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[[Date: Late Evening, 4th day of Late Autumn 231 AL]]

The past several days had been particularly tense on the Sands. Nirinath said little, concentrating fully on her eggs, but Tsuen noticed a marked increase in the amount the gold twisted and rearranged the eggs in their little mounds of sand, only to pick them up and move them around again. Finally, the moment came when the mother raised her head and, instead of asking for a morsel of food or a bucket or three of water, began to hum. It resonated through the cavernous hatching circuit and out over Katila, and one by one all the other dragons joined in. The Weyrwoman had gathered a few supplies for herself for the time up to and including the hatching and stashed them behind the first row of seats, most importantly the heavy rugs that she could sit upon while out on the Sands with Nirinath, without being scorched.

Also in her stash was a small container of rags for if she needed to redirect a dragonet that was going the wrong way. More often than not the dragonets knew where they were going, but occasionally they tried to wander completely off the beaten path. They also could accidentally hurt themselves or others, and while there were healers available to take care of them, the extra rags might prove helpful. Are you ready, Dearest? Never. But we will get through it together, just like every other time.

Tsuen turned her eyes again to the eggs, which were moving softly. Ronarth appeared first with D'ren, and then other riders began to appear from there, the dragons letting the passengers off at the door or simply carrying them up to the heights to watch from dragonback. They were in little hurry; while the eggs could start hatching any moment, it could take hours to get them all hatched. Keep telling yourself that, Tsuen, she warned herself. She patted Nirinath on the shoulder as the Candidates filed out to stand and wait for the hatching to begin.



The Egg - Hatchling - Impressee
<bottom row starting with pale grey>
Bombardment Egg - Larger Than Life Hatchling - Evolutionary Striding Bronze Vyaniorth to Allendris
Endless Romps Egg - Love The Hand That Feeds Hatchling - Just One More Green Peostath
Cool Façades Egg - Thrice Born Hatchling - Reigning Blades Green Charath to Erisi
Strong Soldiers Egg - Terror of the Skies Hatchling - Old Ruins Blue Terth to Tirydin
Crumbling From The Inside Egg - World's Last Hope Hatchling - Rank Above The Rest Gold Krypth to Jada
Second Rate Attack Egg - Bittersweet Tundra Hatchling - Halted Flight Bronze Hoth to Remelant

<middle row starting including striped egg & yin yang eggs>
Hesitant Strikes Egg - My One And Only Hatchling - Left In The Dust Green Pluth to Fayleri
Slow Journey Egg - Dancing Horizon Hatchling - [color=#489897]Ambling Tortoise Blue Fomalhauth to Yuhannam
Irresponsible Flight Egg - Fire In My Mouth Hatchling - Bolting Hare Green Coroth to Corraidhin
Dragging Anchors Egg - Unhatched
Indecision Paramount Egg - Hate Me Love Me Hatchling - Decide Another Day Green Glieseth to Dogul
Bird Of A Feather Egg - Family To All Hatchling - First On The Scene Green Oruth to Visltine

<back row;grey/yellow striped to green/grey eggs>
Deafening Explosions Egg - Widespread Shatters Hatchling - Triumphant Accomplishment Green Sunoth to Lansi
Detailed Presence Egg - Tiny Weaves Hatchling - Cheap Dreamer Blue Teegarth to Silute
Love Thy Neighbour Egg - Love Is In The Air Hatchling - Ancient Twin Blue Veeth to Valerian
Empty Room Egg - Damn Straight I'm Good Hatchling - Misguiding Hands Blue Gallifreth to Vialden
Tip Of The Curiosity Egg - What Just Happened Hatchling - Corner Of Your Eye Green Unowth to Iruvia
Brighter Side Of Things Egg - Blind In The Light Hatchling - Light In My Heart Blue Pistoth to Echlerov

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To be perfectly fair, this was Far's first Hatching. He'd been here for a long bit of time and then some, and he'd certainly gained some experience with dragons- mostly using the laid-back and absolutely stealable (Har Har) Ilveriath as his test subject- but this time he'd be meeting BABY dragons. And that made a difference. The tall man was practically vibrating as he waited for instructions. And when he was given them, he jumped obediently. He was feeling particularly jittery, and there was little he could do about it.

His eyes went to the eggs he'd touched first, and he grinned, remembering. One of them had been a friendly little wherry, at least. He waved to the Gold as he was shunted off onto the Sands, giving her a Wide Grin (Trademarked in every Hold.) This was an exciting time.

I'shan had asked him how he felt about his chances, and his answer had surprised him. He'd thought he'd be greedier. Thought he would want it more. But right now, he was just happy to be a part of this. And he was pretty hopeful, because if he failed to Impress this time, he didn't want to wait three more turns (or more!) before he got another shot.

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Indivara was eating dinner, like any reasonable young woman should be doing in the early evening hours at the end of a long day. Her next move was going to be a long, hot bath in the women's facilities; after assisting with chores that she wasn't assigned to, Indivara was particularly grubby. The preteens hands were the only part of herself that were currently literally clean though she was spoiling even that as she picked at her food with absent fingers, already full but loath to walk away from the remainder of her delicious plate.

It wasn't actually the humming Indivara caught wind of first, but the frantic woman that shot through the length of the Dining Hall, her eyes furious as she grumbled about dragons and their impeccably bad timing - after she'd just finished making a splendid meal! Then there were chairs scraping and voices being raised as dragons alerted their humans to the upcoming event and joined in the thrumming welcoming tune. Indivara was sure she caught Grith's excited babble, the dragon ever vocal, and she removed herself carefully from her seat before ducking under the table and crawling as fast as she could under the wooden structures that were lined up, effectively avoiding the milling crowd and crushed toes.

Slipping out from the end of the table, Indivara shoved her way through the milling people, stomping heavily on toes that got in her way and kicking shins that weren't quick enough to move. Finally getting out of the building, Indivara found herself at the mercy of excitable dragons, rushing people, and screaming commands. Snarling to herself, the girl quickly shoved her way through the excitable throng of people, and quickly made her way into the Hatching Circuit. Sheesh! People needed to relax! It was just a Hatching!

Smirking to herself at that thought, Indivara inched around alongside the wall, not actually joining the other spectators but keeping close to the edge of the Sands, watching the eggs rock and shift with a tight, focused gaze.

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A cold swim in the stream, after a five hour walk and then a hot bath when she returned. That was how Lymsleia had spent the last few hours. Kitchen duties and building duties, and Healer work had taken its toll on the young woman. Caring for Talian  and worrying about B'jin had stressed her. Her eyes bore the signs of sleepless nights as eased herself into the hot water she soaked herself. The bath salts  and sand  helped to scour her skin clean and  for a moment Lymsleia let herself truly relaxed. She hated being out of touch. For the past few days she'd been antsy and worried and nervous.

Talian, & B'jin, though she didn't know the later well, the former was her friend and senior her craft. He'd broken down and lived to tell the tale. He'd live to see another day, he would go on. B'jin, she wasn't sure what role he had in Talian's life by they were close. And she was alone. She had friends- oh Breccan, Talian, she could really count them on one hand- maybe two. B'jin's punishment had left its mark on her, hard and painful it screamed in her veins. The man had been whipped, marked and marred. She'd wanted so badly to stop it, she'd wanted to stop watching the horror but duty and the Weyrleader's announcement that it was a punishment stuck with her. She'd stayed rooted and ever lash B'jin had taken. She let herself drift in hot water, thank for for being clean. She had washed her hair and let her fingers rank through it.

She'd noticed it subtly, the humming. Like a glass of water and drum, the water in the bathing tub  bounced. The vibration was soothing, and she started to slip beneath water-until that is she realized what it meant. Humming.. dragons.. The Dragons were humming. They dragons were humming. The EGGS were hatching, that was nice the eggs were....

Lymsleia sat bolt upright as the thought washed over her. It was like being slapped. Her legs and arms felt heavy and struggled to get herself moving, towel and to the sands--- clothing first. She reminded herself. Sturdy boots, and plain pants and a plain shirt. She bolted through the hall ways practically waving her candidate knots as she went for the robes. She grabbed the sheet-like covering and threw it on. Her hair was sopping wet, soaking the back of her robe down around her neckline  to the middle of her back, where the last few strands of black hung. She didn't care.

As they were marched out on to the sands Lymsleia scanned the crowd, mayhap her father was there? Maybe.. if he wasn't dead? She drew a breath, she learned the fate of her mother, death.

She shook h the thought from her head and for a moment clutched the medicine bag, and slowly handed it to one of the other healers on the sands. "Hold on to this for me, please." she said nervously. "There's a pounch it there," she began to explain three of the pouches to another healer. "Smelling smells, but a few other others know the not system..." she explained.

"Lymsleia!" a call from one of the other candidates made her turn. "SHELLS!" she yelped realizing the other candidates had already lined themselves up. She  remembered the eggs she touched and quietly counted in her mind. Her first Hatching. Her first interaction with real babies-- well baby dragons--  It was like  midwifing that first birth all over again, she stilled her self.

She would succeed, she must succeed. She tried to close her eyes and recapture that feeling of clarity that one of the eggs imparted to her. Yes she needed that now.

Lymsleia stepped forward, on to the sands.

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The humming resonating through the Weyr was a sound all of the Candidates had been instructed about, so most knew what to do right when the sound started. Erisi was one of them, but instead of taking action to get ready and onto the Hatching Grounds, he was leaning against the door to his room with arms folded against his chest. The expression on his face clearly said that he did not want to budge. Some Candidates were excited, some were nervous, and Erisi was entirely filled by dread. This wasn't the life he had picked for himself, and he definitely did not want some dragonet changing the course of his existence. Erisi put a high value in control, and having the idea of that control being wrested from him by a dragon wasn't pleasing.

He'd been kidna-- sorry -- Searched, forced to live in this Weyr and contribute, had gotten into trouble numerous times, and they expected him to be happy and want to Impress. Erisi was not the type of person to just submit to another's will.  In the end, it probably wasn't that surprising that he was resisting until the very bitter end. Another group of Candidates passed by him, and he kept his gaze strictly on the ground. Erisi doubted he would go unnoticed for long, but he was going to revel in these last moments of freedom. He was sure a dragonet wouldn't be stupid enough to pick him, but on the off chance that one did, well, he'd like to remember his life when it wasn't shackled to a dragonet's tail.

His time was almost up, and he sucked in a long, calming breath. Who knew how long this Hatching would take, and if he'd last through it intact. He just wanted his old life, he wanted that old happiness. Sure, he had a new kind of happiness here in small doses, but it was nothing when compared to what he once had. Any moment now he really would have to get ready to enter the Hatching Grounds, but he was still continuing to hold off.

Someone he recognized began to close in next to him, and Erisi finally broke his stern silence. He pushed some of the dark strands of hair away from his face, and greeted Valerian with a weary smile. He was still dressed in pants and a short sleeved shirt, which made it fairly clear what he was trying to pull. "Do you imagine if I don't show up, D'ren will send someone to forcibly drag me to the Sands?"

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Razzah had been studying one of the scrolls that he had been given to study when the faint sound of a dragon humming caught his ear. At first the young man thought nothing of it but soon te humming was drowned out of his ears by the louder rush of frantic feet. Razzah stood up from his lounging in one of the crafthalls study areas to investigate the commotion; upon sticking his head out the door however, he almost lost it. A rush of people and dragons wisked by and Razzah just barely caught excited words "it's time" "hatching" "who will impress?!." Shards and shells! the hatching was happening! Razzah rushed out of the study area and fought his way through the throngs of people and dragons alike.

At last -and feeling rather bruised- he made it to the hatching grounds; as soon as the hot air rushed against his face all his nervousness faded from him. As if this was the most calm day ever Razzah felt himself move down to the edge of the sands where he bowed to the Gold Queen. He offered his most heartfelt congratulations to her before taking his place among the rest of the candidates who would stand.

Razzah felt as calm as if he were relaxng out in the warm sun on a lazy day. He let his eyes wander over the eggs but they caught on the ones he had touched; these he looked at fondly. He didn't reach out with his mind and beg to impress one but simply left his mind open and inviting i am here; fine young ones, choose me if i am worthy. It was all very strange because since the day he had touched the eggs he had been very nervous about this the hatching day. He knew he would be jittery and mess up; but here he stood as at ease as one could get with a gentle happy smile playing upon his lips.

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She'd eaten earlier, and Jada was now staring at a list of the students in her class. She needed to move them on up to something else, but she wasn't sure what they needed to learn. Honestly, the Harper wasn't even quite sure she had enough of a grasp on her students, but maybe she was just over-thinking? Jada had still been fairly new to teaching, for all that she had been a Journeyman for some time. She had been at the Hall for much of it, and her first post had been easy. There hadn't been any 'special needs' there. But this was a Weyr! She was still in awe of it more than anything. She had only been here half a turn? Or so. And Jada still wasn't sure how she felt about the change in circumstances.

It was an honor, in a way. The circumstances could ahve been better. She had the chance of a lifetime! At the cost of a bright future. There were no guarantees of anything. Her loss could be for naught. She could live out the rest of her life as a broodmare for the Weyrleader, personal growth stunted by the advent of parasites in her womb; or, possibly, she could find herself bonded to a dragon. There really were positives to every negative. She just had to seek them out. (Jada wanted a family, she didn't mean to call her future spawn parasites.... She didn't like having it forced on her. She'd planned on finding love first, or a husband. She'd likely find neither at Katila, though the former would be a welcome chance.)

Dragons started humming in the early evening, interrupting her sulk and Jada shot to attention, golden-amber eyes going wide. Wasn't that... well, yes! It was. She was quite sure that they'd gone over this in Candidate Class, and if that wasn't confirmation enough? Riders and Weyrfolk alike started running about, trying to get their heads on straight. Everyone had places to go, people to ferry, and Jada found herself being dragged from the Crafthall, her papers scattered and forgotten on her desk.

Ushered one way, ushered another; Jada just did as she was instructed and made it to the Sands in one piece. She'd been shoved into her white robe, which almost glowed against her sun-tanned skin. It also made the dusting of freckles across her nose stand out. She hated it. And the sandals she had to wear? Barely covered anything; The Sands were hot, and this was no protection!

She thought she caught a glimpse of Indivara, but the girl was gone again in a moment, and the Harper bit her lip, eyes returning to the (fairly) small objects that would determine the futures of eighteen people. It was rather intimidating, in a way. She wasn't nervous. Not at all. Why should she be? Her life was already determined, and Jada could adapt to that. After all, her life had been decided on by parents, and MasterHarpers, and Dragonriders, so one more person making a decision for her wasn't going to be the straw that broke her. In fact, this one might be what saved her.

There had been greater shocks.

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He had just returned to his room after dinner when the humming had started, and Echlerov quickly changed and made his way to the hatching ground. At least it had come at a mostly convenient time, rather than early in the morning. It would have been miserable standing on the hot sands without any klah, and he was glad that it hadn't worked out like that. 

It would be bad enough on its own.

He joined the group of candidates, finding a place of his own. He was excited, and nervous, knowing that there was so much that could happen, that would happen. The only thing that was really a given at one of these, or so he presumed, having been at one before, was that there would be baby dragons and impressions, the rest, was a bit more fluid.

He glanced around, looking at those who had already arrived. He saw Lymsleia, whom he waved at happily, and then Erisi. It seemed that the other boy still wasn't into being a candidates, but it was a little too late to poison him now. And anything else would be far too noticeable. Oh well. Things would work out. The other candidates merely got cheerful grins, though he didn't see Breccan among them. She would be along soon he was sure, and then, for the most part anyway, the people that he was hoping would impress would be there. He still didn't know where he stood on the whole thing, whether he wanted to impress or not, but he was doing his best to keep calm and think happy thoughts.

The dragons were the ones to choose, and if there was one for him, it would be there.

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Kerrin, being not as sensible of a sort as Indivara, was enjoying a quick nap before dinner. It had been a long and hard day, and though the food that had just been set to cook on the hearths when he'd returned from his chores had certainly smelled delicious, the weyrbrat's tired body was telling him it just didn't want to remain upright long enough for him to greet the stew as soon as it came off the fires. He would just have to content himself with the leftovers; the kitchen workers always cooked plenty, anyway. And so, the boy was fast asleep when Nirinath began her humming.

It didn't take long for the rest of Katila's dragons to chime in, however, and soon the pulsing, melodic din of draconic humming was loud enough to to rouse even the dead. Kerrin woke with a start, disoriented, and wondering how his head had come to throbbing so. It took him awhile to realize that the sound originated not from his own skull, but instead seemed to filter in from all directions, increasing in volume and intensity until very walls around him vibrated from it. That's when it struck him: the eggs were about to crack! "Shells!" the weyrbrat yelled in dismay, flinging himself upright in such a frantic scramble that he ended up twisted in the sleeping furs, falling to the ground in not the magnificent leap from bed he'd envisioned but rather with a hard thud! onto his elbow. He hissed in pain, but there was no time to lose - he had no idea how much of the hatching he'd already slept through!

Fortunately the floor just happened to be the perfect location for him to grab at his sandals and white Candidate's robes, kept folded with unusual care and neatness under the bed. In a flurry of furs and clothes, Kerrin was soon changed, bursting from his barrack in time to see other Candidates heading towards the sands in a rush. The teen breathed a sigh of relief, smoothing the wrinkles from his (tragically plain, now that he thought about it, ugh) robes and collecting his composure immediately. Cool, he hadn't missed anything at all. Now it was time to swagger out and show these clueless Northerners how an Impression was done!

Setting off for the sands in a hasty but collected jog, stopping short as he came across Erisi and Valerian. Speaking of clueless Northerns... of course Erisi was standing there being a stubborn, sullen pain in the ass until the very last moment. Kerrin rolled his eyes. How R'nd had even put up with this guy's attitude problem long enough to seduce him was completely beyond the frowning weyrbrat. "Seriously, Erisi? Just change and get out there before D'ren comes after you, what kind of fool dragon would pick you anyway?"

At that he reached around the taller man, opening the door and giving him a bodily shove back into his barrack.

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B'jin was frowning over his shoulder, staring at the image of himself reflected in the mirror he had hooked up on the bedroom wall. He wasn't, and never had been, a particularly vain person. But the markings across his back, with the new skin forming and scarring was a rather horrific sight; B'jin had nice skin, and that was just. Wow. Shrugging tentatively, wriggling his shoulders with caution to test both skin and muscle elasticity, B'jin gently pulled a shirt on over his head and did up the lacing at his chest with slow fingers. Leaving his bedroom, B'jin tugged the door shut absently and kicked a stuffed toy across the room.

B-b-bb-bb-B'jin, Larrikith called, stuttering her riders name for no apparent reason, though the laughter behind it indicated that it had been done purposefully. B'jin's eyebrow arched slightly and he snorted his own amusement. "Yes, dear?" We are going to the Hatching, right? She smirked, peering in the window with bright eyes at her life mate as the man spun around, staring at her with wide eyes. "LARRI!" B'jin yelped, staring at the dragon wtih a wild expression before he caught up with the humming and his own dragon rumbled her amusement.

Come on, then! Larrikith chirped, watching as B'jin threw himself into action and then atop her back and the little green winked between to appear in the sky above the Hatching Circuit with a delighted bugle of greeting to her fellow dragons. Pushing her smaller body into the Circuit, Larrikith found herself somewhere to watch happily as B'jin grumbled to himself about the cold of between and tender skin and mumbled to himself as he settled himself down.

"Talian's safe at the Hall, right Larri?" Knowing the boy didn't want to tempt fate, they had agreed he'd be better off spending the occasion within the Healer Hall he was slowly claiming as his own. Larrikith rumbled softly. For now, she murmured, eyes focusing on the Candidates. Good luck Valerian! Larrikith cheered, humming happily as she watched the young man. B'jin threw him a smile, eyes flicking over those he had actually Searched and nodding to them.

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Nirinath's deep hum was picked up by Grith almost instantly, as she pranced around in front of the circuit idly. Falling to the ground still as a statue she inhaled deeply, her eyes whirling wildly. NIRINATH! She screeched, excitement pulsing through her body. Any response from the golden queen went unheard by the Green as she went galloping towards the dining hall where her rider was.

HATCHING! PELL! THEY'RE HATCHING! The words were bellowed out across the entire Weyr, even though she was aiming them to her rider. Even as she ran, she hummed deep within her chest, the sound being picked up by the other dragons of the Weyr. When she reached the dining hall, riders and other members of the Weyr were now pouring out of the building, which sorely impeded her progress forward.

Par'a was eating a hearty meal, as always, downing a rather large glass of wine after a hard day of chores and cleaning her dragon. Grith's screech to Nirinath was heard by her, though at first she didn't pay any heed to it. The Green had been highly excitable this past week, it was likely she had just seen Nirinath leaving to get a meal, which was a rare occasion with a clutch on the sands. Her following announcement caused Par'a to spit some of her wine out in shock, the eggs were hatching?! Dropping her cutlery she jumped up, swinging her legs over the bench and bolting for the exit. 'Grith! Are you sure?' Par'a trusted her dragon, but Grith was known for announcing a hatching when there hadn't been one and as such was wary.

Yes! Yes Pell oh they're hatching! Quickly, come quickly! She shouted, slightly less loud this time, though still broadcast to all as she bounced outside the doors. As soon as Par'a was through she vaulted to her dragon's neck, the petite Green jumping up and swooping over the heads of the crowd rushing beneath her. They reached the hatching circuit as the beginnings of the crowd arrived, Grith quickly landing and letting Par'a dismount before leaping up to find a suitable perch on the mountain. While she wouldn't be able to see much, she'd be close enough to hear and to pick Par'a up afterwards.

Jogging forward, she glanced in, trying to seek out the eggs around Nirinath's protective form. After a moment she spotted them, some shaking beneath her guarding form. They were beautiful, just as beautiful as the last clutch. Her hopes were high for this clutch, a Gold maybe! Par'a hadn't bet on any eggs, it wasn't something she liked, gambling. But still, she had high hopes on seeing many metallic hides crack shell this evening.
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R’nd had been having trouble sleeping the past few nights and unfortunately it wasn’t due to his time being spent in enjoyable manners. The upcoming Hatching was of course on everyone’s mind since the clutching but with every day that passed and the more classes that Kerrin took in preparation in case he Impressed, R’nd started to worry. It didn’t help that the weyrbrat had to point out that day at the lake that he would Impress and wanted to fly with the bluerider. Now, under the stress of all the drama lately, interesting dreams were starting to take shape until they morphed from innocent and pleasing with his friend Impressing blue or green to traumatizing nightmares of Kerrin on brown, or worse, bronze.

He had woken up in a cold sweat the night before after Kerrin, laughing maniacally, atop a large bronze dragon stood next to an unknown gold and her rider. He was weyrleader and everyone looked panicked. Katila was doomed! A fear that he was having a vision that would come to pass kept R’nd awake for the remainder of the night. He certainly didn’t want to see that again and he had somehow convinced himself that if he didn’t dream it, it wouldn’t come to pass.

Instead he had taken solace in a bottle of wine while trying to think of anything other than the hatching which led Ayyonth to question his rider constantly about his mental state and refusing to fly between until R’nd started acting normally again. Luckily for them both that happened shortly after a midday meal at the Dining Hall where properly cooked food and more klah sobered him up from the alcohol and his delirium. Soon after that, a nap seemed like a brilliant idea and it was possibly safe enough to give into that desire.

So it was a blissfully unconscious bluerider that woke with confusion and then panic when Ayyonth took up the humming and started pestering R’nd until he woke. It was time! Oh Faranth, his dreams really were prophetic, weren’t they. Still feeling slightly hungover from the bottle of wine and now fretting over what the night would bring with the Hatching, R’nd decided the only way to help slip out of his miserable state was for one more glass being chugged back before heading to his mirror to check his appearance, run fingers through his mess of sandy blonde locks, and head for Ayyonth.

Do you think Kerrin will Impress? Ayyonth knew that had been troubling R’nd for days and couldn’t resist asking on their flight to the Hatching Circuit as he still wouldn’t risk going between with his rider’s mind all over the place. Or any of the others you have spent time with recently? his laughter echoed in R’nd’s mind which earned him a smack to the back of the neck but it did little to dissuade the dragon. Kerrin will Impress. I have complete confidence that he will. I just worry about which crazy beast will do it. As to the others… I haven’t thought about it honestly.

Upon landing, R’nd dismounted, and patted Ayyonth affectionately before sending him off to find a spot to view the Hatching, not entirely surprised to see his blue seek out Larrikith. While he was tempted to do the same and find B’jin, R’nd instead focused on claiming a seat in the front where he would have the best view of the eggs and Kerrin. As the Candidates started to file out, more than a few looking familiar, R’nd noticed something that made him chuckle through his weariness; he really had ‘mingled’ with a lot of Candidates. No wonder Kerrin continued throwing hissy fits.

Oh well.

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Valerian had yet to go for dinner and was in his room, working on turning his records of B’jin’s lashing into a mournful ballad which would only end up being for himself as he didn’t quite care to share all of his music with the public. While he didn’t care if people liked what he wrote or found it shocking or offensive, there was a slight respect for the perky greenrider that had only grown after watching the way B’jin had taken the beating and then still defended Talian. If the man wanted a tune about him, then fine, but Valerian assumed he wouldn’t want everyone singing the tale and using it as a cautionary tool as it might hurt more than the actual knotted leather to the back. He was just working out adjectives to describe S’kef when the humming reached the barracks which threw off his groove and earned a glare at the small window.

Within seconds he knew what the noise was and while it was still annoying to be interrupted, Valerian shuffled his papers back into a neat order and put them away lest they blow around or be read and began changing. He didn’t rush into his clothes nor did he take his time. It was just a simple fact of life that needed tending to and he was prepared to go through with it like he did with everything else that came his way; at his own tempo. Besides, if he was meant to Impress than his dragonet would wait for him. Once the pretty unflattering robe that resembled a burlap sack was slipped on and sandals kicked on, Valerian sighed with a glance around his little room. This could be the last time he called the space his or it might be his home for who knew how many more turns until the next clutch came along; assuming he didn’t choose to focus on being a professional weyrfolk specializing in… well it certainly wouldn’t be hunting or numbweed gathering and other than Harpering, Valerian didn’t have experience in much else. So professional Candidate didn’t seem too bad.

As he made his way down the hall, he saw Erisi still in his regular clothes and frowned. He knew his friend didn’t want to go to the Sands and wanted nothing to do with dragons but it would save Erisi a lot of suffering if he just made the effort to show up and stand in the back away from the searching dragonets. Perhaps then he could get out of it without Impressing and get D’ren off his back. So when Erisi’s words reached him, Valerian offered a small smile and nod. However, Kerrin rushed up to them and took matters into his own hands and green eyes shone with amusement as he watched the spunky brat shove Erisi into his room to change.

“Not that I’m agreeing with him, but it’d be better if you did come along though I suspect D’ren would send an army of riders after you instead of doing it himself. We already know he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty.” Nudging Kerrin aside, Valerian stood in the doorway and stared Erisi down until he was confident the man wouldn’t do something stupid like curl up in bed and avoid the whole thing. It would only end up in staying on Candidate Isle which everyone knew Erisi wanted nothing to do with again, “I’ll see you out there, okay?” With that, he turned and nearly ran into Allendris, as stoic as usual but with a look of curiosity showing through.

Thinking back on it, Allendris had been in the room they shared but their friendship often involved long stints of silence where Valerian could forget the glass-smith was even in the room. Naturally that only went one way as he knew Allendris was highly aware of his presence and went through great lengths to avoid certain activities while they were both in the small room. Like dressing. The tall figure before him was now in the Candidate robe which meant Allendris had waited once again until the room was empty. Those born into the Holder life really needed to loosen up. With a mental sigh at his friend, Valerian grabbed Allendris’ hand, “come on, I’m sure there’s a bronze waiting to Impress your snooty ass.” With the glass-smith in tow, Valerian disappeared down the hall and towards the Hatching Circuit, shooting annoyed glances at people either directing them where to go and what to do or cheering them on.

The only two that didn’t earn that treatment were B’jin and Larrikith as the little green’s cheerful voice entered his mind soon after stepping out onto the Sands. He glanced around and found her, sending a little wave in her direction, an action he repeated once B’jin was spotted smiling at him. It was odd but he really was growing to like the two and was glad to see them both. His attention didn’t stay on them long, however, as green eyes zeroed in on the eggs, now sitting in a different order from what he recalled them in the last time he had seen them.

Would he Impress? Would it be that first egg he touched that had trusted him or would that empty egg jump out and maul him for attempting to disturb him? For once, Valerian was lacking in answers but in this case, he sort of didn’t mind. Sometimes a little mystery wasn’t such a bad thing.

It would just be better if it ended on a happy note.

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Kuminari was braiding her hair after her bath, the long locks of red were folded into a tight rope. Fixing it in place with a length of leather, the young woman brushed her fringe out of her eyes, and brushed both hands down the front of her long evening gown. Content with both her outfit and her appearance, Kuminari turned to leave the Barracks, her slippered feet treading lightly across the floor, when her room mate came barrelling in, throwing the door wide and shrieking out "The eggs are hatching!" before Kuminari could ask her what had gotten the other woman so excitable. Eyes widening and eyebrows arching up, Kuminari was too surprised to react for a moment, watching as the other girl grabbed her candidate robe and stripped off, flinging it over her body and grinning. "Come on!"

Kuminari only paused for a moment longer, pushing the door closed with a snap. "Help me!" she demanded, voice a cracking whip as she spun to present her back to the other girl. Used to Kuminari's demands, Maelin assisted her companion out of her gown. Throwing on her Candidate robe, Kuminari followed her dark haired room mate as they pelted through the throngs of people, with Kuminari taking the lead and literally shoving people in order to make her way and a path for the more timid Maelin behind her.

Reaching the sands, Kurminari grabbed at the other girl's hand, and tugged her along with her, joining their fellow Candidates without any particular flair, the redhead's free hand flying up to tug at the tip of her braid with delicately manicured fingers, her eyes slightly wide as she took in the wriggling eggs. Kuminari wasn't really one to generally get caught up in the excitement of the moment, and while her face was a demure smile, her eyes were bright and alive.

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Please note, all Candidates are present by the time the dragons start hatching. G'rem will pick them up and carry them there if he must, they have no choice. Feel free to write that he's shooing them in via stick if you like!

Several of the eggs shook, responding to the deep hum from their clutch mother. As the sound built up and resonated throughout the Weyr, one or two began to shake even more violently. With a large shudder, cracks spidered down the Birds of a Feather egg, slightly obscuring the cream spot on the side of the shell. On the opposite side of the clutch, the Slow Journey egg was slowly rocking side to side, one large crack running vertically down in contrast to its stripes.

Once the riders and weyrfolk had gathered, crowded on the outsides of the hatching circuit, the humming intensified, welcoming the white-robed Candidates as they stood before the eggs. It had been going for near ten minutes now, with almost all the eggs having shaken and started to grow at least the tiniest of cracks. Pieces of grey shell had fallen and were gathering around the base of the Birds of a Feather egg, the dragon within creeling as it struggled against its confines. Eventually, the shell weakened enough to crumble to pieces, the Family To All Hatchling tumbling out. Squawking it wriggled in the sand, thoroughly coating itself, soothing the itch of newborn hide. Crooning it finally sat up, the colour of its hide disguised in the sand and the dimmed lights. In their rush to reach the hatchlings, nobody had thought to bring or turn glows on and nobody was going to leave to fetch them in case they missed something crucial. A hatching in the dark it was!

It didn't take long for the newly-hatched dragon to stumble forward, a tangle of wings and legs headed straight for the Candidates. Creeling again the hatchling latched onto the nearest one, claws catching and weighing down on Farlint's robes. A damp nose was shoved into his thigh, snuffling for a moment before it let go of his robes. Turning, it's eyes whirled rainbow, even in the dimness it was clear that the first Impression had been made. But who? Visltine cried out in shock, rushing forward to meet the hatchling. "Oruth, Oruth you're covered in sand!" She shouted, eagerly pulling her to the side where meat and glows were, revealing green hide beneath the sand.

First On The Scene Green Oruth to Visltine

Almost as if in reaction to the first Impression, three other eggs increased their rattling. Two were beside each other, close to where the remains of Oruth's egg, while the third was on the far side of the clutch. The Brighter Side Of Things egg shuddered violently, knocking repeatedly against the Tip of the Curiosity egg which was quivering. On the other side of the clutch the Slow Journey was rocking rhythmically, with smaller cracks spidering out from its main vertical one. The other two eggs were dropping fragments of shells, as if they were trying to take attention from the others, but it was a futile attempt. The Dancing Horizon Hatchling shook its head and unfurled its wings, stretching out from its sitting position amidst its shell. Crooning softly, it looked at itself, as if making sure that every part of it was there and functioning, clean of eggshell.

Shakily it tried to stand, its legs crumpling beneath itself. Barking in surprise it scrambled in the sand to try and get up again, eventually finding its feet, if somewhat unsteadily. Slowly it stepped forward, making sure with each step that it wouldn't slip and fall again. It took close to five minutes for the hatchling to make it's way to the closest edge of the Candidates which included Erisi and Kerrin, gently bumping and nosing at their hands and legs. There was no aggression in its movements, simply a quiet curiosity.

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Allendris blinked in a momentary flash of bewilderment when Valerian grabbed his hand, literally towing him towards the Hatching Grounds as if he couldn't make it there on his own power. The glass-smith acknowledged that perhaps he wasn't making quite as much haste as the Candidates who blew past them in a furious jog towards the Circuit, but he couldn't help that he didn't feel quite the same level of urgency. He still felt very new to the Weyr and to dragonkind as a whole, and he felt wholly unprepared to greet a whole room full of hungry, creeling, scrabbling hatchlings - much less to have one suddenly take over a corner of his mind! He frowned at Valerian's words, certain from the choice of adjectives that the Harper was teasing him, but still giving a slight, imperceptible shudder at the thought of suddenly having the responsibility of a bronze on his shoulders. "I highly doubt that," he said, but gave no protest to the other Candidate's having seized the lead.

Regardless of his lingering feelings of reservation on the matter, he would have to present himself on the sands before the clutch. Faranth only knew what horrors G'rem would have in store for any able-bodied Candidate who refused.

But rather than futilely cursing his fate, as he knew some did, the young journeyman had already resolved to use this opportunity as a learning experience. He felt uneasy because he did not know anything about Hatchings; today he would observe, and learn. The heat of the sands beneath his thin sandals alerted him to the fact that they had already reached the Circuit, pulling him from his thoughts at once. With a startled blink, he took in the sight of the crowd gathering in the sands, the din of their chatter thoroughly drowned out by the steady humming of the dragons - the strongest and most urgent song coming from glowing Nirinath, herself. He thought he had never been watched by so many people at once, before, and certainly never so intensely... following Valerian's gaze, the glass-smith noticed and recognized B'jin watching from the growing crowd. He gave his Searchrider a cordial nod, feeling he owed B'jin some token of acknowledgement, but not knowing what else to do.

The crack of shell and the tumble of newly-hatched dragonet onto sand soon seized his attention, however, and Allendris couldn't withhold his gasp when the little creature shakily rose, making its way towards the Candidates. It nosed one tall young man, but seemed to reject him, for in the next moment a young woman rushed forward, shouting an unfamiliar name. So this was Impression? Before the glass-smith could sort things out, another egg had split, revealing its softly crooning inhabitant. This one was slow, gentle, and curious. How strange that the little infant dragons should already have such distinct personalities! He watched this new hatchling with interest,  unable to help a small smile at its inquisitive, almost puppy-like inspection of the Candidates standing before it.
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Erisi usually did not mind Kerrin all that much. The weyrbrat could be fairly entertaining (if not a touch annoying), on most days. Today, however, was Erisi's day for not liking anyone. He would have been perfectly fine with having Valerian talk some sense into him. Apparently, there was no time for that. Kerrin had hardly paused long enough to make sure his sandals were tied properly, and now seemed to think that Erisi had to behave the same way. The Weyrbrat reached around him, opening the door efficiently and giving him a proper shove back into his room. He stared Kerrin down in a way that made it clear that he had no idea if he should be angry or confused. The look probably portrayed a very confused upset feeling that did not quite match the hard features of Erisi's face. "Hopefully, none," Erisi replied a little sourly, but his voice lacked the usual bite it possessed.

He was anxious, okay? It didn't help that Valerian was now staring a hole into his forehead. If he ventured a look down the hallway, G'rem was probably right there getting suspicious about Erisi's intentions. This whole sharding Weyr was against him, and with a tired sigh he stared straight back at Valerian. Their mild contest of wills ended with a victory for Valerian, and a grudging acceptance of a lost from Erisi. "All right, fine. This is just going to put a huge damper on my whole sharding day." If he wouldn't be convinced by Kerrin's actions, he'd be convinced by Valerian's reason and the threat of G'rem coming after him.

So he changed into plain white robes, and thin sandals that would hardly protect his feet from the heat of the Hatching Sands. These people really liked torturing their Candidates. After a moment's debate, he tied his usual sash around his waist. Honestly, who could blame him? No Candidate wanted to be seen wearing the sharding stuff the Weyr made them. He took a step outside of his room, eyes catching G'rem's down the hallway. The already stern man looked even more stern. Again, Erisi lost a stare down, and G'rem gestured impatiently towards the stylist sash Erisi had been sure to wear. With a probably too-loud sigh, he ducked back into his room to toss it away.

This was just the sharding story of his life.

Erisi made it to the Hatching Grounds in time, though he was one of the last Candidates rounded up to get there. Was that really any surprise? No, it wasn't. There was a reluctance in every step he took, and where he landed was what he gathered to be the safest spot away from hatching dragonets on the whole Sands. It was probably a bad sign that it somehow landed him close to Kerrin. Maybe that big personality would attract all the dragonets to Kerrin instead of Erisi. He could Impress them all! Happy days! No dragon for Erisi!

An Impression had already been made before Erisi knew it, but it was getting dark enough outside that Erisi could hardly see a thing anyways. Someone was bound to trip up and get themselves hurt, either by simply tripping or having a dragonet get spooked by any sudden movement. This, ah, convinced Erisi to remain still. If he was a little freaked out by his surroundings, doubtlessly a dragonet would be. Did they have night vision? Did they even cover this in Candidate Lessons? If they had, Erisi could not quite remember right now. He glanced back over to Kerrin, and then over the other Candidate to try and locate Valerian. "Kerrin. Do you see Val?" He needed a bodyguard, or to be more specific, a body shield.

His bodyguard could not be found quickly enough, because he felt something nosing against his calf. A cautious look downwards brought him to the realization that there was a dragonet sniffing at him. Oh Faranth. Don't panic. Don't move. Sudden movements will bring a sudden death. Shardit. Sharditsharditshardit. At least it hadn't latched onto him yet, but there were no guarantees. Erisi held out long enough for the dragonet to move on, and then he whipped his head back over to Kerrin. "Can you come stand over here with me?" Desperate times called for desperate measures. He'd take any bodyguard over none.

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Kerrin only flashed one of his usual bright, cheeky grins in reply to Erisi's confused and scornful stare, apparently not picking up on the anxiety that colored the other young man's every movement and in no mood to exchange any verbal blows with the reluctant and gloomy Harper, besides. There were dragons out there! His spirits would not be dampened! "Yeah, yeah," he answered the other Candidate's sour retort with a dismissive wave of his hand, once he was certain Erisi had surrendered to the inevitable and would not need any physical dragging onto the sands by the wrist. Kerrin was entirely prepared to do exactly that, but he was rather relieved that it wouldn't come to that, as the struggle surely would have made them both late. "Anyway, I'm not gonna risk G'rem's wrath by waiting around for you. See you out there!"

At that he turned on his heels, rushing down the hall shortly after Valerian and his ridiculously tall and boring roommate. He soon caught up to them, and finding them too slow for his liking, squeezed past them and rushed onto the Hatching Circuit with just a few seconds to spare to scan the stands for familiar faces. It was already getting dark, but he thought he could spot R'nd somewhere up front. He couldn't make out the bluerider's expression, and he imagined the other young man would not be able to see his. Kerrin decided that was for the best, for he was suddenly filled with trepidation as he turned to face the clutch of swaying, slowly cracking eggs, the din of Nirinath's steady hum drowning out all other ambient sound and piercing his own thoughts, making it difficult to sort out the sudden rush of emotion the sight summoned within him. After all, this was - despite his age, and the fact that Nirinath had borne Katila Weyr one clutch already - his first Hatching. The first he had missed, through one one's fault but his own... though of course at the time he had been filled with indignant outrage that his father and the Weyrleaders themselves would have the audacity to bar a perfectly good and healthy Candidate from Standing! Well. At least now he could look back on those difficult days and smile at the thought of how far he'd really come since then.

Perhaps now, he could really, officially consider himself a young man worthy of standing before a clutch of Pern's very last dragons.

But would one of those newborn beasts really choose him today? Just because D'ren and Tsuen thought him good enough, didn't mean any of them would. Kerrin shuddered as he suddenly remembered the wordless scolding of the very last egg he had touched... for what if it had been right? Naturally, until this very moment, the weyrbrat had been filled with the utmost confidence that he would walk away from the sands on Hatching day with his lifemate in tow. This sudden uncertainty felt totally alien to him, and Kerrin was confused as to why it had cropped up so suddenly. Even R'nd, close enough to be privy to the very worst moments in his life, had assured him more than once over the years of his absolute certainty that his young friend had what it took to Impress; surprisingly, Kerrin found himself drawing on those words for reassurance where he had never needed it before. He had no time to dwell, however. Suddenly, a shell cracked, and the weyrbrat stood utterly transfixed as a dragonet spilled from its shattered egg and tumbled onto the sands. It was nowhere near him, so he and so he only watched with wide eyes as it Impressed to a young woman whose name he wasn't quite sure he could remember. But it was a green!

The young Candidate grinned. Now it was really on!

Before he knew it, two - no three! - or was it two? - more eggs began to wobble and crack, and Kerrin stared with absolute focus on as many as he could - until a call of his name broke his concentration. He blinked at Erisi, looking almost astonished, as if only just now realizing that there were others on the sands besides himself. "Val?" the boy echoed, sounding puzzled. What in the name of Faranth could Erisi possibly want with Valerian at a time like this? Now wasn't exactly 'hang out with your Harper buddies' time, after all--

Kerrin's train of thought was abruptly cut short, his startled gaze drawn to the same dragonet that had attracted Erisi's attention downward. How had he missed that one?! The little hatchling was only curiously nosing about the Harper's legs, but Erisi's terror was not lost on the younger Candidate. Kerrin was usually pretty self-centered and oblivious to the needs of others, but in this he felt compelled to easily oblige the other young man's plea without any glib commentary or teasing, regardless of how easy a target Erisi had set up for him. Perhaps he felt like it was just his responsibility as weyrbred to distract the little dragonet from the petrified Harper. The boy took one slow step towards Erisi, falling perfectly into place for the miniature beast to nudge at him next. "Hey little one," Kerrin called to the hatchling gently, slowly opening his palm for the dragonet to sniff when it poked its searching nose at his hand. "Who are you looking for?"

He made no other move, simply letting the creature sniff at its leisure. This one seemed slow and careful, not aggressive, and though he remembered their instructors' warnings to exercise caution at all times around the hatchlings, the weyrbrat felt little need to answer its inquisitive sniffs with fear or panic.

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Egg wobbled and rattled. Lymsleia held her breath. She was nervous and happy and curious. Her first sight of a baby dragon had been a young green. And now it had a name- or rather the new rider had called it out. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself internally.

She could feel her pulse quicken, and her heartbeat rise. Her physiciology she was away of, but there was little she could do to stop it. She'd always thought they were real, dragons. She'd always thought they were amazing. But watching the little green pick its lifemate had  made her heart swell.

She wanted it. She was envious of it, the cries of joy from the new rider, she swept the stands momentarily, and then focused her attention back to the eggs. She needed to focus on them , be alert. That was one of those things she'd be told. Dragon-babies were a little.. disoriented on hatching and like all infants had somewhat unsteady motor control. Lymsleia had seen Erisi and smiled. "I thought you were going to sit up in the stands today." she said cheerfully. She'd remembered his reluctance. "Decided to come and test your luck and reflexes with the babies?" Though she'd caught site of the hatchingling near Erisi and Kerrin and for a moment marveled. She thought for sure Erisi's sour attitude would act like dragon repellent, but it was Kerrin who made her smile.

He was positively as curious as the dragon, she loved it.  She  wiggled her shoulders a bit, as the drying hair on her back, clung to her  in the heat of the sands.

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Breccan squinted, less from a need to see and more from concentration. Her clothes-mending chore had served to teach her just how much she didn't know, and with too much time on her hands, she'd set about remedying that. She'd bullied a former Weaver into teaching her the rudiments, and had spent slavish hours before one of the looms in the Crafthall, producing laughable lengths of cloth, too loose and ready to unravel with little more provocation than a dirty look. Despite being a deeply impatient person, Breccan found it easy to lose herself in the repetitive practice, and that simplified things. Sometimes she was just too much to deal with, even for her.

She felt that life was spiraling about her, rather hopelessly. Somehow, she was not an intrinsic part of Katila, nor particularly important to anyone here. Talian, perhaps, would notice her absence, and Lymsleia as well. She'd never followed up on her request of Echlerov to see his vines, and hadn't made any particularly close ties with Par'a or Indivara. Shiriva she'd simply never seen again, at least not yet. Could it be that in all her time here she had met fewer people than she had fingers on her two hands? It didn't seem possible, and yet it was. The rest were practically faceless in her mind, a meaningless assortment of facts assembled for some reason she could no longer remember. Faranth. She hadn't even managed to find a bed-partner. If that wasn't a serious failure in a hive of people who supposedly indulged in wild orgies every sevenday, she didn't know what was. Instead of addressing these problems, she taught herself to weave. What idiocy was that?

Whatever it was, it had set its claws in deep. Abruptly, she stood up from her loom, leaving a half-decent scrap of cloth unfinished. Without a word, she strode firmly out of the Craft Hall, shoulders back, head up, features an unreadable mess of emotions. She made straight for the sea, removed all but her breast band and undergarments as soon as her feet touched sand, and dove in.

Nothing but swimming had ever truly been able to calm her. She spent her useless energy in savage motion, striking out for the deeps beyond the breakers, then cutting parallel to shore, seeking only to transmit anxiety into momentum. It worked; her mind went blank, preoccupied with the need to coordinate all four limbs, half-exhausted already from her violent expenditure. After a measureless time, she bobbed upright, a dragon soaring overhead setting off the same clamor of thoughts she'd been trying to escape. A sick sense of resignation settled, hard and heavy, in her belly, and then she realized that not all of the clamor was in her head. Someone was yelling her name. Straining to see over the waves, she caught sight of a figure on the beach, waving their arms dramatically. Breccan's sigh was disgusted. Did they really think she would drown herself out here, even Istan-born? Or did they think this was a ploy for the sort of escape she'd heard Talian had tried? That idea did not appeal to her. Istans knew what drowning meant, what it was like. If she chose to take herself away, it would be far quieter than sinking, lungs aching, ears bursting with pressure, eyes turned up to the flashing light reflecting on the other side of her new inconstant ceiling.

Another sound made it clear that she was wrong, so wrong. Humming.

Breccan swam back towards shore with a desperation she didn't know how to analyze, straining her limbs to their utmost so soon after she'd freely abused them. Now she poured reserves of energy out, bearing her back to shore with mouth open, gasping, stumbling out of the surf. Somehow she found it in her to run, and run she did, to the hut she shared with the other Candidates. Another girl was just leaving as she entered, looking like terror had pushed her clean out of her own mind. That was reassuring. She must not be as late as she thought. Her Robes were hanging neatly, as always, and she hauled them over her body, unmindful of the way sand and salt dragged at her skin. Then it was out again, in her tired lope, and to the Sands.

When she arrived, in the dim light and heat, she hardly had any recollection of how she'd gotten there. Her hair was already drying, curling in the warmth; the feeling of salt drying to her skin reminded her that she'd had no opportunity to rinse off properly. By the time these hours passed, she'd be quite uncomfortable. That she accepted with a stoicism she wished she could apply to the rest of the goings-on around her. She was not the last to arrive, but she felt isolated nonetheless, standing between a pair of strangers and staring blankly at the rocking Eggs. Her eyes fluttered instinctively to the Empty Rooms and Cool Facades shells, then resolutely away. They had rejected her, after all. If any dragonling was going to come for her today, she was quite confident it wouldn't come from there.

The waiting passed quickly, with that fluid inconstancy of time, and then a shell burst, a dragon sitting alone on the Sands. It was not what she expected. Somehow she'd pictured the adult dragons miniaturized, not this under-developed creature, all gawky limbs and faceted eyes that seemed too big for its narrow face. It kept making odd sounds, scrambling in the dirt, and then lurched alarmingly towards a boy. Breccan half-raised her hands, prepared to clap for the first Impression, then began to lower them, only to raise them once more as a girl darted to the awkward thing, Oruth. Breccan watched the pair move towards the glows, and was surprised to see a green hide beneath all the muck; weren't first-hatched dragons supposed to set the tone of the Clutch? Perhaps it was good news that Oruth was healthy and had chosen, but she'd heard people proclaiming their preference for a Bronze to be first-hatched. What did Green mean?

Another had spilled out of its egg, struggling to find its feet in the dark and the uncertain footing of the sand. It took a very long time, it seemed, for it to make its way towards the Candidates farther down the line, a few of which she recognized from the little mixer Echlerov had organized. This one seemed surer of itself than Oruth had, nosing at a few of the white-robed figures. No startling rainbow had burst through its eyes yet, though.

Traitorously, her eyes moved to the two Eggs she'd Touched. What would be inside those? Would they even know her as one who had touched them before their birth? She thought it unlikely, more like sentiment than reality, but you never knew, did you? You never knew.

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The Dancing Horizon Hatchling continued nosing about the candidates, growling playfully as it picked up on Erisi's mind-numbing fear of it and then continuing on. Crooning quietly at Kerrin, the dragonet seemed most content to remain near the brown-haired weyrbrat, though no Impression had yet been made - the eyes whirled a bit of red and yellow but largely blue-green pleasure.

Meanwhile, the Brighter Side Of Things egg and the Tip of the Curiosity continued rocking to their own beats, periodically dropping bits of shell to the sands as they collided. Finally a well-placed wriggle from each split the shells wide open, leaving first the Blind In The Light Hatchling and the What Just Happened Hatchling blinking at each other. What were they supposed to do, now? The What Just Happened Hatchling seemed to catch on first, though, as it shook the last few shell remnants and not a few globs of goo off on it sibling and moved off toward the Candidates quietly. It first approached Kuminari, but after giving both her and her companion a thorough looking over, was swift to move on.

The Impression, when it was made, was quiet, almost unnoticed till the newly bonded pair had nearly reached the hallway out of the circuit. A brownrider hailed the new Weyrling, who looked up with her lip between her teeth as though she'd been snapped out of deep thought by something disturbing. The weyrling's only words were, "She's Unowth."

Corner Of Your Eye Green Unowth to Iruvia

While its sister had found her bonded, the Blind In The Light Hatchling had begun its inspection of the various members of Candidacy.
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With the two hatchlings hidden in the darkness, the eggs behind them were rattling to varying degrees, though none of them had quite reached the stage that their shells were falling apart. One in particular seemed to be rattling quite valiantly, though after a minute it fell still.

The Dancing Horizon Hatchling had gained much steadier feet beneath itself now and was moving on past Erisi and Kerrin, now reaching Lymsleia. It paused, running the point of its wing up her leg, straining to reach her abdomen. With a faint croon it stared at her with whirling green eyes, it was at peace with the process. Would a wise and gentle dragon grow from this hatchling? Nudging her shin with its nose it turned away, slowly stepping over to another Candidate.

At the center of the clutch, the Blind In The Light Hatchling was stumbling and bouncing about to the best of its ability. Even with its wobbly hatchling legs, the excitement it felt was clear from how it moved. It gave a shrill bugle, both greeting the Candidates and matching the happiness in its glowing blue eyes. Over-excited, it barked and dove forward, grabbing at the base of Breccan's robes. Its claws ripped through the fabric but didn't touch her skin. Reaching up it seemed to try and stroke her face. Talons sunk into her face, leaving semi-deep cuts on her cheek and eyebrow. Squealing the hatchling thrust itself backwards, shocked at what it had done. It backed up slightly, glancing around wildly in a panic, white showing in its eyes. Rainbow flashed through its eyes as it locked on a Candidate, lurching forward towards them. It was still somewhat hesitant, not wishing to bestow injuries upon them like it had on Breccan.

Light In My Heart Blue Pistoth to Echlerov

The Second Rate Attack egg rattled again, a claw striking through the shell. A whirling red eye appeared in the gap after the claw withdrew, a very faint hiss coming from within. This dragon it seemed, wasn't pleased with the idea of hatching.

Everyone was now focused on the Dancing Horizon Hatchling, with it being the only one on the sands. It was still walking with slow, measured steps, careful not to slip or hurt anyone. Approaching Yuhannam, Farlint and Silute it crooned, swinging its head back and forth as it surveyed the three men. Stepping forward, it sniffed at the hems of their robes before looking up, its eyes slowly spinning in a rainbow. There was a gasp, as Yuhannam knelt on the ground, reaching out to touch the dragon's head. "Fomalhauth… you're so patient!" He exclaimed. "You should eat now, not later." He insisted.

[color=#489897]Ambling Tortoise Blue Fomalhauth to Yuhannam



There is now a 45 minute break where there are no hatchlings on the sands. The PC Impression text will be edited once the player has read their information and posted.

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Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man. Farlint was ready to roll, and these eggs were cracking far too slow to keep up with the way Farlint's blood was pumping. Were just too slow! The first Hatchling broke free, and Far tried to remember if it was one that he had touched. He really couldn't remember, because his mind was in a whirl. So much, and the Candidate hadn't been ready for the flurry. His silver eyes darted from one egg to another, widening as-

As a Hatchling bumped into him, a nose digging into his- whoa there! too close!- thigh, Farlint ached to reach out and touch the wee little creature. Shard it all, it was too dark! He could hardly see the little wherry, even as he gently pushed (with his leg, not his hand), trying to urge the small creature to its feet, and get it to- ow- stop digging its claws into of his leg!! Ah, there- at last the little thing let go of him, and Far watched him go, a pang in his chest. Not at all as graceful as its older brethren, but all the more charming for the fact that it was graceless and awkward, with big eyes that lit up with a rainbow joy as a woman rushed towards it.

The lump that rose in his throat wasn't jealousy, but he couldn't define what it was exactly. Another Hatchling wandered over to a couple other candidates, and he tried to narrow his eyes to see better. For him it was almost instantaneous, one dragon, turning into many others, all awkward and gangly. He stared around, feeling his hands jitter. And then another was there, sniffing at his robe, and his breath caught again as he met the dragon's gaze- and was overlooked, in favor of a boy next to him.

Why had he thought he wouldn't be nervous?

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Echlerov hadn't even realized that the dimness of the evening would effect them being able to see the hatchlings, though when the first egg cracked, it became clearly obvious. He couldn't blame people for not wanting to run off to fetch glows, even if it would make the hatching easier to see, since that might mean that they would miss an impression or two.

There had already been a couple of impressions, but Echlerov was mostly concentrating on the baby dragons still searching on the sands. The one who was searching through the candidates was still on the opposite side from where he was, and his eyes fell more on the awkward bouncing Blind In The Light Hatchling. It seemed very excited, and he couldn't help but grin at it.

It was looking for someone, and when it reached up at Breccan, Echlerov was sure that it had chosen her. However, it moved away from her, glancing around in a panic, as if it didn't like what it had just done.

Rainbow flashed through its eyes as it locked on Echlerov, lurching forward towards him. It was still somewhat hesitant, not wishing to bestow injuries upon them like it had on Breccan, but Echlerov knelt down, grinning madly."It's alright, Pistoth." Everything would be alright. "Let's go get you something to eat."

As the pair made their way over to where the meat was, the light from the glows finally reached Pistoth, even as he tripped over himself and sprawled on the ground. Echlerov chuckled, and then helped the little blue untangle himself.
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A nudge, her heart rose as the Dancing Horizon Hatchingling wandered past her. The gentle touch of the wing started her, and Lymsleia took a tiny step back, as if expecting to be struck- but perhaps it was more a respectful act. Let them approach. "Hello there..." she said in her most soothing voice. The green whirl made the dark skinned woman's heart pound, and then it sank a little bit as it nudged her shin, "Yes?" she asked in a whispered, but as the young hatcling walked away she breathed a sigh, just a little bit.

It hurt, it was not rejection but then again as the dragon made another amble across to someone else she nodded to herself. The dragon's choice was always right. She scanned the  sands, the two eggs she'd touched. How were they doing, Detailed Prescene and Indecision paramount. She was determined, find them hold them keep her mind focused. She kept scanning though.

It was Escherlov who called out, and for a moment Lymsleia froze. Escher-- the Vinter boy? Their Alchol maker had impressed... She wiped the tear from her eye. She was gonna miss him. Well sort of. He'd be around but for now he was in class all his own.

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Good.

Kerrin wasn't teasing him, and rather was complying with Erisi's desire to have someone by his side. Sure, Kerrin wasn't the best candidate in this situation, but Valerian was too far away, and no way in Faranth's name would he turn to anyone else. At the very least, he knew Kerrin well enough to come to the conclusion that he did not hate the annoying weyrbrat. Besides, Erisi would not miss Kerrin terribly much if he got mauled over himself. Okay, so, he really didn't wish a mauling on Kerrin, but if it was him or Kerrin... yeah, he'd say he'd rather Kerrin get hurt. He was not so bad a person that he just wanted everyone injured but himself! Erisi was just completely out of his element, and while he was not used to needing other people right now he did. Just a little, though.

His desire to be elsewhere was apparent. It wasn't even so much that he feared dragons, because on occasion he seemed to tolerate their presence. Rather, it was that he did not want this for himself that made him want to repel every dragonet that wandered too close away. He wasn't daring enough to actually do that, but that did not mean the desire waned. His arms folded against his chest, a clearly defensive posture when he was feeling anything but comfortable. A lot of dragonets were hatching, and Erisi was hoping that with Kerrin nearby, the boy's positive attitude would overshadow his less enthusiastic demeanor and the dragonets would be attracted to the weyrbrat instead. "Thanks," he said gruffly to Kerrin, as if embarrassed to admit that he needed a little help right now.

Erisi was going to pull through this. At least, until he heard Lymsleia's voice chime towards him. Not right sharding now, his mind hissed with irritation. Of course, the Hatching Sands were the last place he needed to pick a fight at, so he calmed himself with a deep breath. If Lymsleia thought he'd react positively to her congratulations on having enough balls to Stand, she was sorely mistaken. "If it was up to me, I'd be in the Stands instead. However, there are greater forces at work here making sure that I remain in complete and total misery," he answered in a dry drawl, eyes cutting over to Lymsleia harshly from over the top of Kerrin's head. Dear Faranth, why did Kerrin have to be so small? He'd hardly sate a dragonet's appetite.

Impressions had been made, and so far Erisi had made it through unscathed. Candidates were getting hurt, but the sad part was that so long as it wasn't someone Erisi was emotionally invested in, or himself, he didn't care. His mind already had enough to deal with just by trying to pull through this Hatching. There was, however, a small touch of remorse in his heart that Echlerov had Impressed. The man would probably be too busy with his dragonet to put his craft to proper use, and see that Erisi got some decent sharding wine. Shells, wine would be so nice right now.

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The Sands were hot, but she had already decided that, long before. What surprised her was that after a moment, she didn't notice. A nose poked forth from a hole in the shell of an egg, then the rest of a body, and Jada felt her heart swell with a nameless emotion. Okay, not so nameless.

That was one bloody ugly lump of... something. She'd thought baby dragons were supposed to be glorious, but they were lanky and small, and possibly wet and slimy, with translucent wings that made her think of some kind of dragon-insect hybrid and massive eyes. They were lacking in anything remotely resembling grace, and they were coming fast. Luckily, as the first dragonet's eyes whirled rainbow and some girl almost collapsed on herself to get to it, it seemed that the mob of 'adorable' future kidnappers were not going to attack in force.

It seemed, to add insult to injury, that the egg Jada had fallen in love with, the Birds of a Feather egg, had chosen someone else as being their perfect match. Jada's pride was a little wounded, but she knew she'd get over it. Besides... Besides... Oh shard it all. That just wasn't fair! (Life wasn't fair, as she had discovered turns ago.)

She didn't recognize anyone off the top of her head, but she smiled to see the happiness that suffused the faces of each human as their little mutant found them.

Okay, maybe she wanted one of her own. (Desperately.) She'd get over it, though.

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So much yet so little was happening at once. Eggs were rocking and shells were beginning to crack but not much came of it. A dragonet did appear and an Impression was made before Valerian could even attempt to place a name to the girl. Since he couldn't even place her face in classes or around the barracks, he figured she really wasn't that important or exciting and shrugged it off. He'd just ask to see the record of the Hatching later on to make his own notes from. If he was lucky, B'jin would be the one recording it so it'd be a lot easier to acquire such paperwork and take his time with it. His thoughts on plans for what to do once this was all over were cut short when another dragonet appeared on the scene and worked its way toward them. Only when he heard Erisi's voice followed by Kerrin's did Valerian scan the group of Candidates, squinting to see the ones further away in the fading light, to find the source of the voices.

He stifled his amusement upon seeing Erisi's stiff form as one of the curious creatures moved around him and then Kerrin, who seemed eager to own the little guy and no doubt the remaining unhatched dragons as well. Erisi was looking around as if trying to find someone or maybe an escape route and Valerian sighed. His friend was going to give himself a panic attack and pass out on the hot sands and no one wanted that since they would never hear the end of the ranting over how embarrassed he was or that he had sand in his hair and other areas where it most certainly shouldn't be. Still, even with concern for his fellow Harper, Valerian stayed where he was to watch the dragonet continue wandering around until it found someone worthy of its attention but not before Echlerov had Impressed. At the vintner's soft reassurances, Valerian watched the man smile brightly and found even he was smiling as he watched the scene. He didn't know Echlerov very well and other than the guy seeming to find the healer girl to be decent company, Valerian was okay with him and was glad he Impressed after missing doing so for the clutch he had been Stolen for.

As a silence fell over the sands and continued to stretch on for far longer than it needed to be in Valerian's opinion, the Harper decided it was best to reassure Erisi that he wasn't alone in this and probably wasn't going to be eaten by a dragonet. A quick look at Allendris showed his roommate and semi-friend was caught up in everything and seemed to be stuck in stare-only mode. Valerian ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He couldn't leave this man behind either since if he was jumped by a friendly or vicious dragonet the glass-smith probably wouldn't react well, if at all. Once again he found himself grabbing for the man's hand to drag him along. He did that quite a bit, he realized, but didn't really see an issue with it since it ensured Allendris actually got out and did things and, in this case, avoided injury. No one would be happy if that pretty face of his was marred in any way.

A quick glance around for G'rem and any other rider looking for a reason to snap at them showed everyone's attention was either firmly in place on the eggs or on someone else they were talking with. He wasn't sure if walking around during a Hatching was appropriate but Erisi and Kerrin weren't that far away and Valerian was fine with receiving a lecture he could tune out later on if he had to. The things he did for the oddballs he had befriended! With Allendris in one hand, Valerian placed his other on Erisi's arm when they reached him, "didn't think I abandoned you, did you?"

Now that the little group of four was assembled - and when had he adopted Kerrin into the fold? At least he was entertaining more than annoying - Valerian turned his gaze back to the eggs. Which one would hatch next and would it pick any of them? Would it pick him? So far he hadn't been nervous, merely observing as a Harper would on the sidelines but now it seemed more like he was a participant and the reality that he could walk away with a dragon in tow and not Allendris was setting in. Suddenly he wasn't sure how he wanted the outcome to go for himself or his friends and he had no idea who would Impress, though he suspected there had to be one in there that would look for Kerrin given the brat's determination and how he hung around the dragonriders.

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Indivara watched with jealousy and determination as the first few Hatchlings made their way onto the Sands, and the first one Impressed - to a girl no less! Indivara's chin jutted out stubbornly and she threw a smug look in the direction she knew D'ren had ended up in for the viewing. That would show him and his silly decrees! Feeling incredibly smug, the girl looked around with a narrowing gaze as she realised how dark it was getting. Some idiot had forgotten to bring along glows and torches. As a result, the growing lateness of hour and the dying season meant it was growing dark quickly. Indivara suddenly smirked widely, white teeth flashing in the faint light. Perfect!

She didn't move, as she heard murmurs that another Impression had been made, and she gazed towards the entrance way where another young woman was tending to a green. The sight did nothing but solidify her determination; there was a dragonet here for her, and D'ren would see how much the young greens favoured women over men! Pushing her hair out of her face, the child tugged out the leather thong that had been falling away and quickly retied it, keeping it out of her face as two young men were Impressed to blue dragons.

She waited quietly for several minutes, her small body shifting from side to side as she swayed on the hot sands. Fifteen minutes later, and very little was happening as she heard the new Weyrlings chatting and feeding their babies. It was darker now, Indivara realised, and she had to seriously squint in order to see what was going on on the Sands. Pursing her lips, she inched along the wall, angling along until she was even with the closest batch of Candidates.

Becoming even with them, the child slipped away from the wall, and with swift steps joined them quietly. They were mumbling to themselves as they swayed anxiously. Not recognising any of the voices or faces on closer inspection, Indivara slipped quietly away, weaving through the spaced young men and women until she finally spotted a familiar face. Her lips twisted into a smirk as the slinked along in the sand to pop up suddenly behind Kerrin, her hand touching the older boy gently on the waist.

"Hello," the girl whispered, her voice bright with eager anticipation as she joined her friend, standing close as she gazed up with bright blue eyes. "Bet I Impress first." Her voice was low pitched, and her smirk teasing; she ignored the other three. Valerian had claimed open friendship with Larrikith (there couldn't be a worse sin) and the girl only had mild knowledge on the other two. She was there to be with a friend, and, in all likely hood, out Impress him!

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After Fomalhauth had Impressed, the inhabitants of the eggs didn't seem to be in much of a rush to escape their confines. They rocked and shook, some forming additional cracks, but for the better part of an hour, nothing happened.

It was a violent shriek that pierced the hatching circuit, interrupting the mutters and impatient shuffling of feet. The Second Rate Attack shattered, the hatchling inside splayed somewhat awkwardly from its final attempt to get out. Shrieking in fury, the Bittersweet Tundra Hatchling turned it's vivd red eyes to the Candidates. It jumped up, the snarls and hisses pouring from its mouth forestalling any coos at its awkward stumbling on the sand. Lurching forward its wings tangled amidst its feet, earning a short bout of laughter from the crowd. The hatchling's response was a rather weak roar, if only due to its newborn status. Angered at Faranth knew what, it bolted forward, sand flying up everywhere around it, aiming directly for Indivara. As it reached her it flapped its wings wildly, jumping up and latching onto her shoulder. Savagely it clung to her, raking newly hardened claws across her chest and shoulders. Hissing as it lost its grip and slipped down it reached up again, this time catching her square in the center of her face. Blood was being flung everywhere as the Bittersweet Tundra Hatchling tried desperately to stay hooked onto Indivara. It took Nirinath's brutal roar and mental slam to get the hatchling to release her, even so it shrieked in anger, thrusting itself away from the girl and sending her crashing to the ground. As it turned it saw Jada standing only a few feet away and lunged at her. The distance proved her saviour as she only received scratches down her forearm, nothing that would require serious attention like Indivara, but a binding nonetheless. Displeased at this the hatchling bolted away to the other side of the Candidates.

In the fuss of the Bittersweet Tundra Hatchling's attack, the Cool Façades egg had rocked itself into the Irresponsible Flight egg, causing the former to break enough for the dragon inside to tumble out. The Thrice Born Hatchling turned and stared at Nirinath, creeling at it. The Gold rumbled, clearly instructing it to go find its destined bonded. Turning, it looked over the gathering of white-robed people critically. Almost snobbishly it turned its nose up at them before standing, its legs wobbling beneath its skinny newborn body. Walking over to the edge of the Candidates, far away from its fellow sibling, it stalked through them, staring but not touching.

Spying one of its siblings on the sands, the Bittersweet Tundra Hatchling's eyes whirled darker, now blending into the night as they turned a deep red. Worry sparked through the Weyr, hatchlings usually weren't this ill-tempered, it needed to find its rider! Hissing, it launched itself at a new Candidate, this time Farlint. The hatchling's hard skull collided with the side of his knee, a sickening crack filling the cavernous area. The beastcrafter's leg jutted out at an angle that clearly wasn't natural in any situation. There was a cry from a Bronzerider for healers to come forward, no matter how desperate he was, Farlint wasn't going to be standing amidst the other Candidates for this clutch. A stretcher was brought over to transport him to the side, with two other healers escorting Jada and Indivara to the edges of the sands as well.

Yet again, behind the fuss of the ravaging hatchling, a third egg had fallen apart, the Fire In My Mouth Hatchling standing amidst the Irresponsible Flight egg remains. It creeled, unpleased with the actions its angered clutchmate was taking. Rearing it flapped its wings to hold its balance, but instead only manage to fall backwards and tumble through a somersault full of gangly limbs. It gave a squawk before jumping up and dashing off, but not with the viciousness of its clutchmate, instead with a good measure of determination. Reaching Remelant, it bit into his robes, dragging him over to where the Bittersweet Tundra Hatchling was standing, tail lashing and eyes whirling. Remelant resisted, who would want to go near this insane dragon?! But it was no use, the Fire In My Mouth Hatchling had bundles of determination and got him there even with the struggle. As the two arrived, there was a small glint of yellow, then blue, green and every other colour quickly swirling together. A deep sigh ran through the Weyr, the violent hatchling had Impressed, finally. "Hoth! What on pern have you done!" He shouted. The hatchling sunk down, easily recognising the authority in his new rider's voice, which continued to tell the newborn off. Thoroughly chided, the hatchling slunk alongside Remelant as they moved off to find meat.

Halted Flight Bronze Hoth to Remelant

It seemed that with the violent Hoth off the sands, the other eggs seemed more keen to escape. The Indecision Paramount in particular seemed to have finally decided on making a large crack and pushing a big chunk of shell out. Foot sticking out, it wriggled enough to get most of the eggshell to fall away, leaving only a little hat on the Hate Me Love Me Hatchling's head. Alright with this new fashion piece, it strutted forward, that is, until it saw the Fire In My Mouth Hatchling. Squealing it scuttled back, trying to hide amidst the eggs. There it trembled, not willing to move away.

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