2017-02-18: Isanath and Marzoth's Eggs Hatch (28th PC Clutch)

Monaco Bay Weyr - Hatching Sands
The sand of the cavern stretches out to all sides, searing hot at all times of the day from the geothermal heat that this extinct volcano provides. With only the very top of the cavern open to the elements, allowing vision of the sky and the occasional shower through, but little more. Thick with dark sand, imported and sifted for its extreme fineness and silken feel, this cavern is home to the Queens during their brooding and their multitude of eggs. Off to one side is a risen platform for the Queen's rider and her mate's rider, allowing them a rest from the heat their dragons endure.


The sound of humming dragons echoes around the weyr, hard to miss even with all the sounds of construction in the bowl - whatever's going on down that giant hole is certainly taking its time. But all things end up on pause when the dragons start to hatch, and for once Aliona is on time! making it to the sand before the first even begins to wobble. Apparently none are as shocked as she is, if her facial expression is anything to go by at least. Still she squares her shoulders and makes a sedate-ish walk across to lean against Isanath's foreleg.

Marzoth and S'dny are waiting there on the sands. Marzoth watching over the eggs with an eagle eye as the candidates make their way onto the sands to meet their destinies. Syd waits on the sands near Marzoth also watching as the candidates make their way in, "Here we go again." he says quietly to the weyrwoman.

To Aide My Kingdom Egg gives a single ominous shake and a tiny speck of shell gently floats towards the ground.

Vyvienne looks around as she follows her fellow robed candidates out onto the sands. She stumbles, thinking it's a rock, but no. It's just a teeny weeny Brungin! "Sorry!"

The Marks From Home Egg shifts in the sands leaning over to one side before it comes back to how it was sitting previously. Almost as if it was waving to you to get your attention, but the moment is gone and it sits silent once more.

Kaitlyn and the rest of the candidates enter, all of them looking like they have a case of nerves to some degree, whether light or heavy. Once all the white-robes are out on the sweltering Sands, all of them seem to act as a unit, and give the clutch parents their bows of respect, whether small or deep. The dancer's own is deep, with a a graceful flourish. She positions herself between Jazhira and Jiasle, grey eyes open, awaiting what comes next.

Aliona grins over to S'dny and nods, "Ain't a moment too soon neither. Didn't think Izzy'd put up with Fuerioth much longer. One gold on the sands't a time, much better." As the candidates come out she falls silent, looking over to them with a faint, slightly wistful, smile.

Jazhira straightens from her bow, shooting a glance towards the clutch of eggs before taking a deep breath and stepping smartly onto the sands. Keeping near Kaitlyn, with her own faithful Telgari shadow at her back, the glassblower prepares to face the finale of this chapter of her life with… something approaching dignity. Maybe.

From a Catalogue Egg twitches slightly, elongating for a moment as if someone had grabbed its tip and was trying to tear it in two.

Jiasle walks with a nervous, taut energy along with the group of candidates as she heads onto the sands from the barracks. As Jiasle straightens from her bow, her face is one of calm control, but her eyes glimmer slightly with her nervousness as she moves, staying maybe a half step behind the tall flamehaired dancer despite her shorter stride while trying not to get caught up by any of the other candidates as she watches the eggs.

To Aide My Kingdom Egg gives a solid shake this time and cracks form along the sides in extremely haphazard pattern.

Quinn finishes ushering in the last of the Candidates before taking up a position along one of the walls, chewing on her lower lip in anticipation as she studies the line of white robes and then the rattling eggs.

Brungin is used to getting stepped on as he walks in, it is alright Vyvienne. He wears his freshly pressed robe that someone in the galleries makes a comment that it looks more like a pillow case. He is short he is alright with this, makes it easier to dodge dragons and push people into the line of fire.

The Marks From Home Egg once more comes to life with a crack appearing around the middle equator of the egg. Soon the hatchling inside will be joining the world. Though for the moment it settles back unmoving.

Vyvienne did bow and do the thing. shh. She sways a bit on her feet, moving her braid out of her face. The eggs seem so much bigger when they move.

From a Catalogue Egg moves again, a single crack appearing around the midline and widening with every passing second.

To Aide My Kingdom Egg suddenly /explodes/ and egg shards fly everywhere. In its place is a single young hatchling standing tall and proud.

Living Large Bronze Hatchling
Bright colors wrap around the form of this lean dragon. A copper sheen starts at it's nose and melts into a sleep brass that encases everything else from tail to toe. Headknobs are tall and their points almost overly exaggerated. But still, it lends a regal air to this bronze. His wings are oversized but shimmer with just the slightest hint of light. They tend to fold back and cover his hide, almost like a luxurious cloak.

Jiasle watches the eggs wobble and jolt, shake and crack, wave and rattle, with not quite wide eyes, but close. The it's not wide eyes of fear or nervousness, but wonder. The nervous energy in her movements is still there, but but the short blonde watches with more awe now as the first egg /explodes/ open instead of just cracking open.

Living Large Bronze Hatchling examines the selection of candidates very carefully. Almost /too/ carefully. Has any dragon ever taken this long to choose its lifemate? If not, this one will be the first. It seems to take quite sometime before the dragon finally makes its way towards the group of candidates. It walks down the line, carefully, as if choosing for a criminal lineup rather than potential life partners. Finally, FINALLY, it picks a life mate in the form of a young spectacled boy with dark black hair. "Oh um…yes, yes I like that…V'ira! Of course, food and then….investigating? I…I don't think there are criminals on the sands Raketh.

With a triumphant cry the Living Large Bronze Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Jazhira draws in a breath and coughs once, sharply, to clear her lungs of dust and sand. "Right, don't do that," she murmurs as an aside to Kaitlyn, leaning around the dancer to shoot Jiasle what she clearly intends to be a comforting grin. It fails, but only because her own nerves - directed more at the audience in the Galleries ringing the Sands than at the rocking eggs - have begun to show in the nervous twitch of her curls and the fraying edges of her lopsided smile. Fortunately, both her harper companion and Daskin, her Telgari friend, are tall enough to provide blockage. Can't see her, nope. She can see though - she saw that egg explode juuuust fine. "Holy wow!

The large hole in the main bowl could not have been easily missed by any arriving for the hatching, a strange addition to the Weyr indeed. And an inconvenient one. Work was ongoing right up until the first of the eggs started cracking, the minecrafters rushing to get out of the hole and off to watch. Perhaps one hasn't been as careful as they should as, from outside, there comes a long whining noise followed quickly by a bang and some extremely loud swearing. The lights flicker, once… twice, and then black-out completely leaving the whole of the hatching caverns (and Weyr in general) in darkness.

Kaitlyn looks collected, cool, dignified, but the sweat pouring down her neck, the stiffness of her posture might speak otherwise. Then a bronze breaks his shell, and she jumps in place a little, uttering a tad squeakily, "Oh my!" Then…there's a black out? "What the F…Shell?!" the flamehead calls out in sudden, extreme nervousness.

Healers Hate This Egg sits on the sands, bruised shell silent and still. Is it even going to move?

Brungin was fine with normal light, but darkness, well he isn't a fan of that to much. "Probably just the generators, should be an easy fix" not like the machine expert is going anywhere though because eggs on the sands with no light is not a great place to be moving around on.

Jazhira lets out an undignified yelp as darkness falls and reaches out to grab at Kaitlyn's hand. "What in Faranth's shin- " Nope, not finishing that one. Little pitchers and all. "I can't see. Can you see?" But hey, she's just a bit more relaxed now that /she/ can't be seen. So, yay for that.

Aliona knows some rude words. Some very rude words. The sort generally spoken by sailors and not Weyrwomen. Eventually the muttering turns into orders for glowbaskets, "If we still got any!" and a general scurrying begins to happen.

The Marks From Home Egg springs to life once more with an explosion of activity. That crack that had appeared along the equator of the shell soon fractures into many tiny cracks that spread very quickly across the surface of the egg causing it to look like it is just disintegrating around the hatchling inside. Starting from the top and falling downward the shell collapses on the sand leaving just he hatchling standing in its leftovers.

I'm Studying Hatchling
You can just barely make out the form of a dragon amidst the remains of what was once the shell of its egg. An outline of a dragon's head can be seen along with the gentle curve of neck toward a body that is shrouded from your sight. The only other feature that you can make out amidst the darkness is a whip-like tail moving beyond the shards of the now shattered egg. Trifling details like size, gender, and color remain elusive.

Vyvienneisn't afraid of the dark, thankfully. She's afraid of the deviants that are braver to do things in the dark! Maybe she'll get lucky and they'll trip over Brun, too. "Um, what.. was that?"

Jiasle blinks as the lights sudden vanish. She hadn't register the flickering, so intent on the eggs. Her eyes widen in the lack of light, unable to make out anything at first. She blinks several times, looking around the general area she knew the eggs were to try and adjust to the loss of light, and says in a soft, firm voice "Either way, do not panic. There is a little light still, and we'll adjust quickly enough."

A throb - or at least a wobble that makes it appear as if it is a throb - causes the Enlarge Your Egg to move in the sands. But you can't tell, because its dark. ?

I'm Studying Hachling makes for the crowd of candidates gathered in the line on the sands. Several are quickly bypassed before stopping in front of a particular candidate that had been pre-selected. "Fabulath." A young man says, "I'll be your Will'em. Lets go find something to eat."

With a triumphant cry the I'm Studying Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.

The Story Goes On Blue Hatchling
A deep and dark blue color blankets this dragon, walking the line between blue and black very closely. Light reflecting off the hide causes a faint shimmer much like starlight reflecting off a dark pool under the moons. His muzzle is long and rounded, and his eyes shimmer in a multitude of colors depending on his mood. Long and unexpectedly pointy headknobs rise from his head and curve back ever so slightly giving him a very regal appearance, almost as if he was wearing some sort of crown atop his head. His neck is long and curves gently down to a body that sits in good proportion to his large wingsize. His sails are almost transparent but share the same shimmering effect that the rest of his hide bears. His legs are long and tipped in claws that are closer to purple than black though an argument could be made depending on what light you see them in. His long and whip-like tail curls and twists behind him.

After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Quinn remains calm despite the sands being plunged into darkness. She squints her eyes, trying to keep her sights on anything that might warrant her attention.

S'dny glances around though he isn't able to see much of anything given the darkness. He says nothing but can only shrug. Marzoth on the other hand couldn't be more pleased with this development, « This is a considerable improvement. There was far too much light before. » he says to Isanath.

Healers Hate This Egg cracks, as suddenly as if struck by a meteorite. A spray of shell flies out around a cratered hole near the top, followed by glistening ichor oozing down along the side.

Kaitlyn grabs poor Jazhira's hand like a vise clamp, her paw sweaty, clutching. "I heard another one break its egg!" Yep, her composure is broken. Kait's 'concerned', now. ANd then there's a blue for someone out there! Kait's heart races. "Oh, this is *not* good… What if we get run over? Can they see in the dark?!" Jiasle's hand is searched for in said darkness. Where's thos danged glows?! Another egg's cracking sounds make the tall flamehead yelp a little.

From a Catalogue Egg gives a hiccup, the eggshell briefly splitting into two perfect halves, but not quite long enough for anything to be seen inside. Another twitch follows, then another. Then, all at once, the top simply falls off and a dragon bounds off into the darkness.

"That is a handsome dragon!" she coos, returning her attention to the sands. There's so much movement she can't see! "Don't be scared, don't run. You're here on purpose. Don't wet yourself, Vyv!"

Perfect Match Hatchling
It's definitely dragon shaped, but the shadowy darkness does a good job of making sure that all other detail is obscured. It seems big… And small. Thin and thick. Long and short. All at the same time, which must be impossible. Yet there it is.

Jiasle's hands have been clasped in front of her since after the bow, and the slight tugging searching provokes her to step aside slightly mindful of those around her as she repeats "Stay calm, there has been no problem yet so I see no reason to assume there will be one. Nothing will come of panic at this time." her voice calm, through a hint of disappointment. She can't see the hatchlings, just the results of the pairings as the emerge in the darkness.

Jazhira seems to draw strength from Kaitlyn's panic - or maybe she's leaching Kait's prior calm for herself. Either way, as the harper clutches at her, she wraps strong fingers through the other woman's and stands up straighter, squinting to try and see through the gloom to the eggs and hatchlings beyond. "I think it came from that direction," she murmurs, nudging the Harper towards the proper corner of the Sands. "And… another, there?" She can hear the pops - she just can't see for anything. Too used to the fire to have any kind of nightvision.

Enlarge Your Egg remains in the dark - that's where it belongs - and it is moving more now. Is that a crack of darkness against the blob of lighter shadows? ?

Both Aliona and Isanath have the same response to the Weyrleader pair, a loud snort (though one is significantly louder than the other). "D'I need t'go and get the shaffin' thing myself?"

Brungin lets his eyes adjust to the now faint (if any) light. "I Count at least maybe two?" he says to an older lad next to him. He crosses his arms now that he knows he isn't really being watched so he doesn't have to pretend to be nice with some taller people.

Good Faith Deposit Egg rattles somewhere in the darkness - is the door.. is the door stuck?

FOr once, it's Kait who's taking another's lead, the Harper candidate hearing Jiasle's firm, calm words, taking them in like nectar. Jazhira's own calm also steadies the redhead, her voice losing its half-paniced edge as she responds to the both, "Okay." Breathe. Peer. "There's…what? 3 out there roaming around, now?" Brungin's words make her stare even hardner out into the darkness.

Healers Hate This Egg breaks open against the sands, and something stirs amid the wreckage.

Heartless Fallen Star Hatchling
Something stirs amid the wreckage, pale like starlight against the dark of night. All that can be seen are fragments - a leg, a wing - as if a dragon has been broken to pieces and left scattered across the sands. Perhaps it will gather itself together and form a complete creature - but how can a dragon be made only of legs and wings? It's not some sort of fried chicken bucket to be filled up by mere pieces! Somehow, this wrecked dragon must find a true heart.

Jazhira hmms softly under her breath, head swiveling on her neck as she tries to make out anything in the darkness. "Well, I'm pretty sure I just heard another hatch," she offers helpfully to Kaitlyn, fingers squeezing lightly on the redhead's. "Couldn't tell you how many, though. At least Aion and the others ought to be ready, right?" Oh, that's a comforting thought.

Perfect Match Hatchling hurries off into the darkness, seeking out the darkest shadows and pausing, blending in, waiting. It'd be easy to forget it was there if not for the occasional movement of a tail or a wing.

Vyvienne jerks, eyes open wide. She shifts on her feet, twisting at the waist to track the noises… poorly. Wait… Is she even facing the right direction? "Alright, little ones. Where are you?" Don't step on her.

One Lettre Off Egg does nothing. Nope. Not a thing. It just sits there looking all dark and grey in the gloom.

Heartless Fallen Star Hatchling pulls itself together and rises from the wreckage - but not too far. This creature will fly someday, as a flicker of those maybe-wings seeks to prove against the air, but for now it must remain pinned close to earth. A heaved sigh fills the darkened air as those shifting perhaps-wings fold once more.

"It's…pale..!" Kaitlyn notes oh-so-helpfullyof the latest hatchling to spill out of its egg, the woman's grey eyes squinting hard in the darkness to pick out any sort of distinguishing characteristic. Motion from another hatchling as it moves along, plus Jazhira's words of Aion being needed make the redhead notes a touch sarcastically, "Oh, I bet he'd love seeing me mauled." Snort. To Vyvienne is blurted, "Don't take your eyes off of them."

Jiasle's eyes begin to adjust and make out shapes more easily in the absence of lights. The sudden movement of a hatchling moving from shadow to shadow catches her eyes, a flicking glance at it before looking back to the mound, then glancing around the mound to track the other hatched hatchlings as the move or make noise.

Good Faith Deposit Egg continues to shake - Just a little bit… A crack appears and suddenly the motion stops. It didn't do it. ?

Brungin winces as he IS stepped on by Vyvienne as she shuffles around, "best to stay still, less chance of you bumping into one." He advises but is it really good advice? As he seems to slink towards the back of the pack now.

Jazhira snorts softly. "I sincerely hope a healer wouldn't appreciate seeing anyone mauled - but then again…" She trails off, and Kait may be able to make out the white flash of her brief grin in the gloom before she returns to anonymity - dark skin blending into dark air like a shadow in the shade. A nudge at her back from her Telgari friend, and she turns to see a twitch in the darkness. "One there, I think," she murmurs softly to her companions.

Enlarge Your Egg suddenly explodes, the shell falling away dramatically, the round, somewhat light shape disappearing into the shadows.

Into the Spotlight Hatchling
Rather than a shadow in the light, there is a spot of light in the darkness - nothing definitive, but merely - less dark. Maybe there is the shape of wings, and there seems to be a head on a long neck. Is it larger than normal? Or, perhaps it is just the way what little light there is seems to cling to it rather than being absorbed. Regardless, there is no definition or answers to be found in this anti-shadow.

Stay still? Sure! She can do that. Vyvienne plants her feet down in the heat of the sands, lifting a foot to shake free the grains! "We're surrounded!" Or thats one noisy hatching.

The Career Deserved By This Egg is rocking, slow but steady, as a tapping from inside gradually knocks free pieces of the shell.

Jiasle watches as best she can as another eggshell cracks, or explodes, and then frowns slightly as if thinking of something. "I wonder if they can see us better than we can see them?" in a quiet voice unlikely to carry far.

Quinn paces around the edge of the Sands slowly, keeping a close eye on the remaining candidates and the shadows that may-or-may-not form Hatchlings.

Perfect Match Hatchling bounces out of the darkness, streaking across the sands in a whirl of shadows that seem to move to follow in its wake. Once it reaches the other side of the sands it freezes once more, letting the darkness catch up, and waits.

That egg 'explosion' makes Kaitlyn almost leap up into the air, her hands now squeezing Jaz's and Ji's mitts a little roughly. "I wish they wouldn't *do* that..!" Explode. Nope, she missed Jaz's white grin as the redhead instead looks around for dangerous dragonets on the prowl. "I think I see something…*there*!" one hand jerks away from Jiasle's to point out there…somewhere. "I *hope* so…" is quickly commented back to the Weaver girl's comment of the hatched ones. To Vy is muttered unhappily, "Oh shush." Of being surrounded. Gulp.

One Lettre Off Egg moved! Or… wait… no. Trick of the dark, it's still just sitting there as if it was meant to be.

Jiasle murmurs softly in Kaitlyn's directly "Behave, calm.". as she reclasps her hands in front of her watching the darkness wonderingly. The nervous energy around her has more of less faded as she takes a little control of keeping things calm, moving forward a partial step to see better.

Jazhira tugs at the hand clamped in Kait's, reminding the harper to be gentle with her livlihood. She'll need those when all of this fuss is done, thank you. "I don't know, it's kind of nice to know what's happening, since I still can't see a blamed thing." Jiasle's murmured words earn a wry glance from the glassblower - all but invisible in the Jaz-swallowing gloom. "I think it's okay to panic a little. A tiny bit. Just enough to stay alert." That's her excuse for her rising unease. She just wants to be ready to leap out of harm's way.

Good Faith Deposit Egg has one more good shake in it - and then it seems the 'door' has given, for the occupant escapes from the darkness inside to.. the much larger darkness outside.

Brungin catches what could be a glint of talon or maybe just egg shell? who knows but he moves closer to the group again seeming to remember that the shortest are the first to get picked off in the wild. And that is what this is wild!!!

Commander of Sands Hatchling
Darkness, and more darkness. In the shadows, there is little differentiation between the darkness that is around the hatchling and the darkness that *is* that hatchling, though perhaps - Is that fuzziness the edge of a wing? Was that slightly lighter spot a facetted eye?

Commander of Sands Hatchling is here, and in control, no doubt about that! The bit of darkness separates from the general area where the eggs were and heads straight towards that slightly brighter ring that is the candidates in white. There is no hesitation as it knocks into a young man from the far north, a bit of light from the glowbaskets showing the brown hues of its hide. "Trudeauth?" The young man says in surprise, "Of course - we will get you some food right away!" And Tario, now T'io, is turning to try and pick the path off the sands in the darkness.

With a triumphant cry the Commander of Sands Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.

Straight to the Top Brown Hatchling
Handsome - This brown is definitely that, with the perfect creamy chocolate tones sweeping over his chiseled face and rugged ridges. Each sweep of his form is basically perfect - muscled limbs showing his strength, chest neither too wide nor too scrawny, and neck perfectly curved. The rich dark tones cover him easily, fitting like a custom tailored suit, accenting his shape.

After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Vyvienne takes in a deep breath and sighs, A shifting on her feet. Front, A back, A side to side. A Cha cha? Whatever it is, A it's helping her focus on all around her. A The girl pouts, peering narrow eyed into the darkness. Another one finds it's person, one less creeping in the shadows.

Into the Spotlight Hatching lingers in the spot where it was so recently contained within its shell, and after a moment there is a soft croon. It is ready to make its debut - who forgot to turn on the stage lights? Grand entrance - ruined. A slight shifting in the lighter spot that is a hatchling can be seen, as it stalks forward - the show must go on.

"Easy enough for you to say…" Kaitlyn mutters at Jiasle's words of calm. "I don't think I've ever seen you behave any other way than calm." Sigh. Calmly disapproving, calmly biting, calmly… Peer. "Oh! There's a…brown!" Success! And he's soon got a human to call his own, to cuddenly and snuggle and not call George. A croon is next, but from where? Kait looks all around.

Jazhira is in complete agreement with Kaitlyn, and murmurs a soft, "Hear, hear," to the harper - even as she grins weaver-wards. Attention is drawn to the newly Impressed pair, then immediately shifts towards the croon. She can't quite make out what made it, but she heard it! "That way," she whispers towards her red-headed friend, nudging a shoulder against the taller woman's side.

ATTENTION: Your Unpaid Taxes Egg twitches, just the slightest…..did it actually even move?

Heartless Fallen Star Hatchling sets out on its journey. It begins with a single step! …and then another, because really, why would this hatchling stop with just one? There's an entire journey to be had, a partner to be found! There's a pause - perhaps to survey the candidates, perhaps an attempt to display that's - huff! - spoiled by the darkness.

The Career Deserved By This Egg continues to sway as more pieces fall, one fragment at a time. There's a large-looking hole now, yet the hatchling inside seems content to just keep chipping away.

The darkness really does spoil things! Her first actual hatching and she can't see a thing! Vyvienne crosses her arms over her chest and snorts. A a?What's the point of being scared if you can't see the scary things?a she mutters, tapping a sandaled foot on the sands. If something is gonna happen, best to just roll with it. A Totally still on edge, clearly, A with that cracking voice.

One Lettre Off Egg unfolds all in a rush, suddenly shedding that outer shell that was never entirely right and sending a little dragon scurrying off hopefully towards the right person.

Probably Someone Else's Hatchling
Darkness embraces this nameless being, only the hints of movement showing that it's even there at all. A brief flash of talon, a flick of a wing, a twitch of a tail, a carefully calculated appearance in its time, not yours.

Probably Someone Else's Hatchling moves at a slow and steady pace away from the ruins of its eggshell. Each pace forward measured to perfection, the darkness making it hard to really plot a course or even focus on where its going. It's almost beyond the line of candidates when suddenly it turns and paces back up the line again to settle carefully at the feet of a girl from Boll. Lacey's voice cracks slightly as she leans forwards, one hand resting against the neck of her new partner in life, and whispers, "Adaleth."

With a triumphant cry the Probably Someone Else's Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.

Unrelenting Logic Green Hatchling
Darkest green coats this little hatchling, the colours of a forest where the sun cannot reach. Her head is crested with mossy tones, headknobs taking on an almost fuzzy appearance that surely must be illusory. Vague impressions of coniferous needles are liberally sprinkled over the pine-green of her form, her legs finally ceding colour domination to the muddied browns of the forest floor that tip her talons. Only her wings show any break form this colouring, crisscrossed as they are with thin spinnerweb-like trails of silver.

After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.

The bump from her glassblowing friend has Kaitlyn noting tightly, "Did you see something?!" to Jazhira, the flamehead looking out beyond Jaz's look towards they Sands beyond them. "Oh! I saw one moving out there…" Point-peer. It's all so vague, though. Muttered a little sourly, "Where *are* those glows?" Squiiiint. "Was that a green?"

Brungin kind of sees the hatchling trying to dance but the lack of light keeps things more scary than amusing. He trips a little on the shifting sands and puts an elbow accidentally into the small of girl from Lewis hold. He does apologize but it is soft as he tries to not draw attention to himself.

Into the Spotlight Hatchling emits a snort from somewhere in the darkness - sounding closer to the candidates than it was before at least - while the faint glow of the glowbaskets does nothing to illuminate the situation - or its hide. A number of candidates are passed by without a second glance - the grand entrance would just be wasted on them.

Bump. Bump? Vyvienne begins to shriek and jump at the touch, and were it not for the heat of the sands, she'd be wielding a sandal? She turns, but there's no one or any thing at eye level. A With a grumbly mutter, she turns back around. A

Jazhira squeaks slightly. That one was a bit closer. Turning around, she catches sight of Lacey and her partner being led from the Sands and she twists at the waist, trying to keep the pair in her sights for as long as she can see. Not very long, it seems, and she turns back in time to catch Kaitlyn's question. "I heard a croon," she remarks shakily, craning her neck around the harper to try and see if there's anything in the darkness beyond her. The nearby snort sends a yelp clawing its way out of her throat, and her fingers bear down hard on Kait's before easing up again.

Jiasle watches as best she can, a small smile on her lips as she watches the pairs that have so far formed up, before looking around in suprise at the sound of a nearby snort and noting a hatchling circling near the group.

Perfect Match Hatchling is on the move once more, but this time with a more determined trajectory. Instead of playing about on the sands it rushes forwards, dragging the shadows with it, and skids to a halt in front of a young woman with blue eyes. After a moment of impatiently bouncing at her feet it simply tries to climb her to say 'hi' properly.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Perfect Match Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

Life's Too Short Green Hatchling
Elegant of form, a master's creation is brought to life in this statuesque green dragon, an artist's intricate dream of a jade statuette reimagined as flesh and bone. Faint hints of aquamarine appear along finely chiseled eyeridges, a light blush that teases the edges, accentuating each curve, elongating her delicate features and lending an aristocratic air to the tilt of her head. A long, slender, neck fades seamlessly into powerful shoulders freckled with malachite, that same intense colour taking control as it sweeps down finely muscled legs to dominate shapely feet tipped with alabaster, curling around her limbs and brushing back upwards over the lean lines of her belly, and chest. The vibrant malachite hues mingle with jade along her back, brushing along ridges painstakingly carved down her back, each uniform and perfect. Amongst the greens of her back, a smattering of light appears, shimmering flecks of mica settling over fragile-looking wings, and swirling and dancing along her back and serpentine tail. All is not perfect, however, as a thin, practically black line runs the length of her underbelly, cutting along the masterpiece of her form, a single flaw for all to see.

ATTENTION: Your Unpaid Taxes Egg begins to crack just the slightest as a single straight line begins working its way from the bottom to the top.

Heartless Fallen Star Hatchling continues on, traveling far through the nightlike shadows of the sands until it alights upon a candidate whose sun-tinged hair is currently - much like this dragon's form - obscured by the darkness that surrounds them. Bright blue eyes - pleased by their discovery - meet the candidate's matching shade to share in heart and soul.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Heartless Fallen Star Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

Hearts Filled With Fire Blue Hatchling
Deep blue tinged toward indigo is the primary color of this dragon, a warm and welcoming twilight hue. His muzzle is a bit shorter than average, though his eyes are large and bright, accentuated by the trace of ridges above them and a noble brow despite an understated chin. A graceful neck traced with backward-pointing ridges connects from sweeping knobs to strong shoulders and a broad chest. From those shoulders extend his wings, long and with a slight curve to their contour that suggests agility in the skies. Their sails are paler, lilac grey tinged with iris where they meet the spars and soft in contrast against the deep blue of his hide. That same warm purple-grey appears on his hindlegs, that less saturated shade covering paws and calves and reaching up to make a speckled curve along his hips - not quite symmetric, but nevertheless matched to either side of where his waist tucks in past the curve of his ribs, lean and trim beneath the dapple of indigo shadows. His tail continues the rich blue that began at his neck, a long and sinuous appendage to once more keep that sense of balance as it counterbalances the elegant grace of his neck.

"A croon's better than a shriek…" Kaitlyn intones with dark asperity to Jazhira's comment, the Harper then jumping a little again as that triumphant dragonet cry seems to occur way too close to her for comfort. ACK! Her own hand mushes Jaz's back in likewise painful grip as a green is seen too close for the flamehead's comfort. "Shard this blackout right to the Red Star!" Grumble, twitch. Ack! "That's a *blue*!" is noted with more self-defensiveness than true surprise.

The Career Deserved By This Egg finally breaks, crumbling to the sand in not-quite-even pieces that are nevertheless no longer even a semblance of an egg.

Arriving By Degrees Hatchling
The carefully-separated fragments that were its shell seem to still mark this moving patch of shadow spattered with patches of a lighter hue. Is it a small dragon, slow to move as it seeks to get its bearing within the darkness, or merely a spotted fragment of a larger beast the rest of whose bulk has merely disappeared among the shadows?

Arriving By Degrees Hatchling might seem like spots before one's eyes, moving slowly and methodically across the sands - yet that set of splotches in the darkness is certainly moving, closer… and closer. It lurches toward one candidate - then away. Another - no. It'll inspect every one of them, if it has to! …but wait, maybe it won't need to go through the whole catalogue. This one here might be acceptable, and it pauses to check further. Not too tall, not too short. Not too old, not too young. Balanced. Yes. This is the correct and proper candidate, and a soft croon marks the occasion of their joining. "C'pa?" the young man from Landing echoes uncertainly, then pulls himself up straighter as he meets her bright gaze. "Yes, ma'am. I mean… yes, Audith. I'm your C'pa."

With a triumphant cry the Arriving By Degrees Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.

All Accounted For Green Hatchling
Dark moss green covers the compact outline of a small dragon, her neck and tail proportionate to each other but both a little small for her body - which makes the wings, scaled for that torso, seem to extend further than they should along her tail. Her paws and tailtip are darker, dipped in an ink-wash that leaves them a shadowed pine, and spots of bright spring green speckle evenly across her torso and wings to give some pattern and color to a dragon whose size might otherwise leave her lost in the crowd.

After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Jazhira can't help herself - she gasps at the nearby flurry of Impressions and jerks her hand free from Kaitlyn's as she tries to step away from the group, into the comforting embrace of darkness. "Way too close - was that green? And blue? Was that - who, them?" Surprise mingles with shock - and, yes, just a tiny, itty-bitty hint of envy - as she pulls further away, clearly preparing -not- to be close to the next Impression - or Impressee.

Jiasle's eyes widen as a green hatchling suddenly skids out of the shadows infront of her. A momentary, involuntary step back occurs before it's suddenly canceled, through the foot back helps to keep the short blond standing when the green hatchling suddenly tries to climb the blond! "Ow! Wait! Reyneveth!" a wide range of emotions in Jiasle's voice as she drops down to a knee to stop the cheerful, happy green hatchling from shredding her robe and scratching her leg with arms around the hatchings slender neck. Then the hatchling is sudden bounding off again leaving Jiasle on her knee blinking in surprise before she says "I, umm.." the blond looking slightly confused before standing back up to step over to the green hatchling.

Ahh, that's the one. Proper, authentic reactions and all. Into the Spotlight Hatching closes the distance to the front row of the candidate audience, plopping herself down in front of a certain young woman with dark curly hair, a firm nudge to her midsection as she tries to escape into the shadows. Hey, you. Come back. You're on stage. Take a bow.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Into the Spotlight Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

Star of the Stage Gold Hatchling
There is no question as to the color that alights upon this dragon's hide - the pure, bright yellow hue of Rukbat's glow gathers across her broad shoulders, cloaking her solidly built form in light. Brightness continues to sweep over her oversized wings, leaving no spot for shadows to gather upon spar or sail, nor upon the ridges that are settled perfectly down her back. Rich, golden hues brighten her stomach, curling around each of her well-muscled limbs, dancing along her tail, before setting her ablaze in a perpetual spotlight, holding firmly to center stage. Only upon her blunt muzzle does her coloration waver even slightly from the rich yellows, as a touch of amber brushes between wide-set nostrils and over headknobs, like stage makeup carefully applied for a single purpose - to draw attention to those faceted eyes.

Vivienne feels another bump against her, A but this time, she doesn't jump. Slowly, A she reaches out, A letting fingertips connect with the physical manifestation of the other half of her existence. The silence doesn't last for long as she cheers, A calling out proudly. "His name is Hauruth!" Just as quickly, A the pair moves off of the sands.

ATTENTION: Your Unpaid Taxes Egg splits in half directly down the middle and two pieces of shell fall gently to either side leaving the egg's inhabitant standing stiffly in its place.

Supreme Enforcer Hatchling
If one were to take the stereotypical dragon seen in every healing textbook and plop it onto the sands, this would be it. The proportions are all extremely equal. Shadows play against every little nook and cranny but there isn't a single thing out of place. Despite the darkness making it hard to make out things, it's quite clear that even this dragon's head knobs are /juuuuuuust/ the right size.

Quinn steps forwards as first the green, then blue hatchlings find their lifemates in both Jiasle and Vivienne. Smiling to both pairs, she gestures towards one side of the Sands and beckons the newly-bonded riders and their respective hatchlings away. "You'll find fresh meat for your new partners over here. Congratulations!"

Supreme Enforcer Hatchling begins to dance its way across the sands. It bugles out a welcome to the candidates, for they are /its/ guests in /its/ court now. Not the other way around. It takes its sweet time getting to the line of candidates and examines them in turn. Too short….not nearly fancy enoughreally, /that/ is how you do your hair? No no, none of these will do….or will one? Yes, THAT one. The dragon finally arrives in front of an older candidate who seems to be dancing to the same beat as this dragon's soul and their eyes meet. "Oh we /will/ have fun Zirath, and I will forever be your….S'in? Yeah, that sounds nice."

With a triumphant cry the Supreme Enforcer Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.

Reporting for Duty Brown Hatchling
Perfect proportions. These are the two words that describe this dragon perfectly. His hide is the deepest of browns, perhaps just a few shades shy of black. Still, there's a gleam to that uniform shade. Perhaps what stands out is a bright shield shaped patch of mahogany that is located on the left side of his chest. It certainly speaks to this dragon's character. His posture is exquisite and his frame depicts hidden strength.

After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Brungin is feeling very alone all of a sudden, mostly becuase the things that go bump in the dark are snatching candidates away. He finds himself now moved closer to Kaitlyn, well at least as near to the tall dancer as he can be with out actually bumping into her.

Jazhira was supposed to be hidden! Now, she's right up and center-stage and it's only the fact that she's not the star that keeps her from doing more than stumbling back away from the sudden appearance of a hatchling front-and-center. "I - what, but - " Stumbling, she lifts her hands to her face, but that can't block out the splendor of the dragonet before her, or the shock of Impression upon her mind. "Szetamirath, but…" She trails off, reaching out to touch the - her! - hatchling's wedge-head tenderly. "Food," she finely states weakly. "Then we'll talk about the rest."

Quinn returns to the sands shortly after escorting off one pair, nodding to Jazhira as the woman takes a moment to bond with her new lifemate too. "If you'll step this way, we can get Szetamirath something to eat too. Well done to you both." She grins.

"Oh, Faranth!" is Kaitlyn's cry….doubled when first Vyvienne gets glomped on by her Hauruth, then Jiasle by her Reyneveth. "Uh…congratulations, you two!" is called out around a twitchy smile. And then there's a…gold?…wading out of the shadows in her general direction, and she both steps forward and back…almost bumping back into Brungin in the process. Blink. "Oh! Oh JAZ!" Wow! "Congratulations, hon! SHe's lovely!" So *that's* where the little queen was headed. Off she backs. away from the new pair. Brungin's foot is almost stepped upon in the process.

It's only due to Isanath's nudging that Aliona even realises that things are over and done with. She takes a wobbly step forwards, though who would really know, "Could some'ne PLEASE do somethin' 'bout the…" A flicker, some more whining from outside, and the lights finally come back on. Unfortunately it does mean that the Weyrwoman ends up giving the speech with one hand in front of her face to shield her eyes from the sudden glare, but you can't have everything. "THANK YOU! Um… Right. That's those nine gone, but that doesn't mean you ain't got a shot at another hatchin' here or somewheres else. You're all welcome to stay'f course, an' there's a feast an' all in the caverns for everybody. Except whoever cut the lights." The last is likely meant to be a joke, or a comment not vocalised, but there it is.

Jiasle manages despite Ryneveth's exuberance to herd and direct the green hatching towards the side, enticing her with lure of food as fresh meat is mentioned, out of the way and off to the side of the sands where Quinn indicated.

Syd glances around blinking as the lights make their return. He sighs happily, a hatching without a mauling is a red letter day. "Congratulations to everyone." Who impressed and who survived! Marzoth just sits stone still till the end and after all the children are safely hatched and with their lifemates he deems it time to go. « See you around. » he says to Isanath and is plodding his way out toward home.

Oh dear, light! Even though Szetamirath is quite happy to stay out here all day and bask in the admiration of that sea of faces above her, Jazhira isn't above shooing her new lifemate from the Sands, herding her to follow the others with a constant reminders of "Food! Meat! You're starving, remember? Oh, please!"

Brungin looks about blinking as the lights come back on. It is over? he survived? well wonders never cease he turns and heads out of the sands probably to go and kick who ever took so dang long to fix the lights.

Of *course* the lights come back on when the hatching is over! Kaitlyn looks quite vexxed at that ridiculousness, the woman then sighing heavily, her spray of bang almost puffing out, but held to her brow by sweat. "Thank you, ma'am, Sir…" is noted back to the Weyrleaders, the woman bowing again a little, then making her way off the Sands…towards the bathing caverns BEFORE the feast. Is there a little disappointment in her grey gaze? Unknown, for she's already gone…looking for relief from sweat and heat.

Quinn stands briefly at attention despite the darkness, firing off a salute to both Weyrwoman and Weyrleader before turning and trudging after the newly-impressed Weyrlings.


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