds kick up outside in the bowl, lightening flashes cause shadows and more to play over the walls of the cavern.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Are the Stars Shining Tonight? Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From it's broad head and high head knobs, down to the tip of it's dangerous whip-like tail, this hatchling was built for true power. Ashen hues cascade across this dragonet's deep chest and muscular shoulders, spilling across it's sides where it trickles down powerful hind quarters as though this dragonet fought against the darkness with brute force. Those brilliant tones pool down between strong talons, the very tips ornate in flawless ivory. Running down the top of it's snout, across high neck ridges cut flecks of white through the surging waves of the dark, spraying across billowing sails of immense wings as though they capture formidable waves of the night within wide spar reach. The same white pools around the base of this hatchling's eyes, bringing light to the heavily shadowed ridges over each. Dominant in stature, it's large form is held high with an air of authority. Even if it's feet are much to large for it's still growing frame.
Zahleizjah squeaks as the lights go out, reaching a hand out for the two nearest her wobbly position on the sands. "Well now.. this should be interesting." She faintly hears her name called in encouragement from the stands, A'dmar? M'kal? Who knows? The glows make only the closest of things visible and all she can do is try to keep breathing and stand still in her patched shreds of a white robe. Cue more eggs a shaking and another hatchling, honeyed eyes are fixed, kind of.
Trevares catches sight of the moving hatchling and then it's lights out everyone. His gaze snaps around trying to figure out what just happened and a faint mutter escapes him. "Not again." Hearing Zaala he reaches out to touch her arm slightly to make sure he knows where about she is. "There was a hatching a while back where the lights went out. I thought we had it all fixed." Seems like they didn't.
Vanessa shakes her head. "With the glows it's so hard to see really." she admits. Drawing a slow breath inwards she steadies her nerves a bit once the first hatchling finds a mate among the white robed candidates. "It's okay…just need to watch more carefully." she's clearly trying to calm her own nerves. "How did they ever do without lights before?" poor girl's only used to lights and not glows! Still though she stays slightly behind Chisri. Just in case. Squinting some she peers towards the shapes of the eggs and now one hatchling.
Kayla has just enough time to mutter, "After," to Zahl, and… Impression! She grins wide, unable to keep from clapping for the new pair even if she wanted to. "Wonderful, congrats!" But with the lights so dim, the hatchlings coming one after the other, felicitations are short-lived, and it is back to keeping a watchful eye upon the Sands—and hopefully, remain intact.
Airen purses his lips as he starts to get accustomed to the darkness, at least as much as a person can. "Again?" He asks as well, since he isn't sure that it's happened before or not. Either way, hints of light from the storm illuminate things from time to time, and he squints to make sure that there's no dragon bowling their way towards him. He arches a brow as he hears the Eastern candidate find the dragon in the darkness. "I guess it'll lead to an interesting after hatching, sorting out who got what and whatnot. I would guess the people betting on colours are distraught." He says with a glance towards the galleries.
Chisri reaches out to steady Zah when she comes close, "You alright there, Zah? Don't trip now, you'll probably get run over or something with as fast as this is happening." A glance is shot towards the sands, frowning deeply in thought. He clearly doesn't like what he sees, or rather, what he cannot see. "They need better lighting in here, maybe something like Xanadu used to have with the emergancy lights for when the power goes out."
Beyond the Sand and Shards Egg splinters like a bottle cracking as it hits the ground. Flecks of shell fly outward with force that some might even hit a candidate or two.
Zaala crosses her arms as she shifts from foot to foot, hearing something come her way about impression. Who knows, she can only guess at shadows and such as they are weaving back and forth in front of her. Her imagination fills in the rest. Trevares seems to fill her in on why Kayla said it was happening -again-… making Zaala smirk, "Who knows, this might be the new tradition." There's a little glance over toward the galleries at Airen's comment, a sneer of agreement, "That must be absolutely tragic for them. I hope you didn't wager anything."
Steaming Pile of Tasty Egg gives a slow shudder, a shy little hop that brings it wiggling closer to the wall.
Zahleizjah lets out a quick congratulations to the newly Impressed pair as they pass by. Head wobbles a bit and raven locks fly about as the heat glistening has not yet started to form mats of hair on her head. Or maybe she's still trying to steady herself? Chisri's support comes at the perfect time. "Phew, thanks.. I needed that. I'll be ok.." Though being run over doesn't sound that bad right now. "Tradition.." she doesn't mean to, but this is scoffed slightly as more eggs are a shakin in their shells.
Jannen walks into the Hatching Cavern, from the Candidate/Weyrling Cavern.
Trevares chuckles a touch as he hears Zaala while looking after the newly hatch dragon and the one that was picked. "Maybe. Still I thought it was fixed." He is pondering this at the moment actually, gaze drifting off towards where he is rather sure there is a few he knows busy with trying to get the lights back on.
Kayla 's attention is drawn by the shimmying of one of her favorite eggs, leaving her with no time to dodge the flying shards of shell heading towards some of the Candidates. She lets out a hiss, hopping a bit and favoring her right side, butfor oncekeeping the colorful metaphors to herself. Hopefully, others were more fortunate!
Chaotic Mass Egg strikes again! It cuts across the sands whirling and whamming /right/ into one of its clutchmates, leaving a huge split in its side through which dark flashes of frantic movement can be seen.
Are the Stars Shining Tonight? Hatchling thrashes from side to side, throwing open clumsy wings to send the remaining egg shards out of it's way! Shame the momentum from the hatchlings awkward dragonet movements sends it sprawling to the floor. It rumbles, large head shaking from side to side before pushing back up on large paws and back to finding it's person to wipe the rest of the egg mess off on. Okay, maybe not it's person but someone deserving of having egg slime wiped all over them.
Lightening flashes, illuminating parts of the sands for brief moments only to be followed crashes of thunder that cause the air to seemingly vibrate with its intensity.
Beyond the Sand and Shards Egg falls to pieces, the puzzled hatchling standing there in the half light.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Smoke in the Bottle Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shadows nearly hide the jagged patterning upon this well built hatchling, giving the hide a baggy perhaps loose appearance. The curves of snout and jowels are more deeply hidden, masking the depth of the slant up to eyes and 'ridges. A long neck, sharp shoulders, rounded barrel chest so hard to fully make out as the weak light cast on the sands flickers and waves. Wings spread forth to offer balance as inky limbs spread out as the hatchling makes ready begin its trek.
Chisri grins over at Zah, "No problem, Zah, don't want you to burn yourself on the sand falling and everything." Chisri glances towards the sand, trying to figure out what he's missed in the last couple of minutes while he was helping Zahleizjah's balance. "I think there's a dragon out there," He frowns slightly, narrowing his eyes as the lightning flashes but it's too quick to see anything properly. "Faranth this is such a sharding pain in the ass. "
Vanessa nudges her elbow into Chisri's side. "The lights will get fixed soon. Don't worry so! And you shouldn't curse in front of the young dragons. What if they hear you and start cussing too?"
Jannen is, for the most part, standing alone a pace away from the other candidates. He's done this two times before and he's not feeling very confident. The heat of the sands and the darkness doesn't help either as he shifts nervously from foot to foot. Unlike Kayla he's not afraid to whisper a quiet curse when the eggshells fly, hopefully out of earshot of the other candidates. "Shards…Huh, I wonder if that's where it started from?" The curse he means.
Spirits of the Scorched Earth Egg begins to contract and expand, an ominous thumping flowing forth from its shell as if the object itself had been transformed into a living heart.
Airen shakes his head, "No, I never wager on these things." He admits, shifting so he can try and see out on the sands and see if there's anything out there. Shadowed forms, and egg shells? He gets missed in the shrapnel, luckily, and peers a little more. "I think that first one was a green… Maybe. This is rough. I thought we'd be able to see better." He laments, because how is he supposed to get out of the way of things he can't see so clearly. That, and the rain… more than he bargained for.
Zahleizjah is mostly gasps and meeps, a little bit of dodging as tiny bits of goo and shell are flung right on to her rather stylish robe. Eyes are drawn towards the Chaotic mass whizzing across the sands, then to the newest Hatchling, and on to clumsy gooey wanderer. "Oh my…" is about all she can manage, leaning in to Chisri softly for a moment with a nod and chuckle "I think so too.." she agrees, shifting in her spot, eyes closed for the time being before they open and attempt to seek out the source of that thumping sound. And breathe!
Chisri rolls his eyes in annoyance at Nessa, "Oh come /on/ Nessa? Who gives a flying wherry if I'm cursing?" Chisri snorts quietly, shaking his head as he wraps his arms about his chest. "I highly doubt the dragons are going to start cursing just because I'm cursing. And if they do? Well, good for them, I could sharding care less." He wrinkles his nose, glancing out onto the sand in a non-than-less happy manner. He glances over to Zah, smirking, "You gonna hide behind me too, Zah? Oh alright, fine, go ahead, I'm tall enough for the both of you. Just feed me to the fishes while you're at it."
Zaala murmurs to Airen, "It's good you don't. There's no telling who'll cheat and say which dragon came from which egg and whose to prove them any wiser? We can't rightfully see well enough and we're on the sands." She looks over toward Trevs, offering him a comforting, "Better luck next time gadget."
Trevares shrugs slightly and sends a glance over to Chisri, he smirks slightly. "Hey, calm down Chisri.. Just pay attention to what's around you." Which may be easier said then done at this rate. Bits of shell and slime is getting flung around from somewhere out there after all. "There's a basket of glows behind you and Vanessa, can move it around some maybe?" Breathing is good, yes and so far he is doing fine on that.
Steaming Pile of Tasty Egg is more violent now, taking a spinning leap across the sands and CRACK into another wall.
Are the Stars Shining Tonight? Hatchling saunters with a little swagger, shaking it's little rump all over the sands as it inspects every white thing out there with a level of scrutiny. This one? No, rather lazy. That one? Wrong parts. Those two smell funny… You! The hatchling abruptly stops, turning on it's rather large feet, tripping and falling all over itself! The long tail gets close to shoving down those close by before it's large head loses it's fight with gravity, shoving it's chosen over into the hot sands with it's snout and a surprised warble.
Kayla hops about a bit, settling to one knee in the sand. With quick glances here and there, perhaps a bit chastened and a bit wiser for the wear, she divides her attention between the eggs, the hatchlings, and tearing a thin strip of the hem of her robe free to tie about her lower right leg. There is a sigh of relief from her as it doesn't seem to be too bad, a quick pass of her fingers over her shin confirming that the shell shrapnel did not embed itself in her leg, before ripping a strip of white from her hem and binding up the wound, to be properly tended to later. There is a bit of a wobble as she pushes herself to her feet, but other than still favoring her right, she seems alright. "Everyone okay?" she calls out, a particularly nasty thunderclap nearly drowning her out.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Are the Stars Shining Tonight? Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His Wrath Undoes the Wicked Bronze Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From his broad head and high head knobs, down to the tip of his dangerous whip-like tail, this hatchling was built for true power. Molten hues cascade across this bronzes deep chest and muscular shoulders, spilling across his sides where it trickles down powerful hind quarters as though this dragonet fought against the heated waves of liquid copper with brute force. Those brilliant tones pool down between strong talons, the very tips ornate in flawless ivory. Running down the top of his snout, across high neck ridges cut flecks of gold through the surging waves of bronze and copper, spraying across billowing sails of immense wings as though they capture formidable waves of metals within wide spar reach. The same gold pools around the base of this hatchling's eyes, bringing light to the heavily shadowed sanguine ridges over each. Dominant in stature, his large form is held high with an air of authority. Even if his feet are much to large for his still growing frame.
Chaotic Mass Egg cracks wide open and out stumbles a birth damp dragonet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< The Darkest Soul Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deep tones swallow the hide of this dragon, enveloping it in darkness from nose to tailfork. Only a few places on it show any lighter tone, and even then it's just slightly lighter like flight goggles around the eyes and in twisted, knotted cuffs around each wrist. The wingsails are tight and taught between their spars and painted pure, deep, formless black with just a hint of pattern like herdbeast leather and extending just far enough to be large enough to support the weight, for it's not a small, though the strength runs to the lean more than bulky, creating smooth, powerful lines that sing with power and confidence. There's more black on the head in a near perfect circle. Even the headknobs are unusually round, and they curve down over the back of the skull like a protective cap, a thin strip of black sliding down around and under the jaw. Each of its claws is tipped in silver, the only real light in this dark dragon.
Smoke in the Bottle Hatchling moves with a defined grace, the sand and shards crackling beneath is feet like glass on the floor. A wobble here and there offers a brief glance as curves and more before the light dims again in the hatching cavern. Wings spread out for balance as it picks up speed heading without fail towards the candidates, with all the speed it picks up the poor hatchling passes right by the line and ends up behind them. Even better for it to sneak up on the one it will finally decide upon.
Bertha stands there amongst the candidates, snorting like a pug and she picks her nose. No one can see her in the dark right? She tilts her head from side to side, listening out for the hatchlings until she can see where they're at. She knows what she's doing! This is the manly-woman candidates seventh time out on the sands. She knows what she's doing.
R'sian hides back with the weyrlingmasters, running fingers through his disasterous hair to make it look somewhat decent. Nothing he can do about the striped pajamas, though. "Hope these spectators don't think they can leave their garbage in the stands when this is over. I'm going to hunt them all down and make them take it all with them! HISS. The greenrider turns to the crowd and SCOWLS.
Zahleizjah can't really tell what exactly is going on right now, the flurry of confusion and shells, hatchlings and Impressions. She's feeling a bit dizzy and gulps, breaths deepening to slightly audible, which may be kinda creepy darkness considered. "Sorry Chis.. can I hide beside ya at least?" Potty mouth and all, she needsta lean something serious right now, a sidewards glance towards the scowling, striped pajama clad R'sian.
Two claws emerge from the crack in Steaming Pile of Tasty Egg and it flexes and stretches, then splits, leaving only a washed-out hatchling in its wake.
Chisri glances over at Trev, "Hey, I'm paying attention to what I'm doing. But how in Faranth's name are we supposed to pay attention to what's going on when we very well can't /see/." Chisri curses quietly under his breath, glaring out onto the sands as if his ire alone can make the lights go on. Are they on yet? No? Oh well. He glances over towards Zahleizjah, letting out a quiet woosh of air, "Yeah, sure, you can hide behind me if you'd like."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Just a Magic Touch Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This dragon is faded to white, whisps of only slightly darker color overtop. This dragon is lithe and fluid from long, whipping tail and a narrow neck. The limbs are shorter than average and its toned belly just barely avoids dragging. There's a slump to the way the wings hang, like it's trying to seem smaller than it is, but when they fully extend, they are expansive and flooded with patterning and shade. The only part of this dragon that seems to actually /pop/, like a hidden treasure in the plainest of dragons.
Smoke in the Bottle Hatchling nudges this candidate and that with it's snout, dismissing them with a snort. None seem just right at all, no this will not do. It passes by a pair of hand holding female candidates and lets out a huge draconic sneeze, sending egg goo and more flying about while some clings to its face. Finally it moves on to a clump of male candidates and there is one that sparks the hatchlings attention. Yes, that one, the boy digging a fingertip into his right ear. "What Salasith? I heard you just fine my ear just itches." The boy pauses then uses his robe hem to wipe the slim from the dragons face "You need a bath and now so do I." Turning towards one of his friends with a grin he proclaims "I am not Vodakin any more, it's V'kin and this is my Salasith."
With a triumphant cry the Smoke in the Bottle Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Broken Bottles Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jagged seeming patterning upon the hide of this well built green gives the look of wrinkles that aren't even there. Rounded curves upon her snout and jowels shoot upward along the slant of her forehead before cresting in emerald waves over and around wide set eyes and craggy eyeridges. Tiny tracing lines break up the gentle lines of her long neck, offering the imagery of broken pieces brough together in the shifting shades of leafy green. Her body is a mix of sharp lines and barrel like curves, with her shoulders jutting outward in tones of fresh mowed grass while the curves of her chest and belly are the same hue though softened by paler waves of those tones before turning back to the points of her hips. Limbs both fore and rear are ever deepening shades of conifers, becoming all the more dark upon perfectly form paws with shard sharp claws in murky bronze. Sweeping wings of deep, storm tossed seafoam caress her shoulders with unremarkable sails and spars.
After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.
Vanessa is fine and she calls out softly towards the direction of Kayla. "I'm fine. You okay?" she asks worriedly. Still taking deep breaths to keep her nerves calm she peers into the glow light sands to try to place where hatchlings and eggs are at.
The Darkest Soul Hatchling takes a moment to let the goop and shards slide from its dark wings, then raises its head, darkly whirling eyes harshly studying each candidate. It doesn't wait for a moment of calm, it simply rushes forward, buzzing the line of candidates and spraying them with sand kicked up by one trailing wing before spinning at speed and running past to do it again. Testing them.
Never Accept Defeat Egg wiggles to it's left, right, left, right, left, right, wiggle! Just like the ticking of a clock, wiggling in cadence before abruptly coming to a disciplined stillness.
Several flashes of lightening come one after another after another, causing shadows the play over the walls in all sorts of distorting shapes and figures. For several long moments after the last flash there is near silence until again the thunder beats down, causing startled shrieks from people in the galleries as well as a few candidates on the sands.
Kayla 's eyes narrow as she peers through the glow-touched blackness at what seems a truly ghostly hatchling. She can't help a bit of a smile at the hidden beauty within this one. "Oh, now aren't you a gorgeous one?" She turns when she hears Vanessa calling out to her. "Huh? Yeah, I'm okay, just grazed by one of those fardling shards."
Trevares chuckles as he hears Zaala. "Hey… Not my problem at the moment. I can't do much at the moment after all." He points out with an amused tone at the idea. The nickname she uses for him will never get old that is for certain. There is a pause, something is there, pressing and there is a rush of hot sand getting flung from a tail out towards the ones that are close by. His arm lifts up in time to block some of it and then there is something else getting shoved against him, and before he can stop and gather his wits he is pushed backwards into the sands with a slight grunt escaping him at the effort. The sand is hot, he can feel it through the robes he has on though isn't attempting to escape as there is now a large head getting pushed down against him? Well that wasn't planed. "Draukaith" He has no idea what he knows this name that is trickling into his head though he can think on it later. "T'rev?" Another question for later, though it soon dawns on him that is now his name. "Food… Right, let's get going." His bright gaze flicks towards the ones nearby before moving the hatchling so he can get up and get them both moving.
Jannen hears the rushing sounds of the dragonet rushing by somewhere near and dodges sideways a bit and decides that maybe there is safety in numbers, edges closer to Chisri. "Hey, I know all the lights were working properly this week before, I helped fix the generator," he scratches his head as more Impressions are made. Huh.
Spirits of the Scorched Earth Egg begins to rock, small fissures appearing on its surface. Scarlet ichor begins to run from the cracks, filling the air with the smell of iron-infused blood.
Just a Magic Touch Hatchling looks like it would rather be back in its egg. Pale limbs draw in close and so do patterned wings, creating the impression of a little dragon huddled in on itself to hide from the world. Eve the head dips down, nearly touching the sands. He'll just stay right here.
Airen isn't prepared for sprays of sand coming towards them, getting a little of it square in the eye which makes him make a really interesting noise and trying not to rub at it. "Ow." He grumbles, but it's something that'll pass soon, once his eye waters enough to get rid of the sand in it. But, it is making seeing what's going on just that much harder. "Trev? One of them picked you?" He asks, though realizes that his candidate shield is going to start dwindling as more Impressions are made.
Chisri lifts up a hand as he's sprayed suddenly with sand. "Faranth, now we're getting sand thrown at us. Watch where you're going, sharding dragon." Chisri brushes off the bits of sand off of his clothes and then eyes the state of his hair. Is there sand in his hair? He turns his eyes up as if he can see through his skull. No? Perfect. Chisri glances over towards Jannen, arching a brow, "Yeah? Well, apparently you didn't do a very good job of fixing the generator. Because they're quite clearly broken." Obvious much? A finger points at where the lights used to be.
Zaala steps back… egg goo, shards, and now flying sand! Her hands are up to try and deflect anything coming her way. And while she was speaking to Trevares, it does seem as if her friend gets preoccupied rather quickly, having to leap aside to try not to get tangled in that mess. "T'rev…?" she repeats, watching with fascination and warmth as he does impress, "Draukaith… Are you two alright?" Not that she expects an answer, clearly. Instead, she tries to watch out for any other fly by dragons.
Vanessa shifts her weight from foot to foot anxiously. "Oh…Trevares?" she hears him saying the name of the bronze who pushed him down. "Is he okay?" she peers around Chisri towards the now bronze weyrling. "Congratulations, T'rev!" "Oooh, I think I saw that one move." she cries out excitedly, gesturing towards the Spirits eggs.
Zahleizjah jumps and tries to refrain, but this time she is one of those who lets out a hearty squeal as she does, indeed, end up hiding behind Chisri. "This sucks.." she whispers, the dismay immediately replaced with joy as T'rev finds his lifemate. "Oh wow.. congratulations dear.." she manages before attentions are drawn back towards that interesting smell and the egg that was ominously beating just moments earlier.
Kayla grins from ear to ear, raising a victorious fist into the air with a cheer. "Congrats, T'rev! I knew you could do it!" But… what was that -stench-? Ugh! Her nose twitches, and she lets out a hearty sneeze, just managing to cover her mouth. "Shards… what in Faranth's name…?"
The Darkest Soul Hatchling doesn't slow as it speeds past the candidates again, then screeeches to a halt, throwing up more sand, spraying down the crude lad it's stopped before with the coarse material.
Bertha snorts once more and lifts one arm, sniffing a bit before lowering and sniffing another. She shrugs, lowering both before returning her attention back to the sands. "Weren't me."
With a triumphant cry it seems that the The Darkest Soul Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!
Jannen snorts. "There's more'n'one of us workin' on it," he says, and then his attention is caught by something else. "Oh wait a go T'rev!" he says, with a little hand clap. "Wish I could see it all.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Outlaw of Many Worlds Brown Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deep chocolate swallows his hide, enveloping him in darkness from nose to tailfork. Only a few places on his hide show any lighter tone, and even then it's just the slightly lighter klah like flight goggles around his eyes and in twisted, knotted cuffs around each of his wrists. His wingsails are tight and taught between their spars and painted pure, deep, formless black with just a hint of pattern like herdbeast leather and extending just far enough to be large enough to support his weight, for he's not small example of his color, though his strength runs to the lean more than bulky, creating smooth, powerful lines that sing with power and confidence. There's more black on his head in a near perfect circle. Even his headknobs are unusually round, and they curve down over the back of his skull like a protective cap, a thin strip of black sliding down around and under his jaw. Each of his claws is tipped in silver, the only real light in this otherwise swarthy man.
Spirits of the Scorched Earth Egg begins to beat faster and faster, shuddering as pieces of shell begin to give away. The small pieces fall to the ground, almost as if the egg were disintegrating. What remains in its wake is the lengthy form of a newly hatched dragon coated in a dark sheen of thick ichor which drips down, staining the ground beneath maroon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Blood-stained Hands of Mercy Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Veins course through opalescent daggers, forming the claws of this lean dragon. Each deadly instrument originates from a slender limb coated in flakes As they race upwards, the scale-like discs blend together, creating a that flows over well defined muscles, hiding them beneath a blanket of darkness. The shadowy umbra begins to soar as it reaches the dragon's chest, rippling skywards before wrapping itself around tapered muzzle and sharp jawline. Streams through the night canvas, fashioning a mask from which two intense orbs stare out. The vibrant swirls of color housed in each large eye contrast starkly each jagged spinal ridge. Cinders flood paper-thin wings in a single gleaming sheet whose edges curl in upon themselves, crackling and burning with . From beneath near-translucent wingsails comes a hushed glow , which encircles each structure in a dull halo of light. The true spectacle however, is what lies below this inky guise. What was thought to be a cloudy aura shining through, reveals genuine brilliance when wings flare. Wispy jets weave together, writhing hypnotically to form ever-shifting patterns that tease and beckon. Lustrous bands braid through the , like thick ribbons of precious stone hidden amongst dilapidated ruins. The luminous phosphorescence entrances and mesmerizes while carving its mark on the dragon's sinewy body, but takes its splendor no farther than the wings. For if that were to spread, covering long frame and tail, all secrets would be given away, and it is only when time is taken to explore heavily obscured depths that genuine worth is discovered.
Never Accept Defeat Egg jerks as a single crack erupts across the center of the shell, wrapping all the way around before the egg settles once more.
Just a Magic Touch Hatchling relents. It must choose a partner. It must! It's drawn towards the line at a steady pace, stopping before a mousy girl of barely fourteen turns who hugs him around the head, "Yes, Paith, I'll be your Ch'k!"
With a triumphant cry the Just a Magic Touch Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Spirit of the Piemaker Blue Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He's so breezy he's almost white, thin whisps of sky blue dust over a pale blue hide. All of him is lithe and fluid from long, whipping tail and a narrow neck. His limbs are shorter than average and his toned belly just barely avoids dragging. There's a slump to the way his wings hang, like he's trying to seem smaller than he is, but when they fully extend, they are expansive and flooded with color. The only part of him that seems to actually /pop/, like a hidden treasure in the plainest of dragons.
After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.
Reaping the Bounty of Harvest Egg comes apart like grain running through the fingers of a farmer sending a shadow darkened hatchling tumbling backwards to become coated in a layer of sand that adheres to its hide with the hell of egg goo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Hidden Treasures Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hidden in shadows that cover angles and curves. Darkness hovers over a smallish head, with bright eyes making their mark as they search about. Motion can be glimpsed now and again in the darkness, as limbs move quickly with a stilting step. Wings spread out as if to balance and even with the darkness it's easy to see that they are overly long and almost sticklike. Shadows play against a longish body, slender to the point of being almost too skinny with a tail that's more like a whip cord then anything else.
Zahleizjah gulps again, the dizziness that's common play for her in times like this rushing up towards her head. "Is it getting hotter in here?" she mumbles, knees feeling weak as the Starcrafter is near panting. She wants to be paying attention to the hatchling, especially that one that smells of such strong odiferous iron, it looks large, and glimmers are seen as the light from glows bounce that direction. Must. Stay. Standing.
Chisri curses loudly as he's suddenly sprayed with hot sand. And then there's a brown dragon in front of him, and his eyes are widening. "What in the blazes are you talking about, Ansonth, /of/ course I didn't wash out. Who are you mistaking me for. " And then there's a blinking from the candidate. "Wait…Chi? Couldn't you pick a sharding better name? You know? Something cool? No? Well, I guess it'll do. Fine. I'll get you food, but don't expect me to start running errands for you."
Zaala is somewhere between all the chaos going around, her arms crossed tightly against herself, foot of a toe digging in the sand. She hears Chisri's voice amongst the thrumming and the conversations, trying to pinpoint the lad in all the darkness. Maybe she'll see him later and wish him well. There's a soft smile for Chisri though, saying as an aside to Airen or… whoever is close enough, "He -really- did need that."
Vanessa is still half behind Chisri but suddenly it seems her wall of protection is departing. Crying out in surprise as sand is flung over her a bit with the arrival of the brown, she scoots to her right and watches with wide-eyes as the chocolate brown declares Chisri as his own. "Oh! Oh!" she squeals an high pitched sound of excitement. "I knew it Chi. I just knew it!" quickly though, with her wall of Chisri gone she looks towards the eggs and gives a sound of dismay. Where she thought her favorite egg was is now gone. Oh noes! Quickly she looks for it, her hands writing together now that Chisri will no longer be beside her.
Kayla reaches out towards Zahleizjah again, as much to steady herself as to offer something for the other girl to lean on. "Hang in there, it probably won't be long now… not with the rate they're all breaking shell." Then yet another Impression is made and it's… Chisri? No, Chi. She bursts out laughing, grinning wide. "Congrats!"
Airen rubs at his eye a little, getting some of the sand out of it even though there's still some blurred vision in it. He blinks, trying to see what's going on, and asking, "Chisri? A brown?" He asks for confirmation, what's that make? A couple greens, a bronze and a blue, and.. maybe he's wrong? He doesn't know. "Congrats, Chi." He offers with a grin after to Zaala. "How many left, you think? A few?"
Jannen practically dances. "Ah Congrats to you Chi! Well done!" He smiles a little wry smile at the new name. "Suits you, 'does," he decides. "At least they seem to be finding their lifemates all right, even if we can't see it well enough…" a glance towards the lights above.
Blood-stained Hands of Mercy Hatchling strides forth from the bloody powder that was once its egg, head lifting to stare up at the galleries. Draconic maw opens in a rakish smile, allowing the sharp teeth within to glint while reflecting the dull light cast from the glow baskets above. Muted colors dance in the large orbs that are this hatchling's eyes, eventually moving downwards until the line of white robed humans are found. The dragonet begins to step forward, paws gliding upon the sand as if it were walking upon water. It slips behind the group, movements inaudible. One group of girls is eyed and the dragonet heads directly for them, trickling dark droplets of red liquid in its wake. Head and body brush against the group, liberally staining the pristine white that is their robes with the sticky darkness seems quite akin to human blood.
Never Accept Defeat Egg splits into two clean pieces upon the sands! The eggwet hatching rolls from it's back onto it's feet before letting an ear splitting trumpet free from his small mouth. It marches across the sands, sizing up it's white troop things! You better stand at attention!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Always Place the Mission First Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ashen hues completely coat this chubby little hatching, from the short snout and stubby wings down to it's chunky rump and naturally thick tail. A hazy light shade offers reflections of a waters surface to glisten over the dull hues, fading from it's neck spars down across ribs where they vanish to the underside. Wrapped around the base of this hatchling's tail and hind quarters is a bright band of the same hazy light, like a pair of undies worn proudly. Wings are likely the only remarkable thing about this dragonet; a cascade of peppery tones thickly mottle the sails. A darker backdrop for a single ring of near white that stretches across the spars as if it's wings have a pair of watching eyes to make up for it's own small and beady pair.
Zaala considers Airen with a soft shrug and shake of her head, "I have a feeling it should be over soon. It doesn't last that long." She idly fiddles with her hair, having not had the time to tie it properly. "So far, I know Trevares and Chisri… I'm not sure who else was in there that impressed."
Zahleizjah frowns for just a moment as her leaning post is whisked away, though true happiness rings out as she says "Chi! Congrats to you and Ansonth!" There's not time for much more, besides a nod in agreement as she catches Zaala's comment. There this group of ladies stand, one wobbling about no doubt. Her hand reaches towards Kayla's as contact is made. "Thanks dear.." it's bot reassuring and not. "Breathe.." she reminds herself, looking towards the ichor-y hatchling as she skates past the Candidates. Then, it's gone, and she thinks she's about to faint, head all a swirl, wondering where that hatchling is creeping, and glad her robe is thrashed if she's one who gets rubbed against.
Vanessa shuffle slides in place, peering about her in the shadows the glows create. Who is she by? Is that a hatchling nearby? Unable to tell for sure she does another sliding shuffle towards the left. Maybe she'll bump into someone? As the last egg splits open and announces its presence her hands go to cover her ears. Loud that one is!
Kayla just manages to clap her hands over her ears as the newest hatchling bellows its challenge to its 'troops', effectively capturing her attention and drawing it away from the red-stained hatchling that seems to be sneaking about behind the group of girls. Which group? Who knows! The bandage on her leg stands out in the dim light, with a small hint of a darker hue staining it, echoing the kiss of iron-touched ichor that probably now stains the robes of some of the girls. "What the… wow, that is the loudest hatchling I've ever hea… ummmm, wait, is there one missing? Where'd that bloody one go?"
Hidden Treasures Hatchling stands, shuddering as it comes to grips with its newest pose. That small head cocks slightly, taking in the dwindling line of white. A look to its mother and the trek begins, but this one does not walk or run like its siblings no it seems to be hopping and skipping as the body continues to shiver and shake. The hatchling weaves in and out of the shadows, in and out of the candidates though it never gets close enough for any to really see its true colors.
Airen is assaulted on all senses, his eyes still burning a little from the sand and now his ears splitting from the creel. People like going to these affairs? He's starting to realize that he's not a big fan of them after all. "This what they're always like?" He asks Zaala, peering to see what's left on the sands. Although, still blurry and dark, it's likely he doesn't see very much unless it's nearly in his face.
Always Place the Mission First Hatchling moves across the sands and streeeeeetches every limb and wing out it's got before settling down. It snorts, shaking it's head from side to side, sniffing the ground beneath it. Then, it straightens up, head held high as it walks a steady line. Examining and peering at the white things as planned. Nope. Nope. No. NO. SHARDING NO. Wait… What are you? The dragonet tilts it's head to the side to figure out what it's looking at. It's in white like the others. It's confused! One thing it's certain of, it doesn't like to be distracted so it peers over at Kayla and bellows. QUIET YOU!
Zaala looks over at Airen, "Well usually you can -see- …" she mutters, still rather stuck hugging herself, as if she were cold - though it's strictly from the nerves no doubt. "Fort's was pretty fast…" she tries to follow the motions, "But this is worse." There's a shudder from her as she goes to pulling her hair over her shoulder and giving it a bit of a yank.
Blood-stained Hands of Mercy Hatchling continues to move along, pacing back and forth beside the group while staying particularly close to the women. It seems to judge each one, listening carefully to their words, watching their demeanors, analyzing their postures. These are hardly the fine specimens it thought they would be. Life is sometimes such delusion outside of the shell! Just as the dragonet seems about to give up, one of the more hefty women reaches out for it…and is quite quickly rebuked as tail gently pushes her to sit on the burning sands below. Pity. Someone should have taught that one bett—There! The dragonet's mouth falls open, breathing in the scent of a kindred soul. There is one that carries the same metallic scent and it is towards said candidate the shadowy hatchling strides to with confidence. /This one/.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Blood-stained Hands of Mercy Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sultan of the Flame-kissed Sands Bronze Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Veins of deep burgundy course through opalescent daggers of harlequin quartz, forming the blood spattered claws of this lean dragon. Each deadly instrument originates from a slender limb coated in flakes of tarnished rust. As they race upwards, the scale-like discs blend together, creating an ebony pool that flows over well defined muscles, hiding them beneath a blanket of darkness. The shadowy umbra begins to soar as it reaches the dragon's chest, rippling skywards before wrapping itself around tapered muzzle and sharp jawline. Streams of molten copper seep through the night canvas, fashioning a mask of burning magma from which two intense orbs stare out. The vibrant swirls of color housed in each large eye contrast starkly with the gray volcanic ash that scatters across each jagged spinal ridge. Platinum cinders flood paper-thin wings in a single gleaming sheet whose edges curl in upon themselves, crackling and burning with obsidian flame. From beneath near-translucent wingsails comes the hushed glow of embers, which encircles each structure in a dull halo of bronze light. The true spectacle however, is what lies below this inky guise. What was thought to be a cloudy aura shining through, reveals genuine brilliance when wings flare. Wispy jets of sepia and honey weave together, writhing hypnotically to form ever-shifting patterns that tease and beckon. Lustrous bands of amber braid through the multi-shaded anarchy, like thick ribbons of precious stone hidden amongst dilapidated ruins. The luminous phosphorescence entrances and mesmerizes while carving its mark on the dragon's sinewy body, but takes its splendor no farther than his wings. For if that sweeping blaze were to spread, covering long frame and lava dipped tail, all secrets would be given away, and it is only when time is taken to explore heavily obscured depths that genuine worth is discovered.
Vanessa nearly leaps out of her skin. That was close. Not too close but close enough she jumps. A look is cast quickly over towards Kayla as she sidles over a bit more to get closer to her friend. Hai there! "I think that one has a lot to say." she whispers as if worried the bellowing hatchling will bellow at her too.
Kayla stands her ground as the rather vocal hatchling bellows right at her, lips curled upwards in a wry smile. "No kidding!" she murmurs to Vanessa, glancing around to take stock of who is who and what is what amidst the Hatching chaos.
Zahleizjah thinks she may not make it and is praying the torture is over soon. No words are spoken and a hand reaches behind her to wipe the remnants that sticky one left on the back of her tattered robe. "Eww.." she says quietly.
Airen is confused for a moment, is it the heat? Is it the sand in his eye? As if the sand wasn't enough, now he's got blood coloured liquid on his forehead too. The bronze in front of him is squinted at, and he reaches forward as though not sure if it's a dream or not. "I don't see anything wrong with R'en." He answers a voice that isn't obvious to others. "Sindrieth, huh… I like it." He decides, sighing a little as reality seeps in and he stands there with a hand on a bronze head he never expected. "I've gutted animals before… Kind of."
More lightning cracks overhead, momentarily lighting the sands in washed out white before casting it again into half darkness.
Zaala glances over as Airen suddenly finds the same distraction as her other friends. It's like a little wrench to the stomach as she steps back to allow the new pair room, "Oh Airen, he's lovely…" she softly smiles turning to find the space all around her empty. "This is … so not good," she grumbles for being out in the open. Yet, she decides to remain where she is, frozen to the spot on the sands, the chill of the thunder and lightning making her shiver once again. That last lightning strike makes her wince, vision spotty afterward. Gotta love the contrast.
Jannen gives a little chuckle as he watches the dragonets and their antics. Then the lightning. "Shards! Its not my favorite passtime jumpin' ye know," he says to no one. He looks up as another impression is made but he doesn't see who it is. "Darn…will check later…s'pose…"
Always Place the Mission First Hatchling continues examining this thing in front of it. It rumbles deep in it's chest before it nudges the candidate in question in the chest. It is a hot mess sammich! The dragonet bellows, grabbing onto the robe of the white hot mess sammich and begins to tug on it a little. You! YOU need discipline and proper training to be a lean mean flying machine! "Oy! Snuffyth! Let go of me!" Bertha says with a snort. She pauses, rubbing her face for a moment. "Yes, yes I'm your Private Bertha! Food! Yes, ma'am!"
With a triumphant cry the Always Place the Mission First Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Keeping the Peace Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Olive hues completely coat this chubby little hatching, from the short snout and stubby wings down to her chunky rump and naturally thick tail. Lime reflections of a waters surface glisten over the dull hues, fading from her neck spars down across her ribs where they vanish to her underside. Wrapped around the base of her tail and hind quarters is a bright band of the same line, like a pair of undies worn proudly. Her wings are likely the only remarkable thing about this green
After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.
Vanessa cringes yet again in preparation of the thunder that is sure to follow the lighting. "Oy…this would be bad to be out in." she declares. Standing solidly next to Kayla now she is calm enough, at least calmer than when she first got inside the caverns. As two more Impress she is all smiles again. "Oh congratulations. How wonderful!" one finds it hard to dampen Vanessa's spirits for too long!
Zahleizjah knows they haven't had the most friendship promising of interactions up to this point, but Zahl reaches for Zaala's hand to share the sentiment, chiming in with a "Airen.. congratulations.. absolutely stunning." She's still a swirling, and looking forward to being removed from the heat, darkness and nasty storminess. "Ugh.." she groans softly, leaning in to Zaala.
Kayla raises an eyebrow at the bellowing green's choice, her jaw dropping for the second time that evening. "Wow. I guess the dragons always know!" It's Impression after Impression, and with the storm raging, lightning flashing, and thunder rumbling, it's difficult to keep track of who is who! "Congrats!" she calls out in general, smiling and clapping.
Hidden Treasures Hatchling stands near female candidates, one with dark hair the other with pale hair. The shivering does not wane, no it increases as the little one gives an excited warble that ends with a pair of chirping squeeks! Which one, which one, it's so hard to choose. She steps towards the darker haired one, sniffling then sneezing loudly and shaking its head before turning abruptly towards the lighter haired girl. Yes this one is it, the one it has been looking for all this time, the one that will complete everything it has in its mind. A sharp edged snout presses into her midsection even as the dragonett sneezes again, spraying her with sand and more down the front of the lower portion of her robe.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Hidden Treasures Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Treasure of the Harvest Gold Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A small angular head is drizzled in deep honey gold's, high eye ridges stand out sharply with lighter hues of paler creams that are dappled with hints of green, blue, and bronze as if a crown has been settled there. An overly defined snout and wide nares seem odd yet blend well with the complete package that is this gold. Her neck carries again those tones of honey before transitioning into the rich color of barley that descends the steep arch that is too thin, making the neck ridges too sharp, and again far to angular for one so small. Her thinness carries onward into the overly defined slope of her back where barley lightens by a few degrees where it slides down over her thin sides offering hints of shadows where her sides suck in over her chest and concave belly. Wings jut outward in sharp angles, spars pointed at the joints, membranes seemingly pulled to tightly over to create sails that are an opaque gold while spars again are a amber gold tone. Hind quarters with pointed hips lead down to the straight boney lines that are her tail, color deepening here to a more bronze kissed gold at the tail spade. Small fore and back paws are deep gold that have been dipped in loamy brown making those cocoa claws seem all the more odd against the rest of her.
Vanessa finds it hard indeed to keep track. So much going on and suddenly there seems to much less as each egg cracks and their occupants find life mates. "They know." she says with a giggle towards Kayla, clearly amused by Bertha's impression. Suddenly though the shape of a dragonette is so close. Close enough that the wedge-shaped head is in her midsection, knocking her breathless a moment. Then it's more than just that action that is leaving her breathless and her mind numbed. "Ceresth? Oh Ceresth!" her arms are thrown around the golden head in a hurry. "We'll get you food right away with the others!" her eyes are shining bright with unshed tears of joy.
Fi looks up from her conversation with S'rok as Tzavayth croons a welcome to her newest daughter. The former technician gets to her feet, finally stepping down off the platform to face those left behind, "Thank you for your time and your patience in standing for our clutch. It seems your dragons were not out here tonight, but perhaps you'll find them in the future. You're all welcome to stay on in Eastern as long as you'd like, but do remember to be quiet around the new dragonets while you speak with their new riders."
Zaala looks surprised at Zahl's hand there but instead of pulling away from it, she simply nods. Her gaze drifts over toward the older woman at the groan, "Woah, don't be getting sick on me please."
R'sian crosses his arms over his chest for a moment before moving back into the shadowy depths from which is moody self came. "Jerks better take their mess with them." HRMPH.
Zahleizjah nods "I think I need to go.. congrats everyone.. and thank you.." with that she barely pulls herself together to depart from the sands, gather her things and head back to her hut.
Nadina moves to stand near R'sian, "Now darling, don't sound that way." she whispers softly. "It could be alot worse, we could have torn up candidates out there to get patched up or injured hatchlings."
Kayla presses her lips together but still smiles, stepping back away from Vanessa. "Congratulations, she murmurs". A quick glance around tells her that the storm, inside at least, is over. She nods towards her sister, bowing towards Tzavayth before addressing her. "I'll be moving on to Xanadu, sis. Ever since Syra stepped down, that's probably the best place to continue my studies." She steps back with a lingering look at the last family she really has left, before turning about quickly and striding off the Sands.
Jannen jumps suddenly. "Well its over? Well then, 'nuff is 'nuff," he mutters, and leaves the sands without another word, except one. "Better go check those generators…"