Gold Braxith & Bronze Jaereth

Hatched: June 21, 2000

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Wide Viewing Ledge - Above the Hatching Grounds

Set into the walls above the hatching sands, are many large ledges carved from the volcanic rock. Each ledge is wide
enough to hold a pair of dragons and there are more than enough ledges to hold the entire weyr easily. Here and there, are
set areas for the riders to sit and watch the hatching in ease.

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<From around Makioth> From the sands below, Beltoren takes the deep breaths of one getting ready to sing an opera as loud as
possible, except no sound escapes. He stands almost rock still, occationally shifting his rather knoby knees and hairy legs
which are enough reason to always wear long pants.

<From around Makioth> Ameth flies in from the sky outside.

You swing a leg over and slide down Makioth's side.

>From the sands below, Marja jumps a bit when the first egg cracks.

>From the sands below, Briatta is breathing heavily, stepping lightly in her sandals to avoid burning her toes on the sands.
Oof. That's what she gets for wearing shoes that are too small. Currently she is clinging rather tightly to Poukar's hand,
while he just stares in awe. "Look, look! One of them has hatched already!" Nervousness gives way to excitement as she
watches, wide-eyed. "He's a lovely fellow, too..."

>From the sands below, T'burk steps behind Beltoren and the others.

>From the sands below, Toree gasps as she sees the first egg hatch.

>From the sands below, Marja is in so much awe of the little hatchling she can't speak, she just nods agreement to Briatta.

>From the sands below, Shandra nods to T'burk as he arrives just before the other candidates arrive. A smile on her lips and
she returns the bow with a nod of her head as one hand finds it's place on her rounder belly with a fond glance to her
lifemate. Looking towards the eggs, the smile turns into a grin as the first egg hatches. Though the exuberant bugle from dam
and sire is enough to startled anyone.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea's eyes widen as the bronze is first to emerge, but her smile is unmistakable, it even looks
triumphant, as if she'd had a tidy wager going on that egg's hatchling color.


>From the sands below, Beltoren smiles slightly at the bronze hatchling. He seems strangly calm though the heat is getting to
him because his brow is damp.

>From the sands below, Finally the eager Brewed-Tea Bronze Hatchling pauses in front of a tall, quiet lad from Telgar,
settling back on his haunches to peer up at his apparent choice. Poukar blinks, frowning with confusion before kneeling
beside the Bronze, uttering a barely audible, "Of course youre hungry." Now Pkar, the newly-made Weyrling beams up at all
present, silent no more as he exclaims, "His name is Sadouth!"

>From the sands below, Shadowed Seasonal Love Egg shimmies again, little abbrasions quickly working their way across it's
entire surface.

>From the sands below, Marja smiles joyfully at P'kar, she calms down a bit seeing the miracle of impression.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea lightly elbows the girl beside her and points, shock written all over her face as the young
P'kar announces his new lifemate's name!

>From the sands below, Beltoren grins and gives Pouk a thumbs up before shifting his weight from one foot to the other,
trying to get his feet somewhat cooled off.

>From the sands below, Toree manages to hop across the sands, and gets to her brother, holding his hand with hers, "Can I
stay by you?"

>From the sands below, Briatta glances curiously over at Jyrisea, quirking a dark brow. Oh, she recognizes that look, good
little half-Bitran that she is. Of course, her attentions are quickly diverted to her quiet Telgari friend. "/Poukar/!" She
gapes, jaw practically hitting the sands in shock.

M'wan is leaning against the green hide of her lifemate, quietly watching the going ons below her. She gives a slight smile
as first Impression is made and nods at S'var slightly as he dismounts.

>From the sands below, Kyburk looks at Toree, now too nersous to talk. He just takes her hand in his and holds tight. For
once, neither is teasing the other.

>From the sands below, Marja shifts her weight from foot to foot, the heat is starting to seep through the soles of her
sandals.

>From the sands below, Aarina looks around nerviously and grabs her robe quietly. Rina looks up and quickly notices the
bronze has impressed, she looks stunned.. P'kar?!? " Ohh, wow.. a bronze! Congrats!" Rina kinda does the dancing hotfoot
dance and looks around for Kyburk.

>From the sands below, Quaking in it's mound of sand, the Shadowed Seasonal Love Egg's occupant decides that it can't be out
done by any of the other hatchlings, so breaks appart in a hurry; trying to show off. In the wreckage of what use to be an
egg sits a proper little brown, curiously peering about.

>From the sands below, Kylar winks over at T'burk, smiling as the first dragonet choses his mate. She is anxious and excited,
for her son and all the Candidates whom she's grown close to during the past sevendays. She begins to sweat a bit in her
sweater, having forgotten just how hot it gets on the sands.

>From the sands below, Shimmering Glass Bottle Brown Hatchling

Chestnut brown engulfs this hatchling's hide, shades varying here and there - adding depth to a seemingly smooth
surface. Lighter amber stripes highlight well-crafted muscles, accenting each bump and nook around his arms and tail. The
most eye catching thing about this dragonet are his nearly opaque wingsails. Tan, like the foam found on the top of a freshly
poured drink, delves across the thick membranes in an escapade of curling patterns. Gold wisps streak across his eyeridges
like a pair of long, thinly shaped eyebrows. Each marking curls up into a spiral as it reaches back towards his headknobs.
His muzzle, paws and tail tip seem two shades lighter than his belly. All the colors meld together fluidly, giving the
overwhelming appearance of one silky smooth hide - something akin to a crafted glass bottle. His claws and eyes seem to give
that shiny reflection only glass can capture.

>From the sands below, Beltoren takes another deep breath and lets it out between his teeth with a soft hiss which turns into
an intake of breath again at the hatching of the second dragon.

>From the sands below, Marja watches the newly hatched brown, curious to see who he chooses.

>From the sands below, Kyburk smiles at P'kar, happy that the shy boy has the symbol of good luck! "All right!"

>From the sands below, Quaking in it's mound of sand, the Shadowed Seasonal Love Egg's occupant decides that it can't be out
done by any of the other hatchlings, so breaks appart in a hurry; trying to show off. In the wreckage of what use to be an
egg sits a proper little brown, curiously peering about.

>From the sands below, Shimmering Glass Bottle Brown Hatchling

Chestnut brown engulfs this hatchling's hide, shades varying here and there - adding depth to a seemingly smooth surface.
Lighter amber stripes highlight well-crafted muscles, accenting each bump and nook around his arms and tail. The most eye
catching thing about this dragonet are his nearly opaque wingsails. Tan, like the foam found on the top of a freshly poured
drink, delves across the thick membranes in an escapade of curling patterns. Gold wisps streak across his eyeridges like a
pair of long, thinly shaped eyebrows. Each marking curls up into a spiral as it reaches back towards his headknobs. His
muzzle, paws and tail tip seem two shades lighter than his belly. All the colors meld together fluidly, giving the
overwhelming appearance of one silky smooth hide - something akin to a crafted glass bottle. His claws and eyes seem to give
that shiny reflection only glass can capture.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by Shandra.>

>From the sands below, The Love Washed Upon Sands Egg rocks quietly back and forth for a moment, then goes still again.
Cracks start to surreptitiously spiderweb its surface.

>From the sands below, Aarina gasps softly and looks at the emerging Brown, " Ohh, he is so handsome.. look at him sparkle! "
Rina pokes at the nearest candidate and bounces slightly, trying to cool off her feet as they now begin to grow hotter and
hotter upon the sands.

Vinteth starts up a sweet hummm, a bit melodious in her enthusiasm, greeting all the new little dragonets to her Weyr!

>From a distance, Shirath flies higher, catching an updraft, soaring higher..

>From the sands below, Toree squeezes her brother's hand, look at Aarina as well, "Oh he is so grand!"

>From the sands below, Beltoren presses his lips together, a sign that only someone who knows him well could interpret, (that
sign being that he's trying not to topple over in stage fright).

>From a distance, Shirath flies from above, circling downwards..

>From a distance, Shirath glides down and backwings to in the bowl.

>From the sands below, Marja gives Beltoren an encouraging smile.

>From the sands below, Briatta sighs heavily as she watches P'kar and his new lifemate wander off. Great. Time to find a new
partner in crime. The newest hatchling is given a whistful look, though, as the blonde girl sighs heavily, unwittingly
wringing her hands together nervously as she echoes the other candidate's sentiments. "He is very lovely..."

>From the sands below, Shimmering Glass Bottle Brown Hatchling turns his little wet muzzle back and forth, glancing about at
all the white pinkish things on the sand. He takes a moment, then lifts one wing and shakes all the shards loose from it.
Then the other. Slowly, he tests out his limbs, moving about until he's standing languidly and even, teedering off towards a
little cluster of candidates.

>From the sands below, <OOC> Kyburk has been informed he needs to go cook. sorry.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea turns her head left, then right, eyes wide and face flushed from the heat, she seems to be
trying to take in as much of the activity upon the sands as she humanly can. First tracking the shimmering brown dragonet,
then back as another egg nearby rocks and slowly starts to crack.

>From the sands below, Beltoren refrains from rubing the palms of his hands on his robe. One thing to remember when one is a
harper- never show you're nervous, ruins the preformance. He shifts a little, trying to cool his feet, he lifts one foot and
shakes the sand out of his sandle.

>From the sands below, Toree looks back up at her father's green, then the brown, she keeps whispering to herself, "Dont be
nervous, I cant be nervous they feel that."

>From the sands below, Braxith turns her head about, protective with whirling eyes of blue-green, surveying the sands as her
children hatch. Crooning in encourgement for them to find their lifemates. Next to her, Jaereth could only be as proud as any
father could be.

>From the sands below, Marja is far too fascinated to feel much nervousness, although she keeps shifting her weight trying to
cool her feet.

>From the sands below, Shimmering Glass Bottle Brown Hatchling takes a deep breath, stopping mid stride in his movements to
let out a mighty bulge towards Braxith. It then only takes him a moment to scurry over towards a candidate with hair legs.
Those are interesting. *sniffsniff*

>From the sands below, Beltoren's cheeks turn a rather interesting red. "H'lo, like them?" he asks the brown.

>From the sands below, The Love Washed Upon Sands Egg twitches some more. The cracks on its shell get just a bit wider. It
wobbles in place for a moment, then goes perfectly motionless.

>From the sands below, Marja holds her breath as the little brown starts to make his choice.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea suddenly covers her mouth with her right hand as she spies the brown sniffing at Beltoren's
unclad legs. Her eyes widen even more than before, and it's obvious that it's a struggle to contain her mirth.

>From the sands below, Panwraith rumbles cheerfully, nudging Beltoren on the tummy. He definately likes this one, yes yes.

>From the sands below, Beltoren's jaw drops open, "Oh my..." he murmurs and sinks to his knees, "Of course, love, I'll feed
you." He grins suddenly and looks up at the other candies, "His name is Panwraith," he says and gently scritches the brown's
jowl.

>From the sands below, Toree reaches down, at last feeling the sand's heat through her sandals, rubs her foot, then the
other, realizing nerves are nothing, its the sand she should be more worried about, when she sees the brown make its choice
she almost giggles.

>From the sands below, Marja lets her breath out in a triumphant exclamation, "Way to go, Beltoren!"

>From the sands below, The fine cracks across the Love Washed Upon Sands Egg's surface grow longer and wider with each
passing moment. A dark talon pierces the shell at the top and cuts a slit down the center, leaving enough room for a little
green head to peek out. She shakes herself free of those last remaining shards, exposing a bright, sunny lime-green hide. The
new Hatchling then trots off merrily in the general direction of those candidates--and in the particular direction of the
young Lemosian Siralla. She grows suddenly silent as she steps away from the grouping of Candidates. Fidgeting nervously with
the hem on her robe's sleeves, she kneels on the sands before the little green, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh,
Sekaith! /My/ Sekaith." The touching scene is cut short, as the pair is ushered off the sands with the other new Weyrlings.

>From the sands below, Panwraith has left.

>From the sands below, Beltoren calls to Panwraith and he bounds to his side, slipping in behind him.

>From the sands below, Kylar grins as the brown choses one of the candidates she's come to know well. She nods in approval of
his choice, then gently reminds the new 'rider that he's got food awaiting his young dragonet outside.

>From the sands below, Beltoren leaves the sands, vanishing into the entrance to a cavern hidden by the shadows in the back
of the hatching grounds.

>From the sands below, Beltoren has left.

>From the sands below, Marja sighs as she sees another pair united.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea wipes at her face, though to remove sweat or tears it's hard to tell. She smiles for her
friend though, and that is plain to see.

>From the sands below, Aarina giggles, and smiles.. " Congrats Bel!" Rina bounces, happy for Beltoren, her eyes quickly
turning to the green hatchling that pops out of an egg and impresses nearby.

>From the sands below, Plainly Beguiling Mistress Egg moves back and forth quickly, then slows as if it hadn't been moving at
all.

>From the sands below, Briatta watches the Brown's progress curiously, blonde head tilted to one side before her ears perk up
at the faint sound of cracking shell. One eyebrow quirks at that, then she spies the pretty little brown again, smiling
broadly before clapping her hands together in delight. "Beltoren! That's great!" Looks like he'll be too busy to play a song
after this is all over, though. Drat. The quick Impression of that green evokes another cheery smile and a, "Congratulations,
Siralla!"

>From the sands below, Toree looks up at her mother then looks at Kylar her face more looking for support being more
uncomfortable than nervous.

>From the sands below, Marja shifts her attention to yet another egg that seems about to hatch.

>From the sands below, Kyburk slowly releases Toree's hand and steps back. He doesn't want to spoil her chances of
Impressing.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea whispers something to one of her neighbors as she points at another egg which has taken up the
customary rocking, lifting her feet one at a time in the process, as if only just now registering the intense het of the
cavern through her soles.

M'wan is leaning against the green hide of her lifemate, quietly watching the going ons below her. She gives a slight smile
as first Impression is made and nods at S'var slightly as he dismounts.<repose>

>From the sands below, Toree feels her brother let go she turns and looks almost hurt, "Ky if we do this lets do it together,
I need you big brother."

>From the sands below, Plainly Beguiling Mistress Egg shivers again, things looking a bit gloomy for this pretty colored
shell. It looks as though any moment it could fall apart.

>From the sands below, Kyburk says softly, "I'mm...right here."

S'var smiles and nods to M'wan, "I hope I haven't missed too much." He gets comfortable against his blue.

>From the sands below, Ever so slowly then, the Plainly Beguiling Mistress Egg rumbles, as though the dragonet inside were
voicing it's grand entrance onto the sands. The rumbling shakes appart the shell piece by piece and it crumbles, leaving a
perfectly poised dainty green hatchling posing in it's wake.

>From the sands below, Stained Glass Sea Green Hatchling

Verdant waves lapse over this lush little hatchling's hide, leaving ripples of golden foam in their wake. Her eyelids are
dashed with a smidgen of sunset, orangey lids blinking now and then. Through the green tinged aquamarine bevels that line her
eye ridges, glistening bronze speckles denote what life could lay under these rough waters. Sea swells churn on her belly in
a harmonious display of emerald shimmers like the waves left over from a tropical storm. Soft mint grasps her translucent
wingsails, glistening with a hint of sapphire just breaking through to the surface here and there. Ivy patterns cling to her
headknobs - which seem all too small, but give an overall dainty appearance. That same pattern continues all the way down her
headknobs elegantly. Then, as an added touch to her all ready magnificent coloration: tiny traces covering over her entire
body noticed only on a second glance, break things up and make it appear as though she were one gigantic piece of stained
glass art.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by Shandra.>

M'wan gives her head a bit of a shake, "A few impressions is all." She gives a grin, "So, not much really... unless you were
betting on the first hatching."

>From the sands below, Marja smiles at the newly hatched dragon, admiring her lovely colors.

>From the sands below, Shandra has to even take up the candidates shifting dance on the sands, even though she's accustomed
to it. Makes for an intresting waddle, shift, hop as one hand finds itself on Braxith's hide. Dam, quite interested in the
progress of the hatchlings, croons towards the bronze before hovering slightly behind the eggs. Much to the Weyrwoman's
chargin as she murmurs, "They'll be fine, love." Now if only the gold will believe that.

>From the sands below, Toree stands ridged, looking at the green, "Oh she is so... sooo..."

>From the sands below, Marja says "beautiful?"

>From the sands below, Kylar steps forward momentarily to squeeze Kyburk and Toree's shoulders in encouragement and whisper
something to them.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea mutters to Marja, "... those colors... patterns... stunning.."

>From the sands below, Briatta rocks back and forth on her heels. Possibly in a nervous gesture, or to keep her poor feet
from burning up, though probably both. "Oh, look at her, look at /her/..." She exclaims in a light sigh, aquamarine eyes
widening as she continues wringing her hands together.

>From the sands below, Marja nods to Jyrisea, "very stunning" But she keeps her attention on the hatchling.

>From the sands below, Toree nods, "Yes, beautiful."

>From the sands below, Stained Glass Sea Green Hatchling keeps her pose just long enough that /everyone/ on the sands has a
chance to marvel at her beauty. Then, when the time suits her, she begins to slowly, daintily move. Out towards the white
things, curiously peering at several of the candidates. But she takes her time, wandering up and down the row, sniffing at
each of those that have complimented her, at least twice.

>From the sands below, Toree hears Kylar she smiles gratefully at her, then turns to see the green move.

>From the sands below, Impish Trickster Egg jerks spasmodicly to the right very suddenly, sending up a spray of sand around
it.

>From the sands below, Marja looks admiringly at the green, "oh, what a wonderful dragon!"

>From the sands below, Ominous Bubbling Thane Egg begins to move, first one way, then back. To, fro, to fro it burrows down
into its nestling spot.

>From the sands below, Toree backs out of the way barely dodging the sand.

>From the sands below, Kyburk clasps his hands together, a small trickle os sweat rolling down the side of his face. He sifts
the overly warm sands through his bare toes and swallows hard, feeling the rush of excitement and wild emotion. "I didn't
even touch the eggs. I don't think I can do this, Mom." But its hard to tear his eyes away from the beautiful green, the
handome brown.

>From the sands below, Stained Glass Sea Green Hatchling seems ruthless when she finally spots the one she wants. It must be
the long dark runnertail that captivates her. She moves forward and looks up into the candidate's eyes.

>From the sands below, Marja gasps in shock, "Lilenth! Oh, Lilenth, you want me??"

>From the sands below, Jyrisea gasps as the girl next to her impresses, " Oh Marja! she's wonderful! "

>From the sands below, Kylar gives her son a final encouraging hug. "You can do it. Just be strong and let them come to you."
She steps back out of the way and returns to her job of ushering new riders out to feed their dragons.

>From the sands below, Marja kneels in front of the hatchling, "Of course, we'll go eat right now!" Her eyes glowing with
delight.

>From the sands below, The Ominous Bubbling Thane Egg rolls over and bumps into another egg, a crack running across the shell
ever so slowly until at last, the hatchling inside nudges it, half of the thing falling away to reveal a fantastic little
blue hatchling inside.

>From the sands below, Lilenth croons softly, nuzzling her new lifemate.

>From the sands below, Chiseled Rune Stone Blue Hatchling

A patchwork of puzzling beveled aquamarine patterns cover the hide of this finely crafted sapphire hatchling. It's as though
there's an encrypted message hidden within his taunt skin. Veils of downy chiffon ripple neatly as his muscles flex, the
accents highlighting ever more so than one would expect. Vapor trails of rich azure manage to cloud the tips of his
wingspars, dusted with a light sprinkling of gold. Icy lightning streaks seer across his cheek, encompassing his headknobs in
a blaze of brightness. Indigo gemstone ridges poke up from his slender neck. He boasts seemingly paper-thin wingsails, though
they're actually sturdier than they appear. The color is what creates the illusion: pale glassy looking crystallized topaz.
Gentle lids blink slowly, showing off more golden sparkles. Short obsidian talons complete his appearance.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by D'lon.>

>From the sands below, Marja smiles up at Jyrisea, "My god... I never thought this would happen."

>From the sands below, T'burk smiles, glad that Marja has impressed such a lovely dragonet! "Well done!" he says out oud to
himself.

>From the sands below, Toree ohs as the dark egg she had touched hatches, "Ky that was the egg I touched!"

>From the sands below, Aarina looks around and then towards Marja and bounces up and down excitedly, " A Green! Congrats
Marja!" Rina doesn't know what else to really say, she just stands there, lifting each foot up and down to stop it from
getting too hot.

>From the sands below, Richard's Tragedy Egg starts to rock as well, albeit rather noble-like as it starts to tilt onto it's
side. Being kingly has never seemed so hard before, it appears. Or should that be, like nobility?

>From the sands below, Marja has a silly grin on her face as she looks towards Rina, "Thank you!"

>From the sands below, Chiseled Rune Stone Blue Hatchling hesitates not even one moment before tromping down the line, tail
high, nose high. Sniff, sniff, sniff. Wings poise outward, dripping onto the sands. The sands hiss in relief at each tough of
the cooler egg goo. Tail whips, and the blue stops. What is /that/, there. *sniff*

>From the sands below, Briatta blinks, head still leaning to the side as she echoes, "Lilenth? Oh, what a nice name... It
certainly suits her. Congratulations, Marja!" The felicitations don't go on much longer though, once she spots the
newly-hatched Blue, and ooohs and aahhhhs appropriately.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea wipes her face again and moves to make sure Marja and hew new lifemate have a clear path to
follow the weyrlingmaster along.

>From the sands below, Kyburk suddenly feels...abandoned. He looks up to soo Vinteth and Ameth, perched hig above, and he
feels that he ca even hear their voices among all the other dragons. There is suddenly a longing in his heart, acutely
painful and beautiful, that he has never felt before. He smiles over at his sister, though. He at least has to stay dtrong
for her.

>From the sands below, Toree stares at this amazing blue her mouth gapping at the thought of thats what reached out to her,
but that was touching, she looks at the hatchling to watch where it goes.

>From the sands below, T'burk says "Ahh! A handsome Blue!"

>From the sands below, Marja leaves the sands, vanishing into the entrance to a cavern hidden by the shadows in the back of
the hatching grounds.

>From the sands below, Marja has left.

>From the sands below, The Richard's Tragedy Egg rocks spasmodically before a long sinuous crack splits the egg jaggedly in
half, dumping a tiny, damp Moss Covered Moor Green dragonet onto the sands! Creeling in a tone that seems indignant at her
abrupt birth, she picks herself up and shakes, something akin to a wet canine, dislodging shell fragments and sand in all
directions. Hasy wings like mist over dense peat bogs spread as she turns, picking up on her chosen's direction.

>From the sands below, Chiseled Rune Stone Blue Hatchling flicks his tail and tromps about some more, wings giving a shake.
More goo falls to the sands, the heat drinking up every last ounce of moisture. The blue sniffs. Yes, there.

>From the sands below, Winter's Hue Egg all but dances in it's spot on the hot sands. If there were ever a cause for an
earthquake, this egg might have been it.

>From the sands below, Marja steps out of the shadows near the back of the grounds and onto the sands.

>From the sands below, Marja has arrived.

>From the sands below, Lilenth has left.

>From the sands below, Marja calls to Lilenth and she bounds to her side, slipping in behind her.

>From the sands below, Marja leaves the sands, vanishing into the entrance to a cavern hidden by the shadows in the back of
the hatching grounds.

>From the sands below, Marja has left.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea closes the gaps that form around her as her fellow candidates impress and move away with their
new lifemates, as the blue and now a new green emerge and wander out, a gasp is seemingly torn from her, amazed no doubt by
their beautiful colorings.

>From the sands below, Toree reaches up slowly, taking both hands to cuddle the marked face that stands before her, "Shyth of
course, love I would feed you, I'd never let you go hungry!"

>From the sands below, Kyburk pulls in a breath and lets it out, fascinated by the motions of the Rune Stone Blue. He
chuckles a little to himslef as he shifts his feet about again.

>From the sands below, Toree breaks her gaze long enough to say, "His name is Shyth!"

>From the sands below, Like a bolt of lightning on a dark night, she moves swiftly down the path of least resistance, dodging
clutchsibs until she stops dead in her tracks before a tall, wiry young man boasting a mass of extremely curly blonde hair.
There is a moment of silence as the boy seems to crumple under the weight of the connection before Sevnival, now S'niv, cries
tearfully to his neighbors, eyes wide, " She says her name is Kamith!

>From the sands below, Winter's Hue Egg continues to dance, and then all of a sudden ceases. But it's only a trick you see.
It's just waiting until it's being paid attention again.

>From the sands below, Kyburk watches as his sister Impresses, and moves further back. This is her moment. Tears roll down
his cheek, and he blinks them away.

>From the sands below, Kylar grins as Toree impresses the blue. "I knew you could do it," she says softly, a tear forming in
her eye.

>From the sands below, Winters Hue Egg gives a sudden, violent shudder, toppling over sideways in the sand. There, it remains
motionless for a few heartbeats before cracks start to spiderweb erratically across its smooth surface. A sharp muzzle
finally pops through, and with a little shake, the rest of the egg crumbles to reveal its occupant.

>From the sands below, Dark Starry Night Blue Dragonet

The slim, roguish frame of this young sir seems drenched in shadows, as if cut out directly from a vibrant summer night sky.
The deepest sapphires and plums strokes his slender frame, brushing against twitchy flanks, flowing smoothly down necks long
coil, tumbling down joyfully to the spaded tip of a swishing tail. Merging and mingling, the more solid hues of night-dark
indigo drapes wingsails; wingsails dusted with silver. Moonlight lives in those fragile sails, brushed with polished pewter
and punctuated by opalescent veins, which when spread arch over his streamlined body like a glorious nocturnal cape. Hints of
lapis lazuli accent his rakish profile, frosting over pearled headknobs, brushing against rounded neckridges, gifting his
features with a natural sense of nobility, perhaps belied by the mirth found behind those kaleidoscopic jeweled eyes. And
over this all, a chaotic shimmer of stardust, the silvery freckles tossed randomly over the whole of his body like so many
stars in the distant sky.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by D'lon.>

>From the sands below, T'burk actually leaps up, a fist raised in joy for his daughter."Toree! Well done!"

>From the sands below, Toree takes a hold of the blue's neck, "Of course I belong to you silly one, We'll go eat then I will
tell you all about the world."

>From the sands below, Shyth has left.

>From the sands below, Toree calls to Shyth and he bounds to her side, slipping in behind her.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea looks torn as more impress around her, first Toree, then S'niv...her lips move, but only the
words "...so fast! " reach her nearest neighbors in the shrinking semi-circle of candidates.

>From the sands below, Aarina smiles, " Congrats Toree! I knew you would impress!" Rina bounces around, it doesn't really
occur to her that there are fewer and fewer eggs left and she still hasn't gotten any closer to impress than the others that
are left.

>From the sands below, The Glorious Battlefield of Crispian Egg rocks back and forth in its spot for a moment, then slowly
topples to one side. There it lies in, nearly blending in with the sand. Only the bits of silver give it away.

>From the sands below, Toree glances about looking for the way out, then finds it

>From the sands below, Toree leaves the sands, vanishing into the entrance to a cavern hidden by the shadows in the back of
the hatching grounds.

>From the sands below, Toree has left.

>From the sands below, Dark Starry Night Blue Dragonet rumbles, and blinks open his moist little eyes for the first time. Maw
opening in a yawn, he clammers up to his feet and trudges forward, churring as he moves. His head tilts up and down as he
pauses in front of each of the candidates, as though he knows what he wants but he just can't seem to get to it fast enough.

>From the sands below, Kyburk's jaw drops when he sees the patch of beautiful night sky burst from his egg. Didn't he see
that bit of sky once before, through his farviewer?

>From the sands below, Shandra chuckles softly, turning into a laugh as watches the small blue, and the green. Oh dear.
"There's just so much going on right now..." This is a good thing as Braxith almost appears to be as smug as Jaereth, the
bronze trumpeting loudy enough to cause a few Assistant Weyrlingmasters to shake there head with a grin.

>From the sands below, Briatta manages to stop wrining long enough to clap her hands together as she shouts her
congratulations over to Toree and her Shyth, and then to S'niv and Kamith. Wow, the eggs are going fast... The dark, roguish
blue is spotted and she flashes him one of those brighter-than-Rukbat smiles of hers. "They're all so lovely..." Is commented
to one of the few remaining candidates standing near her.


>From the sands below, T'burk smiles over at Shandra, then to Braxith. "Beautiful hatchlings, Shandra!"

>From the sands below, Glorious Battlefield of Crispian Egg takes its turn now. It rocks in steady tempo to a silent band of
harpers. Small sprays of sand fly to the left and right as the tempo increases, music finding its climax in the middle of the
hatching sands though not a note other than the hums of dragons flits through the cavern. That must be enough for it.

>From the sands below, Dark Starry Night Blue Dragonet bulges, albeit gently, into the ear of the one who appreciates him
enough to be his life long companion. But, does this young man want him in return? Loving gentle eyes keep watch on him,
waiting.

>From the sands below, Kyburk gasps...! "I heard you, Daoth!" He drops to his knees, arms outstretched to the fantastic BLue!
The most beautiful, magnificent Blue on all of PERN!

>From the sands below, Glorious Battlefield of Crispian Egg rocks harder, sprays of sand getting higher.

>From the sands below, T'burk gives a single cheer of excitement..."YES!"

>From the sands below, Aarina gasps, and notices the Blue Dragon impress to Ky, " Oh Ky! Congrats!" Rina holds herself, not
wanting to cry, even if she is excited for him. Rina looks towards the remaining eggs and then back to Kyburk, growing more
and more nervious by the min.

>From a distance, Shalneth glides down and backwings to in the bowl.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea leans forward a bit to watch the blue choose Kyburk and she visibly sniffles now, wiping her
face, overjoyed to see so many of her friends impressing this day it would seem, for though wet, her face is beaming!

>From the sands below, Kylar begins to cry in happiness as her son impresses the beautiful blue. "Kyburk!!!" She can't resist
hugging her son as she herds him out to feed his new lifemate.

>From the sands below, Impish Trickster Egg shimmers a little. All that fairy dust, it *has* to shimmer. And now that it's
twitching, it shimmers even more. It tips a bit to the side, then rights itself.

>From the sands below, "Kyburk!" Briatta doesn't bother hiding her excitement for her friend as she quite literally bounces
up and down at seeing his Impression. "Oh, he's the loveliest dragon, Ky! Congratulations!" Her excitement wears off once she
remembers the horror stories of candidate maulings, and calms down, shuffling nervously back and forth from foot to foot as
she keeps a wary eye on the hatchlings.

>From the sands below, A strange chip-crack sound repeats, until finally, falling like an avalanche, the Glorious Battlefield
of Crispian Egg crumbles, leaving the Starry Starry Night Blue dragonet staring about him with wide, blazing red-orange eyes!
Silent as the moon, he rises from the sands. Light seems to sparkle off his damp hide and pale wings, who's gentle sails are
soft as midnight clouds. Tiny specks of pale blue work their way over his hide, resembling so many stars in the magical,
deep, velvet blanket that is the night. He orients quickly, as if knowing the one for him cannot be far away!

>From the sands below, Kyburk hugs the little blue, brushing bits of sand from his delicate, shimmering hide. "He's got to
eat, Mom. He's hungry!"

>From the sands below, Roseate Morning Star Egg gives a small rock to one side, then the other before stilling, bidding it's
time.

Vinteth lets out a loud bugle, her version of Ode to Joy!

>From the sands below, All of a sudden, the Impish Trickster Egg begins to spin. At first it's slow, but it grows faster and
faster. Then it stops. Nope. Not ready yet, not quite. For now it just sits there and sparkles.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea lifts and shakes her left foot, sand dribbling out of her sandal, then she repeats the awkward
manuever with her right foot, though her gaze keeps careful watch over the remaining rocking eggs.

>From the sands below, T'burk gives a quick caress to his son's head as he passes by. "Excellent!" THen he starts gathering
up the rest of the girls, herding them towards the Gold egg. "Jyrisea...Aarina... This way!"

>From the sands below, Jyrisea turns her head as she hears her name and quickly follows the Weyrsecond's directions, closing
in on the golden egg.

>From the sands below, Impish Trickster Egg twists about, sending sand flying against its fellows, as if suddenly starting
awake. Falling sideways, it rolls away a short distance, settling in a small depression of sand as cracks start to appear on
its surface. One by one, the luminous pieces of shell start to fall off, slowly revealing what was hiding inside.

>From the sands below, Roaring Hearthfire Brown Hatchling

Flames of hearthfires ambers and oranges emblazon this sturdy dragonet in a riotous, chaotic pattern. Brown he is certainly,
of the deepest burnt mahogany, fizzing and glowing with deep fire. Scorched neckridges are nearly black, polished with amber
effervescence; red glow heating up the crevices surrounding shoulders and neck, flickering down shoulders and taunt muscles.
Stretched taunt over paper-thin wingsails, flames of dark red and umber roam randomly, the crimson whirls ever moving as
though the fragile expanse of his wings had caught fire, the tips slashed with ashen coals. Lighter hues spill down his
throat, across haunches and taunt belly, frothing joyfully in drunken shades of amber and fleeting gold, dissolving
eventually into rich, deep brown hide. Only in the bright whirling of multifaceted eyes does one find solace from this
ravaging fire, the clear curiosity and innate mischief surely as dangerous as searing flames.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by Shandra.>

>From the sands below, A shadow moves, no...wait.. it's the blue again! He's found his chosen, for his direction is
unswerving and any in his path quickly move aside until he is finally united with a lovely young girl, her hands fidgeting
behind her back, playing with the ends of her Crom coal black hair. Toralia gasps, the sound piercing the hush that evelopes
the grounds and she veritably beams a smile, not unlike the sun, as her arms wrap around her new lifemate. " Yes of course we
can Coresanth! Right away, I promise! " escapes her lips, quickly followed by a soft giggle and a nod for an unheard comment.

>From the sands below, T'burk smiles to the girls, looking hopeful. "Go on..."

>From the sands below, Aarina watches Kyburk quietly, before turning back to the remaining eggs, nerviously picking up her
feet one at a time to do the hot sands dance. Rina smiles and looks over towards T'burk nerviously, " Me?" Rina gulps and
looks at Jyrisea and slowly makes her way towards the gold egg.

>From the sands below, Roseate Morning Star Egg blinds a few onlookers as it twists and rocks, little cracks splintering
throughout it's once smooth surface. Then, like it's clutch sibling. It waits, for the right moment to make her grand
appearance.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea grins at Aarina and takes a very deep, almost harperic breath, as she stands tall, waiting for
the gold to emerge and choose her lifemate.

>From the sands below, Dark Starry Night Blue Hatchling has left.

>From the sands below, Kyburk calls to Dark Starry Night Blue Hatchling and he bounds to his side, slipping in behind him.

>From the sands below, Kyburk leaves the sands, vanishing into the entrance to a cavern hidden by the shadows in the back of
the hatching grounds.

>From the sands below, Kyburk has left.

>From the sands below, Braxith is like every protective mother, watching the gold egg with a continous humming deep within
her throat. Shandra nods slowly in approval of the approaching girls towards the egg.

>From the sands below, Roaring Hearthfire Brown Hatchling wastes no time sitting in the shards of his egg. The moment he can
manage to stumble to his feet, he's off, nosing across the sands with the determination of a true explorer. But as
interesting as this new world is to him, he can't let himself be sidetracked from his main goal. So he turns to head towards
the candidates.

>From the sands below, Kylar assists T'burk in herding the girls toward the gold egg, grinning her encouragement to them.

>From the sands below, Briatta blinks over at T'burk, absently chewing on her bottom lip as she shuffles closer to that egg,
trying her best to stay as far away as possible. If she can, she'll stand behind one of the others. She watches the Brown
over her shoulder, still biting her lip as she continues rocking back and forth on her heels. Nervous? Scared? Certainly...
Unfortunately, Braxith would probably take offense to her bolting off the sands.

>From the sands below, Giving another final shudder, Roseate Morning Star Egg shatters with little warning, imperfect cracks
spider webbing across the golden smoothness that has been the young queen's refuge to reveal...

>From the sands below, Romeo's and Juliet Gold Hatchling

Across this hatchling's hide in a splendorous array, brilliant tangerine swirls bob and weave their way through a mixture of
etched tawny gold. Fiery sallow sets her headknobs on proverbial fire, but a small amount of minute sky-blue speckles give an
iced appearance to cool things down into a tranquil state. Spilling over her crown, bright lemon stretches across the expanse
of her back like a mane; nearly reaching her tail tip. More subtle jasmine decorates her wingspars, accented nicely by a pale
coral display on the membranes. Barely touching her muzzle, a shimmering ivory mask blazes backwards to cover her eyes like a
spider, four points reaching towards her neck from behind either facet. Her underbelly displays more on a buffed carmine as
apposed to the rest of her intensely colored hide. Extravagantly carved muscles flex, highlighted by blistering rays of
sunlight. Her overall appearance is vivid, a blissful golden dream. Obsidian talons stretch precisely from her ginger spiced
paws.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by Shandra.>

>From the sands below, One red-haired girl from Half Moon Bay Hold, approaches the egg, then backs away, squealing in fear.

>From the sands below, Down at the end of the semi-circle, Gyzalt has been watching and waiting like a patient child. The
brown's got her attention, though. She tugs on her fellow candidate's robe, nearly jumping out of her skin as she demands,
"Lookit it! Look! Isn't he /handsome/?" Her other hand clenches and unclenches at her side, and she adds, "What am I askin
/you/ for? /I/ know he's good looking and that's that."

Vinteth keeps up her bugling, but soon brings it down to a high soprano hum again.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea takes another deep breath and holds it, head up but tilted to one side as she stares at the
gold, hands clasped behind her back, almost as if she were admiring a work of art.

>From the sands below, Roaring Hearthfire Brown Hatchling pauses to bury his nose in a pile of sand--just out of curiosity,
you see. Then, with a startled sneeze, he backs hastily away from it and scurries closer to the candidates, still shaking his
head to get rid of the sand. Then he lifts that sandy head and catches sight of someone...special. He trails purposefully
toward the gold egg and the cluster of girls around it.

>From the sands below, Aarina gasps softly as the gold hatchling spills onto the sands, whispering, " She is sooo
beautiful.." Rina suddenly becomes speachless and looks at the gold, not even realizing that there is a brown behind her, all
she see's is the gold hatchling infront of her.

>From the sands below, Briatta manages a crooked grin in Gyzalt's direction before those aquamarine eyes travel to the new
Queen. "She is pretty..." She admits softly to no one in particular. Still, everything in her wants to turn and run away, the
redhead's squeal doesn't help, either. Chew chew chew, bite bite bite. If she's lucky, she'll still have a lower lip when
this is all over.

>From the sands below, Romeo's and Juliet Gold Hatchling shakes her head back and forth, freeing her muzzle from shards. Her
eyes turn towards her dam, whom she stands up in front of, then lowers her head and rumbles. Then, her body whips about as
fast as a newborn's can, and she's sniffing at the shards left from her egg. Smells different on the outside. After inhailing
some sand, she sneezes, looking up at the candidates with the most startled of expressions.

>From the sands below, T'burk steps back to his dear friend Kylar. "Beautiful isn't she?" he comments to her as he admires
the superb Gold. But in his mind, he still sees his two children and their Blues.

>From the sands below, Kylar hugs T'burk and leans against him, watching the girls and the two remaining hatchlings. "They
all are."

>From the sands below, Jyrisea's face is split with a smile as she watches the young queen, a soft giggle escapes at the
sneeze and then she lets out a soft "awww", apparently torn between happy that the gold hatched alright, and concern for her
as well.

>From the sands below, Gyzalt snorts at Briatta. She shakes her head firmly, "No, not /her/" She frowns before ammending, "I
mean she's /pretty/, too, but I /was/ talkin bout the brown one." She shakes her head, hefting a sigh, "Ah well. They're
/all/ pretty."

>From the sands below, Shandra has been watching the girls, shifting to one foot as she waddle steps out of the way towards
T'rel. Brow arching at the brown's movements, her expression clearly crosses between puzzlement and curiosity. Who did he get
that from? Hatchlings wanting to get a glimpse of their clutch sibs is one thing, but this? Anything is possible as Braxith
matches Jaereth's enthusiastic trumpet yet another daughter.

>From the sands below, Roaring Hearthfire Brown Hatchling brightens. Oh, look, he gets a chance to sneak up on someone!
Without ceremony, he darts up to an auburn-haired young woman and deposits himself at her feet. Hi?

>From the sands below, Aarina happens to look down at the brown hatchling and gasps, her eyes fill with tears and she lets
out a joyous laughter that fills the caverns.. " Oh Zycath, I love you!" Rina kneels down and hugs his neck.

>From the sands below, Romeo's and Juliet Gold Hatchling sees someone as startled, or perhaps as nervous as she. She's a
queen, she shouldn't really be nervous. But she /is/ nervous as she watches her lifemate chewing away her skin. An even more
startled leap is taken as she dashes towards a golden haired candidate, skidding to a halt before her. She nudges at her
legs, trying to disuede that gnawing.

>From the sands below, Kylar cheers as both dragonets chose their lifemates, approving wholeheartedly of the choice.

>From the sands below, Briatta clings tightly to the ends of the slightly over-long sleeves of her robe as she misses
Gyzalt's comment. Okay, she'll admit, she's too wrapped up in the little Gold's apparent antics. She's a sucker for shiny
things. Finally, /finally/ she manages to stop gnawing away at herself, and blinks down at the hatchling before her.
"/You're/ hungry? Well, I'm /thirsty/. I haven't had a real drink in months!" Those blue eyes blink, though, as the
realization hits and she manages in a near-whisper, "L-loraeth?" Okay, that does it, the tears come out freely now as she
crouches, throwing her arms around the golden neck as she exclaims, "Oh, Loraeth!"

>From the sands below, Jyrisea backs up slowly and smiles, " congratulations Rina..Briatta...they're both wonderful! "

>From the sands below, Aarina looks up, still quite stuned at Jyrisea and smiles, " Thank you so much.."

>From the sands below, Aarina leaves the sands, vanishing into the entrance to a cavern hidden by the shadows in the back of
the hatching grounds.

>From the sands below, Aarina has left.

>From the sands below, Shandra shouldn't but does manage to hold her breath as she towards the gold in apprehension as she
chooses her lifemate. And she's still not going to be drinking for awhile yet as the dragon pair trumpet behind her. Smiling
towards the two remaining pairs, one hand smoothes out her dress, the other her belly as she starts towards the remaining
candidates on the sands.

>From the sands below, Kylar hugs T'burk again, then grins at Shandra. She nods to Braxith. "Congradulations on a fine bunch
of little ones!"

>From the sands below, Briatta continues clinging to Loraeth... /Her/ Loreath, before finally rubbing the back of her hand at
her eyes and rising shakily to her feet. Apparntly the realization that she /still/ won't get any wine doesn't hit Brat as
she and her new lifemate follow after the other new Weyrlings.

>From the sands below, Loraeth has left.

>From the sands below, Briatta calls to Loraeth and she bounds to her side, slipping in behind her.

>From the sands below, Briatta leaves the sands, vanishing into the entrance to a cavern hidden by the shadows in the back of
the hatching grounds.

>From the sands below, Briatta has left.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea stands with those left on the stands, and waits for the Weyrleaders to speak to the
candidates.

>From the sands below, Aarina steps out of the shadows near the back of the grounds and onto the sands.

>From the sands below, Aarina has arrived.

>From the sands below, Zycath has left.

>From the sands below, Aarina calls to Zycath and he bounds to her side, slipping in behind her.

>From the sands below, Aarina leaves the sands, vanishing into the entrance to a cavern hidden by the shadows in the back of
the hatching grounds.

>From the sands below, Aarina has left.

>From the sands below, T'burk saunters across the sands to the young girls left. One by one he hugs them, thanking them for
honoring Western Weyr by Standing, and inviting them to stay.

>From the sands below, Jyrisea smiles at the Weyrsecond and thanks him for his kind words.

>From the sands below, Shandra takes in the sight of the candidates still on the sands, a more gentler and welcoming smile on
her lips as she walks with the Weyrleader. "To be Searched is no small accomplishment and the fact that each of you are here
says that the dragons see something very special in all of you. If you'd like to stay at Western, we would be more than happy
to have you." Looking towards T'burk she smiles as he moves his words in the same direction.

>From the sands below, Z'ryx helps the remaining weyrlings still lingering about off the sands.

>From the sands below, Z'ryx walks over to the entrance to the hatching grounds.

>From the sands below, Z'ryx has left.

>From the sands below, T'burk bows to the WeyrLeaders.

<From around Makioth> From the sands below, Shandra continues with a slightly louder ring to her voice for those in the
stands, "There will be a banquet in the living caverns for those who will like to stay for a little while longer."

<From around Makioth> From the sands below, Jyrisea bows the the leaders and picks up her burning feet, hot footing it to
where she can relax, heading out towards the bowl.

<From around Makioth> From the sands below, Jyrisea moves over to the entrance to the hatching grounds.

<From around Makioth> From the sands below, Gyzalt looks around in confusion. "That's it?" she demands hotly. "That's all the
eggs?" She huffs and shrugs, "Oh well. Was about as intresting as G'zar said, though." Oh, Shandra just said the magic word.
"Food?" she asks.