K'ndra walks in a looks about. "Ok gang time to get things ready for the show. Get your robes and sandals out and go a head and put them on.

Chyriana blinks a bit and she gets on her robe quickly, her hair in it's usual style. "It's time?" she says, her voice softer than it's ever been before, "Oh Shards, I... I'm not ready for this."

Yherukim is in his robe already, has been most of the day. Lost a bet perhaps as he shows a bit of leg in the barely to his knees garb, looking slightly uncokfortable in the white fabric. That look fades to one of surprise though "Is it time already?' such an opposite to the 'when will they ever be ready' that he's been muttering for the past week or two.

There's a small thump from a room closet just beyond the barracks. "SOMEONE!!" Uh oh. Looks like Tira's lost again. That girl can get lost in the bathroom!

Saedoc leans over his bed, grabbing his robe, and pulling his sandals within grabbing reach. Changing quickly, more out of excitement than anything else, he nearly falls face first off the cot when he goes for his sandals. "Yikes." He says, catching the side quickly.

She'd been stitching something, sitting on her cot.. but K'ndra's entrance and words have got her blinking all of a sudden. Senaya slides off the edge, grabs what she must from the press at the foot of her bed and hastily slips from clothing to robe in about ten seconds. Slim fingers fly as her working hands plait honeyed hair into a simple braid, and she hastily tucks something up and underneath it where it can't be noticed. She is shaking.. and can't manage any words. With a tense expression, she moves to open the door of the closet for Tira, it's getting to be a habit now.

Poor Mel has been sketching. Not as secretively as he used to, though certainly not opening... Not that any of the matters, for at K'ndra's words he blinks, looks over, and completly abandons the sketch pad where it lay. A quick motion to the press at the foot of his bed allows him to retrieve his lovely robe and sandals and... modesty be *cough* darned... clothes are flung off to make way for the robe. Everyone's in such a flurry that -they- won't notice. Right?

For once, he's utterly calm. Actually, Gideon has been getting closer and closer to that realm of composure that is brought on by age...responsibility. Ever since this second round of touchings started up not too long ago, his whole attitude has seemed to begin the muted descent down towards quietude. He is like that right now, even with the electric buzz in the air; he has pulled the simple, white woolen robe over his honed form, and is now adjusting the lay of his sleeves as he considers the others, eyes finally coming to rest upon Senaya, lingering there for a heartbeat, and then finding his own hand as he straigtens his clothing, pensive. Ready.

Ailyn stares at K'ndra for a moment, then jumps off her cot and goes rummaging through her clothing press. Pulling out her sandals and robe, she yanks them on and pulls her hair back, tying it with a ribbon and fastening some clips into it to make sure it doesn't fall down.

Chyriana moves over to Senaya's other side and she offers a hand to her friend, "Oh shards... I'm scared." she says softly, her usual go get em when the going gets tough attitude not up to, quite, standing on the sands as the eggs hatch.

A thrumming begins deep within the fabric of GreyStone Aerie. The word spreads quickly through dragons across the continent, its HATCHING time! The newest members of dragonkind are soon to emerge, as as word spreads so does the invitation to watch this momentus event! (@tel #710)

Tira comes out of the closet with relief on her face. Her blond hair is tied back and she wears her candidates robe. "Thank you Senaya!" She looks so relieved. Weren't the eggs that way? Or was it the other way?

K'ndra says "Okay, gang the eggs are hatching, follow me and remember to bow to the dam and sire of the clutch."

Shaking fingers, very very slightly trembling, reach out as Senaya takes Chyriana's hand and tightens her own grip about it. "There's nothing to be scared of." She murmurs that, having done this once before, not that that is helping to keep her own self calm. The smile she summons up by dint of will for her friend is pale and crooked.


Hatching Sands -- GreyStone Aerie
As you step on to the heated black sands of the Hatching Grounds of Greystones Aerie, the slightest whisper is amplified for you. The immense cavern that you now stand in the very base of, is covered with fine black volcanic sand. The heat of the sands, begins to filter through your footwear. You look around taking in the large rows of seats on one side and the mysterious pockets and ledges on the other. You wander over to the raised wooden dais, where a broody queen and her rider may escape the ever present heat. You see two entrances, to either side of the dais. One leads to the candidates barracks, and the other is to a small alcove Weyr, that has been set aside for the brooding queen and her rider. A ramp to the sands extends from one side of the galleries. Its access to the sands is blocked by a thin metal gate.

Tira peers at Senaya. "Was I wrong in thinking there were two of you back there?" She steps out onto the sands with her fellow candidates. A bow is given to Tilavenku and Bassku although she stands back near a wall far way away from those evil eggs with the gooey thoughts that invaded your mind.

Chyriana bows deeply to the gold and brown and then to thier riders before moving over to stand next to Senaya and Tira, a nervous chewing on her lower lip already starting as she eyes the eggs. She takes a deep breath every once in a while as she starts to lift her feet as the heat of the sands rapidly starts to work through the soles of her sandals.

Senaya steps slowly through onto the incandescent heat of the sands, thick-soled footgear protecting her from the smouldery bite of the granular stuff as she pauses a fraction of a moment to breathe deeply, looking around with a strange expression crossing her elegantly-carved features. Trepidation, excitement, remembrance, fear -- all these mingle in the lady's shadow-darkened eyes before she moves, striding to a place where she can offer a simple, concisely graceful curtsy to the sire and dam, and then another to their riders. She looks to the galleries next, perhaps seeking someone, but they are packed and soon she turns away to join her closest friends in the growing semicircle of white-garbed figures that are forming up loosely about the eggs. "Because.. there were." That's the only answer she offers to Tira, though both ladies get a smile and room is left for Serena, Gideon and Melikar.

Gideon emerges onto the sands once more...he has spent so very much time --relatively-- on sands like this over the last...what has it been? A year now, between the two candidacies? It seems as if it has been, and at the same moment it seems like it's been a bloody week. Everything happens so quickly when you want to pay attention to everything around you, and so slowly when your most heartfelt desire is potentially only days or weeks away. Or minutes. Perhaps it truly is minutes now. His sandals do an admirable job of absorbing the head of these searing sands, though he begins to sweat almost immediately. Not a cool place, and understandably so. Regardless, he pays the heat and sweat little mind. His eyes are all for the queen and her eggs, the lot of which recieve a smooth bow which he has been practicing in secret for some time now. He's grown a touch taller during his candidacy, and in his robe, he looks it. Jaw set and hands clasping themselves behind his back, he tries his best to clear his mind and just...relax.

Dani'yah looks up from where she stands by the sides as the Candidates step out onto the sands. SHe stands near Bassku and Rys'hana. She's sorta sandwiched between Rys'hana and B'dyn, with Tilavenku on his other side.

Saedoc moves in with the crowd, trying to stick with one of the large groups, so his own nervous movement, aren't as noticable. Deep bow is given to Tilavenku and Bassku, and he shuffles in further, eyes moving quickly to the eggs, then back out to the watchers. Thumbnail is absently chewed on, almost a subconsious thing that he doesn't even notice.

Yherukim enters shifting uncomfortably in his robe. Tread is nervous as he finds himself yet again on the sands. He bows to teh dam and sire before taking his place among the other candidates and watches the eggs expectantly.

Melikar looks rather dazed as his steps take him out onto the sands. There's a moment before he remembers what he's supposed to do, but then it clicks... The dragons are spotted, a deep breath is taken, and a bow is given to the queen and sire, along with their rider. Not a particularly deep bow, for fear that he may fall over, but it's a bow and it will do. With that accomplished, now that he's been broken from his daze, he moves over to stand next to Naya, fully intending to make good on his promise to crush the fingers of that dear friend. Now, the only thing he needs to remember to do is just... breathe.

Eggs wobble slightly here and there amongst it's groups on the sands.

Chyriana takes a deep breath and she watches the eggs with interest, "Good luck everyone." she says as she tries to guess which will hatch first.

Snaking Aquatic Form Egg wobbles about on its end.

Chyriana chews a bit more on her lower lip, just watching the eggs, eyes widening a bit as eggs start to wobble still more around the mound

Suspicious Dirty Money Egg wobbles about on its end.

Its a War of the Worlds upon the battle heated colosseum eggs surface. Sand cascades down the mound within which the egg is nestled as the struggle begins in earnest and nothing is held back.

Senaya angles her gaze to Chyriana and murmurs quietly, "And to you as well." Then the swaying motion of an egg captures her attention. The gentle motion seems stark to her against the backdrop of the sands as the watery ovoid takes to wobbling, and the stares at it. It is then that her slim fingers take up their dastardly trembling again, that can be seen, for she reaches them out to either side -- left where Melikar stands, and to Gideon, who is on her right. And then.. that swaying is echoed, and she's forced to look, back and forth, between blue-hued shell and the colosseum's surface.

Tira hangs back hugging the wall. She sees the first egg starting to wobble and scrambles away from it. "You go," she hides behind Senaya and Gideon. They'll keep her safe. Where's Tad when she needs him!

Chyriana gives a slight gasp and raises a hand to her mouth, barely managing to jerk her hand down before she starts to bite on her nails.

"No! Not me..." Saedoc stops suddenly, suddenly finding himself out in front of his crowd. "Hey, guys, come on." He turns, but they all shake their heads. Chin drops to his chest, and he sighs. "Fine." The group crowds around Saedoc, though he's still out in front, eyes bright with fear, and nervousness. He's tall, so they can all hide.

Melikar seems relieved when Senaya's hand is offered, and it's grabbed without further thought, and merely the quickest of smiles to the girl. But there are things happening now... These eggs, which they've been touching for so long, are now making their moves and this must be watched exclusively to all else. The Colosseum egg, the Aquatic egg, they divide his attention as they being wiggling in turn. It's all too much. If not for the burning heat of the sands, he'd probably be forced to sit down. As it is, he's looking even more pale than is his normal. This isn't normal. It's understandable.

Serena bows to the Queen and her mate when she comes out on the sands with everyone else. She seems to be the last one on the sands, taking up a position behind everyone else, partially in the shadows of the cavern.

Ailyn leans a bit to one side, putting most of her weight on her left leg as she shakes the right one nervously. As the battle heated colosseum egg rocks, her eyes widen, and she edges closer to the group of people nearby. She bites a larger portion of her lip, then glances about. Noticing Serena behind her, she waves the other young woman toward the space she has vacated.

Serena moves up to stand next to Ailyn, looking nervous and gripping the sides of her white robe a bit, trying to dry the palms of her hands. She shifts from side to side from the heat.

Snaking Aquatic Form Egg shifts as a crack appears down its side.

Chyriana is shorter than most of the other candidates, so technically that means she can hide and be nearly lost in the taller forms around her. As the eggs wobble even more che squeezes her eyes shut and curls her hand together into a bit of a knot. Her eyes slowly peek open as a sort of anticipatory silence falls on the sands as all wait for the first egg to crack its shell in even the slightest bit.

Suspicious Dirty Money Egg shifts as a crack appears down its side.

Someone may need to call in Airforce One to stop the struggle which raged over the surface of the coliseum egg. So intense is it the that colosseum begins to crack, and pillars topple.
Yherukim crosses his arms, near and yet not quite next to anyone he watches the wobbling and trembling eggs as feet shift above the burning hot sands.

Senaya's fingers tighten, though that pressure and any they might receive returned go entirely unnoticed by the dark-eyed young woman. Enrapt in all the crackings, she darts her gaze from side to side, making a vain attempt to keep everything within her sight. "All at once. All at once," she murmurs beneath her breath, probably to Melikar, since it's hand that will be bearing most of the punishment she doles out in squeezing.

Chyriana chews on her lip even more as cracks form along the colesseum egg and the Suspicious Dirty Money egg. She tries to shift so that she can watch both the eggs and yet still remain within the group of candidates around her.

And there it is, the first crack is duly noted by Melikar, the very nervousness that's so obvious giving way to a sort of surreal calm. Yes, it's cracking... oh, so is that one! Lovely day, isn't it? The only sign given that he's still scared to pieces is the increasingly tight grip on Senaya's hand, and that's all... even those expressive eyes seem perfectly calm. "It's going too fast," he murmurs in return to Naya as her words reach his ears, and a low breath is expelled. Wayyy too fast.

Snaking Aquatic Form Egg cracks wide open and out stumbles Winter's First Flurries Hatchling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Winter's First Flurries Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just like the first snow of winter, that light blanket which is responsible for covering any and every shade beneath it, so does the pale alabaster wrap of this dragon hatchling's hide cover the shades of a secret color just waiting to be released, not so much as a glimmer of a betraying color breathing a scant breath on the colorless wrap. Not everything, after the first glance has been stolen, is as colorless as it seems, for some, the true beauty and grace is hidden within the hide, at an angle, shown to the side. Towards fragile-looking 'sails of the transparency of a sheet of thin ice, almost invisible streaks of ruby seep in, followed briskly by shades of aureate -- or could it possibly be russet? It doesn't quite seem to matter so much, as attention is coaxed further down, swiftly, to lay before one certain streak of cerulean that lightly caress the lithe tail, like the run-off of a freshly melted snow. Slowly, ever so subtly, the azurine color slips away, nearly wiping away any trace that the muted color was ever present in the first place, replaced with the same mute alabaster of delicate snow. <Desc'd by Kai'a>
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Saedoc curls his toes into his sandals, trying to get them away from the heat, as if it were possible. Eyes pass over all the different eggs, cracking, and wobbling. Lock of loose hair falls into his eyes, and he sweeps it away, the movement bringing him back to reality rather fast. Eyes move lightening fast to the new hatchling, and he regards it with a curious mix of awe, and fear. Beauty is noted, but so are it's claws, and teeth.

Chyriana gives a soft gasp at the sight of the hatchling, "I don't want to do this, but I do, but I don't." comes the murmured words of near panic as the head cook turned candidate tries to keep from running from the sands at the sight of the claws and teeth of the scaled hatchling.
One might think this egg is engaged in Mortal Kombat as shards fall in palm sized chunks to the sands.

The hatchling within seems bound to win this battle, no has won as the Slowly Shifting Snowdrift Hatchling springs away, dirtied and shaking the last bit off glistening tail.

Suspicious Dirty Money Egg cracks wide open and out stumbles Silent Night Hatchling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Slowly Shifting Snowdrift Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eyes blink slowly open in the realization that it has won the first struggle, freeing itself from the confines of the hard shell. The pieces lay scattered around the soft pulsing white body which slowly shifts as the hatchling rises to its feet. Tiny scales glimmer of the purest white, a conglomeration of tiny snowflakes it seems which have melted just enough to form the flowing figure. Muscles are not well defined as this mound of snow shifts slowly here and there, the white of its hide all encompasing. Everything seems to blend in, so that arms and legs just suddenly appear from the rounded blob of its belly, and wings are as much of a surprise when they are finally spread. The spars seem somehow to thin to support the magnificent spread of sail that is shown. The snowy flakes of white melting into a vast sea, the color of glacier ice blue. The slight green hue of its eye is the most of a marker found, and then when the eye closes, it is near impossible to tell head from tail. <Desc'd by S'ym>
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Silent Night Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A shadow of a hatchling emerges from the confines of its egg shell. The particles are reduced to nothing at the hatchlings feet as large amethyst eyes regard the surrounding candidates with a silent intensity. Wings unfurl and stretch for a time, showing off a silent bleary whiteness. It seems to have consumed the whole of this creature, as if one is holding ones breath on the deepest of winter nights. For the land is lit only by the pale white moon and casts an almost silvery shadow with the barest hints of blue-white along neck and tail. Movements bring the barest shuffling whisper. The crunch of sand beneath snowy claws adds a soft almost predatory crunch to the rustle of scales as the hatchling moves over the sands. <Desc'd by S'ym>
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Winter's First Flurries Hatchling gets up, shaking itself off after having been dumped onto the warm sands. Wedge shaped head flicks to the side, a piece of shell and goo heading straight for some of the candidates. The dragon sees more of it's kind, still white from the shell standing around as well. It moves over to investigate.

Senaya gasps, though it's doubtful that breathy sound will be heard, and she straightens up, turning her head to get the best possible view of the first hatchling to be birthed. Oddly enough, the appearance of the lovely creature calms her somewhat, or else sinks her to a place far below the level of tension she'd been laboring under. She pushes back tendrils of hair that have been heat-dampened in her short time there, and smiles crookedly, faintly, at those near her. "And there's another one." With a nudge of her chin, she pays welcoming homage to the Silent Night Hatchling. And though she's more relaxed, she stills holds herself very alertly, shoulders squared at her place in the loose half-circle.

Slowly Shifting Snowdrift Hatchling blinks and looks around at the world it has entered. It looks at dam and sire and emits a scratchy croon then it turns to those in white that is sees from the corner of it's eye.

Ailyn takes a deep breath, then tries to give the candidates nearby an encouraging smile, but in her nervousness fails rather miserably. Her eyes dart from one rocking egg to the next cracking one, not staying on any one thing for long, and she wrings the material of her robe in her hands. As the first egg breaks open she gives a sharp intake of breath, and smiles slightly at the sight. Then as two more eggs burst open she stares at the hatchlings, then goes back to flicking her gaze from egg to hatchling to egg.

Melikar watches the sudden busting out of the three hatchlings, each one after the other, with a calm eye and a trembling hand. The hand that hasn't been put to work, squeezing on Naya's fingers. "Way too fast," he says conversationally, though the faintest of faint smiles touches his lips, the sound of the Snowdrift's scratchy little croon breaking through his veil of panic. "Three all at once... three of our friends are going." That's a somewhat calming thought, that if the hatchlings have hatched that at least -someone- will become a rider.

Tira almost shrieks as the first three eggs hatch and three white hatchlings stumble out! Those are the things with the mindvoices that sucked you in! She bites on her lip and moves back against the wall scrunching down there. Don't look at her.. don't look at her. Violet eyes close. Maybe if she doesn't look at them, like a kid who doesn't look at the monster under its bed...they can't see them then and those hatchlings won't see her.

Chyriana shivers despite the heat of the sands and she gives barely audible squeak as two more hatchlings crack thier shellsunable to really decide which one to watch first. Since that is a problem she steps back still more, moving so she can watch them all in a sort of panoramic view. Never mind the fact that this leaves her standing virtually alone in her chosen place.

Yherukim ooos softly, eyes alighting upon the hatchlings arrival.

Gideon takes Senaya's hand, his eyes --striking grey-- watching with silent intensity everything before him. Watching the riders and queen. Watching the eggs...he takes one slow, deep breath through his nose, lips slightly pursed in thought as he notes...little creatures ambling forth from the eggs. Well, not terribly small, all things considered, but still. He is a rock. He remembers the first time he had to go through this. Experience, as they say, is the greatest teacher of all.

Winter's First Flurries Hatchling checks out the other white things. Eyes straying for a moment to the pink things in white that stand around the mounds of color lying on the sands. A sniff of the air, then it heads off.

Saedoc's jaw nearly drops to the ground. Boy, they hatch fast! Mouth is closed with a soft clicking of his teeth, and he almost backs up a little bit. Curious Hatchlings are followed with the boy's marbled eyes, and he just stands there like that, for quite awhile.

Faded Lime Green Tile Egg wobbles about on its end.

Senaya peels her eyes from the searching hatchlings only as Tira's retreating movement can be sensed. The other candidate had been standing behind her up until this point before pressing against the wall. "It's all right, Tira. They're not going to hurt you." She -sounds- sure about this, though its a good thing the other woman's eyes are closed and she can't see Naya's expression. "Look at them.. they're all wonderful." And that is all the comfort she can offer as she gets to tightening her right hand's grip to match her left's, hanging onto Gideon this time as she turns her eyes back from over her shoulder to contemplation of the searching dragonets.

Star of Death Egg just remains standing on the shards of the egg that once served as a confine, amethyst eyes sweeping the line of candidates disdainfully as if they were nothing. Stretching cold snowy wings the hatching takes a disdainful step forward as if walking towards something one would rather not.

Silent Night Hatchling just remains standing on the shards of the egg that once served as a confine, amethyst eyes sweeping the line of candidates disdainfully as if they were nothing. Stretching cold snowy wings the hatching takes a disdainful step forward as if walking towards something one would rather not.

Tilavenku croons softly in happiness at all of his hatchlings.

Melikar shakes his head slowly, grip loosening a moment... then just as quickly tightening again as the hatchlings begin to move, and other eggs begin to rock more violently. "Not another one," he murmurs, watching the Lime Green Tile egg, and completely missing the movements of the death star egg, so intent is he watching this one thing... Almost a meditation to save from complete mental breakdown. Or perhaps I exaggerate. "There are already enough for now, not another one," is said again softly, with a low sigh. Some of the panic has passed, though, as I said, so the hatchlings that are already out and about are given appreciative glances in turn, now that he's -able- to appreciate them.

Faded Lime Green Tile Egg wobbles about on its end.

Slowly Shifting Snowdrift Hatchling steps towards the line of white things. It's off hind claw catches a bit of shell which it shakes off. Wings spread partially to dry it approaches, emerald eyes scanning each for potential.

Gideon swallows, noting that yet again, the sands have robbed him of moisture with which to make that act a subconscious thing. He has to work at it for a good two..three seconds, watching the Silent Night Hatchling's imperiousness. He doesn't arch a brow at the thing...he doesn't change expression at all. He is far too interested in the fact that these beings are the one which touched minds with the candidates only...days ago. He wonders how closely their true natures will reflect those hinted at by the mind touches.

Winter's First Flurries Hatchling pauses, in front of a group of girls. A snuffle here, and a ponder there as the hatchling's head swivels between them all. Settling upon a lass from the weaver hall, a croon is heard as Impression is made. Barb'ra rises. "Her name is Kiasuiku!" she calls out.
Set.

With a triumphant cry the Winter's First Flurries Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Angelic Being Of the Ocean Moon Kiasuiku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A beauty in silver newly emerged from an aquatic cage, her scaled skin reflects her brief time in her watery realm. Over all her body is dark dull silver, darkening to almost black at her muzzle, neck ridge and tail tips and her black claw tipped toes. The color is much like the oxidized silver that's not been cleaned for sometime. However, the deep sliver is touched with blue, making it look like the dark color of the ocean depths. Not exactly appealing on it's own, but when she shifts and moves and the light catches her scales, it flares with a pink sheen, as if covered in a fine porcelain glaze. This gives her an angelic look, especially when her wings extend. Her wing sails on a whole are pale white silver
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.

Chyriana watches the hatchlings as the move, frowning just slightly as they start to go opposite directions, making it harder to keep track of thier motions, as the silver impresses she gives a soft sigh, eyes dampening just slightly.

Senaya barely manages a smile, far too intent on the gathering cluster of alabaster-hued hatchling to spare a glance even for the best of her friends. Instead, Melikar will just have to settle for a more intense pressing of her fingers about his -- those slender digits already bloodless from the strength she's pouring into that contact. "Look at that.. how beautiful." No matter she's seen this all up-close-and-personal before, it's still the same sense of wonder that floods her delicately-made features. Barb'ra gets a congratulations from her, though the heat has half-closed her throat and it's a good probability that'll just go unheard.

Faded Lime Green Tile Egg Spinning slowly on it's axis, the Faded Lime Green egg spins around, nearly bumping into one of the other eggs as it twists around.

Saedoc glancing over towards the Impression at the cry, and blinks, finally shaken out of his trance again. Shaking his head, he slaps his cheek softly, trying to stay out of it this time. Fingers are curled into a knot, and one is pinched, keeping a steady stream of pain, so he'll remember it's really happening. "They're really... ahh... cute." Yeah, that's it.

Faded Lime Green Tile Egg spins slowly on it's axis, nearly bumping into one of the other eggs
Blink. Like that, there is a fellow candidate impressed, and Gideon's hand tightens in the grip of Senaya's as he watches the Ocean  Moon hatchling emerge. The other candidate...all of that, slides adroitly off of his consciousness and is relaced by the new hatchlings, his slate greys tugged at by the green egg which threatens to burst.

You didn't see it move. Nope, not one little twitch. Anything that is remotely considered movement you did not see it from the unidentified egg. The shell may be quite Under Siege but it will not admit to a twitch of movement.

The first impression is made, and Melikar actually saw it! His eyes happened to be trailing after that one hatchling, and so he gets to see... watch that flooding of color into the pure white hide. Barb'ra's congratulation is murmured, and most likely not heard in the slightest, though it's really the thought that counts. This is the first impression he's seen up close, and it's quite a shock... The tightening of finger is, if it even needs to be said, reciprocated at that first bonding, and Naya gets offered another of the faintest of faintest smiles. But oh... no nono, more eggs twitching and turning to take his attention away, not to mention the other hatchlings. What to watch first?

Silent Night Hatchling moves imperiously forward, walking up and down the line examining each little candidate care fully before stopping and looking at specific one with that same disdainful look.
Dani'yah claps at the sight of the silver Impressing. She beams. "Congradulations you two." She says to the dragons. She smiles as the pair is lead off the sands. She goes back to watching the others hatchings and impressions.

Tira didn't see the impression. She's cowering on one side of the wall pressing close to keep away from those other hatchlings. She hears Senaya and she's probably right...they won't hurt you.. Tilavenku and Taishall had been hatchlings once. But still....they were nice..Those eggs..the things in them..had not been.

Slowly Shifting Snowdrift Hatchling pauses a moment in the line of white things. Is this the one?
B'dyn chuckles softly and smiles.. "I'm so proud of them sis.." He murmurs to Dani.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Slowly Shifting Snowdrift Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quietly Commanding Green Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This regal looking little thing is definately a quiet one. Her eyes watch everything going on around her. Her lines are powerful and smooth. Her movement is graceful. She is slow and deliberate in her movements. Her muscles and sinews are enhanced only by the blackness that defines them, frames them. Her neck ridges are defined as well, blackness fading into the lovely green of her hide. A halo of a yellowish brown is the only difference on her hide, it spills in wisps down her neck ridges and shoulders of her forelegs. She is a power to be reckoned with.
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With a triumphant cry the Silent Night Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

Chyriana shakes her head a bit as she watches to see who the Silent Night hatchling has chosen, chewing on her lip as she stays slightly away from the others. She's so intent on watching the hatchlings that she hasn't even realized she's off by herself for the most part."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Firestroked Smoke Nova Kyouku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dimming fire casts light onto his dark hide and the red shows through. A deep rich red to which he has been cast by the firelight. Yet, it seems somehow incomplete, ehteral smoke dispersing at the edges and in blackened crevices. Muscles are well defined, and now that he sits so still you see indeed he is quite well built. A little on the stocky side, perhaps that is something he will outgrow however. Eyes are bright and alert, set somewhat deeply in his well defined wedge shaped head. The quartz sets out from the black whisps touching his eye ridges. Head turning reveals a deeper slightly ruddy bronze tinted neck. Rather firelicked, the coloring actually works up from his belly and strokes the underside of his wings in bold golden yellows, firey auburns, and ambers. Trailing off his back and wings, as though flying over a campfires first beginnings, tender swirls of firesmoke lay hinted over the firelight. Tail is unadorned however, laying languidly behind him in a long thin rope.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.

Dani'yah reaches out and gives B'dyn's hand a squeeze. "She's a beauty. That's all I know. I can't wait to see what else we have, in store." She turns just in time to see the green. "Wow!" And a soft whistle is heard as the Red Impresses right afterwards as well.
The object shakes and begins to crumble.

The unidentified egg's dark surface hide movement, hides cracks, hides...well but not that sound. That funny sound which ripples beneath the dragons humming as though warning of a Predator soon to be loosed.

Poor Bar'r is lead off with the now firestroked Kyouku looking rather shocked, shame. He was a nice one too..

Chyriana blinks a bit and she looks at the green in front of her, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she reaches out to touch her hide, "Oh Aureliku, you are aso right, we are one forever."

True Lies this one is. Dark surface holds nothing. Why not a thign at all, except that Alien, I mean the Warning *Wet Paint* White Hatchling which is slipping out of the hole in the top. Now you don't see that hear?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Warning *Wet Paint* White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lids flickers open, revealing bright pyrope red irises, but upon this newly hatched one that remains the only spot of color. That singular spot of color gives one a refernce from which the rest of the hatchlings frame is built, for otherwise the solid color makes it difficult to define. Scaled hide is most interesting. Completely washed out as all the others to hatch, its scales carry a rather semi-glossy hue. The artists hand, or perhaps the busy homemaker has not missed a singular spot upon this painted white. Watch and be wary as lids narrow upon the brilliant eyes until it is a lunar eclipse within the merest slit that pierces whatever is gazed upon. Fresh and new, the hatchling's also not quite dried. Perhaps its just leftover fluid from within the shell which will soon enough evaporate, though longer now it seems to hold as this one moves with sticky grace, scales perhaps a trick of the light somehow damp reflected and one thinks that where this one would touch so *not dry* is it that dabs of that same white would be left in its passing. <Desc'd by Yherukim>
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Senaya looses a breath, far too steady too accurately portray the same emotions that run rampant on her face. Collection has fled the tall young lady to a great extent, and she hardly has time to see to whom those hatchlings have bonded.. the red moving off before she realizes that the beautiful green has perched herself fairly nearby. "Oh, Chy." Her smile is shaky before it firms, the clear note of joy on her friend's behalf ringing through softened tones. "Congratulations." And this time, her fingers are too benumbed to squeeze anybody else's any tighter.

Gideon remembers that one..the Unidentified Egg. He's been curious about this one, and as it starts to rumble and shake and crack, his grey eyes belong to the thing. Moves the bulk of his weight from one foot to the other, licking his lips briefly in anticipation as he trues to remember which hatchlings came from what eggs. Another bonding...he is remotely aware of that, and adds his murmured congratulations to the throng of well-wishers. It wasn't one of his close circle of friends, that he can figure. The name didn't pierce the veil of concentration deeply enough to have been one of them. But then a voice -does- touch his consciousness. Chyriana's...and he blinks, looking over to actually take his attention from the eggs and fledglings for a moment. "Congratulations, Chyrania." Last time he'll be able to use that name, most likely.

"C-congratulations," Melikar manages to get out as again, too quickly, more impressions are made. Bar'r.... Kyouku... oh, but it's too much to comprehend. Much watch the eggs. The Unidentified egg, now, that was one he enjoyed being with in particular, so he'll watch it... Ignore the other eggs, hatchlings, whatever, wait until things have calmed down a bit... Nope. Plan is foiled. He hears Chy's voice... and that draws his eyes away. "Aureliku? Chyriana?" he says, sounding surprised. This is someone he's standing close to! How could he not have noticed? "Congratulations!" is said again, this time with more feeling. He even releasing Naya's fingers... not completely, but a bit, enough to let blood flow again. This isn't so bad, now.

B'dyn grins broadly at that and squeezes Dani's hand tightly.. "Look.." He beams.. look at them all..
Saedoc manages to keep himself straight through the flurry of movement all around, cheering for Chyriana, and Bar'r. As more hatchlings are spilt from their eggs, he starts to relax, ever so slightly. Enough to not look so stiff.

Ailyn stares at the hatchlings, awed, though her attention does not stay on them for long as the Lime Green Tile Egg wobbles, calling her eyes toward it. The first impression holds her gaze for longer than most things, and she calls congratulations to the new rider. Her fingernails dig into her palms as she clenches her fists nervously. As two more hatchlings impress, she calls congratulations to the first pair, then to a new rider she knew a bit better than the other two she congratulates her by name. "Congratulations, Chyriana!" With that, her eyes flick back to the rocking, cracking eggs, and the newest hatchling.

Dani'yah winks at B'dyn. She sees another new hatchling out on the sands. She watches with rapt interest. She reaches over and takes Rys'hana's hand in her free hand. Gotta be here for her friend and her brother. Yep.

"Chyriana? No! They didn't get her!" Tira scrambles up and watches with horror. Yep one of the evilmindvoice eggs had gotten her friend. She clings to Senaya. Don't take her too!
Gore and Mortar Washed Egg wobbles about on its end.

Faded Lime Green Tile Egg shifts as a crack appears down its side.

Warning *Wet Paint* White Hatchling sits atop the egg that was just crawled out of. Looking around, eyes unblinking as the area is surveyed. Slinking off the top of the egg, the hatchling disappears amongst the other eggs on the sands.

K'ndra walks over to Chyriana and her new lifemate. "A lovely comet there Chyriana. Bring her over here and feed her." K'ndra leads the pair to a cleared section of the sands where an AFLM awaits with buckets.

Serena claps for Chyriana, "Way to go! I knew you would do it!" she watches the pair lead off to the side, for the feeding. She turns her attentions back to the other movements on the sands.
I don't see that here
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Riana touches Aureliku and the two move off the sands to the fledgeling barracks. She can't seem to stop looking at the green as she starts to feed her small chunks of meat, watching her chew with a gentle smile.

Senaya blinks, murmuring quiet questions to herself, "Now where did it go?" Her eyes are in the process of seeking out the *Wet Paint* hatchling when Tira returns and takes to clinging on her. She casts a glance over her shoulder and wriggles her hands free from both Gideon and Melikar, smiling to each nervously in apology before she turns half-round and drapes an arm across Tira's shoulders. It takes a shifting of her weight to steady them both, and grains of sand slither from her boot as she repositions it and takes to saying things underneath her breath to calm her friend. All the while, her gaze can't itself, and has returned to seeking hatchlings and cracking, rocking eggs.

Faded Lime Green Tile Egg 's crack opens even wider and you can hear a small little croon come from the opened part of the egg.

Strangely Scratched Bluish-Silver Egg wobbles about on its end.

Melikar watches the Wet Paint hatchling with interest. So that's what has come from the Unidentified egg, is it? Interesting, very interesting... He's able, now, to pay more attention. Chy's impression has had a bit of a calming influence, a real one at that, not merely making him appear calm but feel it too. Or perhaps he's just in denial. That works too. But he's recalled he has to remember this so that he may draw it, and so he'll examine this new hatchling before going back to staring intently at one egg, or another, with only glances to the hatchling to make sure it's still around. With his hand so cruelly releasing from Naya's fingers, it finds purchase in his robes, fiddling around to give him something to do while waiting... for something.

Gore and Mortar Washed Egg wobbles and spins a bit, the small straitions widening to cracks.

Yherukim swallows, mouth suddenly dry as the hatchlings pair off with candidates. Feet continue to shuffle as he watches, remaining warily tense and ready to dodge should he be in the way, though for now he seems ok. A hand swiping the sweat from his brow as he cheers on teh bondings and continues to keep watch of the rocking eggs and wandering hatchlings.

Rys'hana stands and looks pretty.. She was always here.. Yup.

Gideon has watched the Wet Paint hatchling emerge, and his eyes tract the creature's progress with interest for a moment, the young candidate biting the inside of one cheek --that the sole concession to nervousness this time; so very different than the last time. He forces his eyes away, and to the eggs, seeking out others he has seen...he has touched, and seeing if they have, indeed, hatched.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< A Rose is but a Rose Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The soft velvet of a rose's petal echoes along the scaled confines of this slender creature. All color has been bleached in the rarest of nature's oddities to create this bloom. No longer confined by the shell this one has indeed come into blossom, cheery ruby eyes bely the flowers more natural color and seek to find that one among the crowd the hatchling finds surrounding. Fine scales cover a slender figure, all grace and beauty. The glimmer of tiny white teeth seem as sharp as any adults are inset to a muzzle narrow pointed. The ridges which jut from the soft white velvet of the hatchlings scaled neck are the palest rose-white one has ever seen. The barest hint of color a blood stained warning as the thorns of the vine are as dangerous as the similarly toned claws of this not so coordinated hatchling. <Desc'd by Jello>
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Knotted hands loosen, and fingers fall apart. Gripping the sides of his robe gently, Saedoc curiously glances around, having calmed a huge amount compared to what he was upon entering the Sands. Eyes go from Wet Paint hatchling, to the Rose hatchling. Always in groups, it seems.

Strangely Scratched Bluish-Silver Egg shifts as a crack appears down its side.


Faded Lime Green Tile Egg wobles as the cracks become larger and wider apart and then all of a sudden, like a small little earthquake the egg splits apart.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< A Rose is but a Rose Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The soft velvet of a rose's petal echoes along the scaled confines of this slender creature. All color has been bleached in the rarest of nature's oddities to create this bloom. No longer confined by the shell this one has indeed come into blossom, cheery ruby eyes bely the flowers more natural color and seek to find that one among the crowd the hatchling finds surrounding. Fine scales cover a slender figure, all grace and beauty. The glimmer of tiny white teeth seem as sharp as any adults are inset to a muzzle narrow pointed. The ridges which jut from the soft white velvet of the hatchlings scaled neck are the palest rose-white one has ever seen. The barest hint of color a blood stained warning as the thorns of the vine are as dangerous as the similarly toned claws of this not so coordinated hatchling. <Desc'd by Jello>
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Strangely Scratched Bluish-Silver Egg cracks wide open and out stumbles Perfect Snowflake Hatchling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Perfect Snowflake Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The scales of this inquisitive hatchling seems to reflect which crystalline clarity. Each is individually perfect, and were one to get an up close look, each would be seen etched in ivory, and like a snowflake unique in its pattern. The rippling effect of the scales combined is a blur of lovely whiteness as this one drifts across the sands. The shimmering heat forms a soft aura about this one, as though it might melt under the hatching grounds searing caress and yet the creature seems light on its feet, drifting jsut above and chilled hide keeping out the heat and in the cold. Such a connundrum can not be, can it? Yet before your eyes this one exists in perfection. It's own sapphire irises looking back as icy cold as the rest of its snow covered body. <Desc'd by S'ym>
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Gore and Mortar Washed Egg shifts as a crack appears down its side.

Ah...he knows that one. He's touched it several times. The Scratched Bluish-Silver Egg. Eyes alight upon it as the crack appears down one side, and then a pristine hatchling emerges from the confines of that shell. Another egg is beginning to rumble to wakefulness right behind that hatchling, but for the moment, he watches the thing, transfixed. He's touched that mind as well. And an idle thought washes across his mind...a question. Will he ever remember which dragons, once they gain their bonding color, went with which eggs?
<OOC> Gideon says, "Err..that was me."

A Rose is but a Rose Hatchling croons softly as it shakes the shards of the egg off of it's hide. He croons gently, wonderingly towards his parents..

Senaya has been searching the remaining members of Bassku's clutch for her own favored eggs, not that she'd -admit- to having a real favorite from the crowd save in coloration. The Lime Green shell's cascade of cracking definitely catches her eye, as does the elegant hatchling that is the cause of its former home's demise. "Look at that one, Tira," she whispers, ducking down her chin to catch her friend's ear and her attention both. "Isn't it lovely?" Tightening of her arm over the other woman's shoulders serves as a means of steadying herself as much as the fear-filled candidate she's been embracing, and this time, she follows the hatchling's progress as it wanders.

Gore and Mortar Washed Egg cracks wide open and out stumbles Reflective Mother of Pearl White

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Reflective Mother of Pearl White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The mother of pearl hatchling comes tumbling from its shell in a bundle of white. Its body shimmers in the light that hits the sands like a mirage. The tiny scales reflect different colors with their pearly shine. Over its muzzle it is the most colorful with hints of silver, blue, and green. As light traces its neck downwards, its pearly scales tend to take on a more of the moss green shine where as the muscles over its shoulders and haunches tend to shimmer with hints of sky and cerulean blue hues. The mother of pearl reflective ness continues as its wings take on silver like coloring. Taken as a whole, the hatchling is well proportioned and quite shiny, white reflection of the rainbow of colors. Every inch of its pearly white scales takes on its own set of highlights that change as the light changes upon them. <Desc'd by Ellyanna>
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Warning *Wet Paint* White Hatchling wanders up to some candidates, sneaking around them, nose poking into some robes now and again. A croon is heard, softly? Then slinking off into the shadows against the edge of the cavern, there's a white-robed figure there. The hatchling stops, head turning back, wondering which way to go now. Oh, not wanting to be spotted.

"Not again," Mel murmurs desperately, whatever calm he'd affected flying away as two, not one, but -two- more eggs crack open, and a third is beginning to do the same. Ah, for that sweet numbing pressure of a hand to crush... But Naya has to calm Tira, and that's understood perfectly. But which to watch now... his eyes decide to light on a hatchling, this time, and so he follows after the Rose one. It's new, pretty, a bit frightening.. but all of them are. That's understandable. Watching the eggs is too panicing, really, because then you can see when they hatch. But he can't avoid it. He just can't. The pearl one, now, is it? Oh blast, there it is, and now he'll watch it, with an increasing expression of desperate resignation on his face. However he manages that.

Tira shakes her head burying it into Senaya's shoulder. " I don't want to see," she shakes trembling next to the girl. She wants to go home, back to Cedar Glen away from all those white hatchlings who are taking her friends away from her. They'll brainwash them!

Ailyn wrings her hands together nervously as she watches the next hatchling burst from its shell, and her eyes search for the other futilely. The next hatchling is also watched for a moment, until the Gore and Mortar Washed Egg cracks, drawing her attention. Her gaze flicks to the Wings of the Flaming Messenger egg curiously, but it has not begun to shake, so she continues to watch the other eggs and hatchlings.

A Rose is but a Rose Hatchling flaps it's wings outwards and then begins to slowly make it's way towards the others... Oooh.. white things! Like me.. but.. not like me!

Gideon is the picture of calmness. So different than the last time he stood on the stands, when he was an absolute wreck. He watches the new hatchlings with rapt interest, yet not an ounce of nerves. There had been some at the beginning, but not now. They're gone, replaced by the simple resignation that...he has waited to come here for a very long time. And he is here. He remembers everything from the sights and sounds of those hatchlings, to the very smell of the heated sands which takes life in his nostrils. Senaya has let go of his hand, and he has come to lace fingers there before him, an almost...serene countenance about the grey-eyed, white-haired young man.

Warning *Wet Paint* White Hatchling finds what it's looking for. Suddenly, full steam ahead is called for, right through the shadows of the sands, by the wall. Only being spotted as it crosses in front of those standing by the wall. Continuing around, it comes to a stop, several candidates before it. Sitting down, against the wall, the hatchling contemplates. No, this is not right. I had it, darnit!

Bassku looks all proud making all kinds of well....dragon baby noises at her arriving children. Her rider bounces on the balls of her feet watching in awe.. Oooo ahhh.

Saedoc, not nearly as hidden in the shadows as some of the others, steps forward a little, suddenly curious. Hands are still curled into his robe, the only sign of any nevous feelings in the boy. Eyes dart from hatchling to hatchling, then to others in the group on the Sands, and he finds a comfortable spot to stand.

B'dyn beams over at Ryse.. "Look at them, Ryse.. sis." He seems so happy..

Reflective Mother of Pearl White Hatchling sighs, and looks around a bit. It looks at dam and sire, then at the line in white. Slowly, oh so slowly it gets up and trudges towards that line.

Aureliku gives a deep croon as she's fed, eyes bright with contentment, green scales nearly completely dry now.

Perfect Snowflake Hatchling scans the rows of candidates before making its way to Cymbar.

With a triumphant cry the Perfect Snowflake Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tarnished Oxidized Copper Comet Jinsiell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slim pointed horns top a kindly and gentle seeming face. A slender neck sits on a thin chest and spiny back, giving her an all over delicate look. The scaled hide of this waifish dragon is a strangly weatherd green. Like copper left too long to light and rain, the color is a mixture of mint green and mossy brackish green overlaying just the hint of copper red. And the unusual color is not the only notable thing about her. Along with unique color, is unique texture. Her hide is crackled linen, rolling and folding along her body in secrative sweetness. As if those stamps were not enough, her agate eyes are khol lined, and a tear shaped drop of sapphire flows from under the left one.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.

Warning *Wet Paint* White Hatchling heads back the way it came from, knowing, just knowing what it was looking for was right in front of it before.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Warning *Wet Paint* White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
The object shakes and begins to crumble.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stealthy Agent-like Meteor Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This bronze looks mature for all of his young years. He appears to have a bit of grey speckling his wedge-shaped head. He is very serious and get right down to work in his attitude. He does have a slightly larger body, muscular and fit. His sinews move with purpose as he steps. Now and again, you seem to catch a black hint of something darting across his hide, or do you? He likes to hide out in the shadows. He likes to keep his presence unknown for the most part. Hanging out in the background He tries to make sure he is not noticed as quickly as some of the others might be.
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Senaya reaches up to touch Tira's arm in reassurance, then slides slender fingertips across her own cheek, a cheek that the heat this close to the oven-like inferno of the sands has dampened. Pesky hair she's got, some always managing to escape the neat plait into which she weaves it, and she spends a few moments tucking back strands of honeyed hue behind her ear without so much as being conscious of the fact that she's doing it. So it is that she is caught with her elbow bent in the air as the infamous candidate actually manages to bond with a beautiful green dragon. "Oh.." is all she says, loosing a breath to watch Cymber in amazement. Not unhappy, mind you, just.. vastly surprised and pleased by the look of her expression.

Reflective Mother of Pearl White Hatchling looks at each as it passes along the line of humanthings in white. Sapphire eyes focused on each, suddenly he stops and blinks.

A Rose is but a Rose Hatchling troddles around slowly, as if seeking out someone to help. The hatchling croons out softly before stopping infront of a young girl..

Melikar's eyes widen as Cymber finds her mate, and actually manages a brief laugh as she Impresses. "Comet... of course," he murmurs to himself, and is about to smile back at Senaya. Really, just about to. But then he stops. Just look at that face. Is he choking? Could be. Or not. Oh wait, look at that. There's a meteor sitting there. He coughs, looking at the meteor. "Oh," he says lightly, nodding his head as if everything now makes absolutely perfect sense. "Oh. Kayku, of course. We should... do something, shouldn't we? Yes." Now he does it, a smile back towards Senaya, and a reach out to squeeze her shoulder if she'll allow it... then he moves on.

With a triumphant cry the A Rose is but a Rose Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Enormous and Timid Scarred Brown Taikeill ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This brown hatching is just enormous! He towers over any of his chromatic siblings. Huge and hulking burnished brown muscles ripple over this one's body, like he was chiseled from the deepest brown rocks. When he unfolds those wings of his, they eclipse the light around him. Large and powerful, he looks like a force to be reckoned with. But there is something different about him, maybe it's the pale scars that crisscross over his form like large welts and scars. Or maybe it's the soft tender looks of his face. For all his power and size, this dragon's eye's speak that he couldn't hurt a fly.
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Tira trembles as more candidates are pulled to be riders to those things that take them. She watches as Melikar is taken next. "No!" She shakes her head. Not Mel too!

After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.

Rapunzael finds herself looking deeply into the eyes of the brown. Shock, amazement and utter joy are reflected upon her face and Pu'zel calls out his name "Taikiell!"

Gideon can hear Tira lamenting...something or other, behind him and to the left, near Senaya, who was closer when all of this started but who is busy keeping Tira calm. He understands how the poor girl feels, for he felt the same way once. Once. But now, he is almost content. It's been a very long time, and the nervousness of yore had quite simply drained him. A resolve had been made after the first of the egg touchings here that he would enjoy this time around.

"Jinsiell.." breathes out the lushly-formed Cymber, nearly falling to her knees in shock as the whispered mind voice slither-slides amongst her own thoughts. For once, there is no sensual appraisal on the candidate's beautiful face, just awe -- devotion, and love. She almost stumbles as they come to lead her off.

Vicious and Unforgiving Storm Egg wobbles about on its end.

With a triumphant cry the Reflective Mother of Pearl White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Moonlight's Sorrowful Silver Blue Nebula Gunryoku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Small and limp, this little blue just droops along in a puddle of patheticness. His scales are bathed in a pale moonlight blue with just a hint of silver tint where the blue pales into ghostly light. He appears soft and weak, as if every centimenter weeps towards the hard, unfeeling ground below. His tiny face is widely expressive, almost human in it's mimic of emotion. A line of slate rings each eye and runs down the cheeks in fair impression of tears. The rest of his face is small and gaunt, looking as though he were too long in the shell. Only his wings remain aloft, as thier transluenct thinness shines bright as a full moon.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.

B'dyn laughs loudly.. "Look at them.. three in a row!"

With a gasp, Sandy, a young girl fromn the Weaver's Guild clasps The blue and hugs "Yes Gunryoku, I'll be friend and we'l;l feed you

Dani'yah laughs and then cheers for Melikar. "Way to go!" She grins at B'dyn, "A bronze! Look at that. He's a looker. I had seen him hatch, then lost track of him. Glad to see he ddin't sneak off on us."

Temple of Doom Egg :twists and turns about slowly... as if fighting it's way through the temple that it's incased in

Rys'hana gives a slap of her hand against her leg at the impressions. "Good choices!"

The green and red streaks seem to grow in instensity as the star of death egg rolls and wobbles upon the sands. Its surface is in turmoil as though caught in the crossfire of some wildly fantastic futuristic Star Wars.

Senaya is so busy watching Cymber.. that.. she can only mumble something to exhibit her shock as she turns back at Mel's shoulder squeezing. "Did you -see- that?" But then. She stops. Expression of surprise nothing compared to that which overcomes her now. Silence, mouth dropping. Tears well silver against the midnght of her gaze as her very best and dearest of all friends is quite summarily claimed. "Mel." That will have to serve as initial congratulations, because it's all that she can get out, taking up a smile that brings sunlight to her face. And, needing something to keep her calm, she reaches out for Gideon's hand, intent on squeezing it to death. And no, she hasn't yet let go of Tira, either.

It's a Red Dawn for the wings of the flaming messager as the heated surface stirs with a sunrise's life upon the burning sands. As much as the flames have touched it still leaves not a burn mark upon the surface which moves with a growing intensity, the one trapped so long within struggling now to be with-out.

Vicious and Unforgiving Storm Egg shifts as a crack appears down its side.

Gideon allows his hand to be taken. And squeezed, as he stands there like an increasingly lean, white tree in the midst of all this color which springs to life as if it were all leaves falling to the ground during the dying of seasons and coming of winter. He looks upon the Temple egg, his interest piqued as it begins to hatch. He never did get the chance to touch that one, he considers, as his hand is squeezed --good grip, Naya-- by his fellow candidate. And of course, the Death Star Egg captures his attention again. He watches them all, simply waiting.

Feathers flare upon the flaming shell. A passionate heat which flares in solar cracks upon the surface. The precious package soon to be delivered, heated shell as though its From Russia With Love to the white robed ones who have gathered to sign for its contents.

Yherukim's jaw works a bit as the trio of dragons so suddenly choose. Among them, oh "mel.." he shakes his head. Happy for the pairings he shifts a few feet to the side, closign up the gap around him as hatchlings have chosen and bringing him closer to several others, comfort in numbers. Eyes catch the flaming messanger, it moved!

Ailyn watches the three hatchlings find their mates, and calls to the one she knows better than the other two, "Congratulations, Melikar!" She smiles, but part of her seems a bit regretful. As people and hatchlings move away from the others, she begins to move toward the group that is left slowly. As the Wings of the Flaming Messenger egg shakes, she stares at it, her eyes darting to other eggs momentarily but her attention grasped by the first.

Saedoc hops from one foot to the other, clapping and cheering for all the new Impressions he happens to see, or names he's heard called. Eyes go back to the eggs for a moment, but they aren't nearly as exciting as the wandering hatchlings.

Some helpless candidate scribbles the release forms and shards go flying from the once whole flaming messanger egg. The Messanger has arrived in the form of the Mystical Milky Cloud White Hatchling which lands upon all fours away from the remnants of its egg.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Mystical Milky Cloud White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Opalescent milky clouds cloak smooth hide as a new little one oozes from the confines of its shell. The color of its hide is pale and stark, a crisp, pale contrast to the sea of color around it. Its hide is so much more than a blank page. Irridescence colors the muscles. Undulating seas of glittery red, green, blue, brown, bronze, gold and silver swell and ebb across polished and chisled muscles with every small movement. What color will it be? That is the main question that plagues the mind of onlookers. When it seems that one color may be chosen in lou of the others, the hide shifts once more, the sea calms, and the color is lost forever under the shimmery white. It's more mystical than real, every scale colored in a mystical sheen. Yellow-tinged cat eyes blink in silence. The hunt has begun. <Desc'd by Trista>
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Temple of Doom Egg twists about as if a furious battle is ensuing inside of the Temple, guns blazing.. men chanting..and a certain beat.. something like ba ba bum bum, ba ba bum, ba ba bum bum ba ba ba ba bum..

Vicious and Unforgiving Storm Egg cracks wide open and out stumbles Refreshing Spring Shower Hatchling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Refreshing Spring Shower Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The barest hint of kingfisher blue drips over a hind of billowing blank clouds, smudging the stark cloudscape to highlight the hatchling's lithe form. Watery hints of mercurial silver reach in a fleecy lace, bejeweled by opal eyes set deep within the chiaroscuro patternings that stretch back, like a mask that covers only the eyes, yet continues past to make do with veiling the neck. Tea stains under the thin muzzle, spreading over creamy jaw before escaping down the silver-lined neck to pool over delicately strong wing-muscles. Chalked wingspars are entwined by veins of life, frosty tendrils weaving around the long lengths before blooming into a delicate porcelain membrane, spiced by fragrant rose that reaches towards frostbitten wingtips. Daisy white extends over the short tail, dusted by a rich, powdery blue that is in turn echoed over the delicate arch of the dragon's back, seeping like a droplet of spring-time dew down the 'ridges, completed with a clouded spectral pool of faint beryl. <Desc'd by Kai'a>
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M'ik, as Melikar is now called, leads his Kayku over to to where he may be able to feed him. K'ndra draws a distant smile, as food... oh yes, food is important now, and so he'll feed slowly but surely. Must chew before you swallow, and all that. Between chunks of meat, though, he can not help but look back to watch the proceedings... as thrilling (and unbelievable) as this is, he can not quite stop watching his friends, to see what shall happen. Riana draws a smile, just as distant as the first, and the others are pretty much ignored. He can only think about so much. Okay. I'm quiet now. Go Candies!

Mystical Milky Cloud White Hatchling shaking itself free of the remnants of its prison it begins walking confidenlty from the shell towards the line of candidates, carefully lookingat each and pausing for just a moment at Gideon before continuing on and stoping at Yherukim...

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Mystical Milky Cloud White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Divinity's Inferno Nova Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No words that can best describe this fiery hatchling. His light, streamline body is covered with the most amazing red coloring. The deepest, richest, almost perfect red, covers his entire body. When the scales themselves shift in the light, they glitter with the ever-changing colors of yellow and orange. This in effect gives this little fellow the appearance that his scales are a blaze with an inner fire. Even his neck's ridges are a flame
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Sudden blackness and intoxication invade all of your senses. There is nothing, no sound from the rest of the cavern, no other noise or motion. Your eyes stop seeing, you only feel. You feel giddy, a buzzing feeling of sorts. << I am Metaku and you are mine. Together we shall get work done together, or maybe not, but for now, I am hungry. >> Your senses return to you in a sudden rush.

Star of Death Egg spins about on it's axis and falls to one side. Striations appear and soon widen into a multitude of small cracks as the hatchling struggles for freedom.

Refreshing Spring Shower Hatchling sits amongst it's shards, watching, waiting. Head shakes first, then snakes around to look at the other parts of it's body. First the left wing spreads out and flaps, shards and goo flying away. Once the left wing is taken care of, the right wing follows suit, then the tail.

Senaya will just have to be forgiven by the newest of the white hatchlings to spill upon the sands. She's just too moved by the fortune of her friend to turn and watch after each of them. So she misses the sprinkle of Spring Showers' breaking shell, only in time to note the lovely hatchling after the storm egg is gone. "Did you see, Gideon?" Back to the man at her right does she look, glancing quickly to his features. Her fingers clasp his more tightly, and tug him closer to her side, if he would narrow some of the armslength distance between them. And Tira, she just slides her arm lower, relinquishing the woman's shoulders for her waist, needing teh shift in posture to alleviate some of her own stiffness. There is.. some new element in her expression as she refocuses her attention in full on the sands and those which are birthed thereupon.
<OOC> Dani'yah says, "Btw, there is more to the red that just Impressed. :) It'll be @emitted in a moment."

The Empire Strikes Back, lights cutting across the star of death's surface and creating cracks and sizzling fissures which strain to hold the surface together and hide the flaws within the canyons along its circumference.

No words that can best describe this fiery hatchling. His light, streamline body is covered with the most amazing red coloring. The deepest, richest, almost perfect red, covers his entire body. When the scales themselves shift in the light, they glitter with the ever-changing colors of yellow and orange. This in effect gives this little fellow the appearance that his scales are a blaze with an inner fire. Even his neck's ridges are a flame; it's as if those ridges are the sole escape for the inferno within. With all that red, his wings are an amazing feature. As he spreads them, you realize that they are almost completely white. A very dramatic difference from the radiant fiery reds of this fellow's body. Upon closer inspection a tint of pink that splotches the white wings in a pattern that give a vague impression of a feathered look. For all his intimidating looks and coloring, his eyes are what show the true character of this red. They seem to droop rather lazily, giving him a rather tired look. In a way this too can be deceiving, but looking into those golden eyes one can see that special glimmer of worldly humor.

Tira clings onto Senaya, a rock in this sea of breaking eggs and hatchlings. If she doesn't look at them, burying her head into Senaya's shoulders she can't make eye contact and they can't bond her. Yeah yeah..that'll work.

He doesn't hear her. Nope..Gideon's eyes are on the Death Star Egg, as the thing begins to move with a life within. He licks his lips self-consciously only now showing the vaguest hints of nervousness, but...only that. A hint. His eyes are focussed upon it, and he finds his hands again, clasping them behind himself in almost businessline manner.

Yherukim watches, wobblng no hatching no coming towards him. Eyes widen as he prepares to bolt, soemone behind him right...only... those eyes. Whatever else is happening this now fledglings doesn't realize it as he just stares at the red, his red "Oh...Metaku!" so perfect Yh'u remebers to breath, after a minute, or two and senses return in a rush which flushes his cheeks most merrily. "Metaku!"

What you think you can fit a whole trilogy into a single shell. Nice try, this certainly is no Return of the Jedi, more like a first release as the Icy Winter Rose Hatchling slips out and away from the remnants of the Star of Death egg. Yes, it IS really gone this time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Icy Winter Rose Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's as if the icy grip of winter hasn't quite let go of this small creature, holding tightly to the hatchling as it does, keeping form intertly colorless within the large hands of its hold. Yet it seems that Father Winter must've missed a few spots upon an otherwise purely alabaster form, feet were brushed by Mother Nature's delicate, leafy touch. Bringing life shining through the blizzard of ivory flakes requires a hidden flame, ensconced within the dying embers of a fire. Like a bud awakening from a frigid winter, the pink hues of a rose appear to mar the icy milkiness with a warm, sweet touch, the barest caress of color. Up and up it creeps, a vine stretching further and further up the alabaster skin to stake a claim upon the young dragon's hide. The first flower can only do so much in the deathly cold frigid winds of high winter, however, and so the delicate beauty of the bloom is overtaken and engulfed by the frosty mouth of winter. Forever frozen the roseate color will be, tainting the ashen feet of the hatchling with its graceful glow with the sweet promise of color and life yet to come, the promise of a bountiful spring to follow the storm. <Desc'd by Kai'a>
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Refreshing Spring Shower Hatchling rises from the remenants of it's shards. A soft croon given to the parents before it continues moving on, snuffling a candidate here and there, working to find the one that is just right.

Temple of Doom Egg 's slide splits.. Oh no! The Temple is Falling Apart! The crack widens before the egg just stops..

K'ndra walks over to the newly impressed pair, "Yh'u this way for food for Metaku. He's a handsome one at that.

Saedoc puffs softly, blinking a few times. Tired from the heat, and the rush of excitement, he rubs his eyes, still watching the hatchlings with an intensity that's renewed each time one slips forth from it's egg.

K'ndra moves over to the area with the others and checkes their progress while there before returning to her spot.

Ailyn watches the next hatchling bond, and calls congratulations to Yherukim, or, that is, Yh'u, then looks at the other hatchlings, the newly hatched one, then the one that is coming down the row of candidates. She smiles at that one's snuffling, then turns back to the eggs to see if any more have cracked.

Riana continues to feed Aureliku the last few bite of meat she'll take and then she rests her hand on her sleepy lifemate's neck, turing to look at the rest of the candidates she's been with for the last few months, to see who will impress the remaining dragons.

Senaya's hand is freed, and she runs it, palm along the fabric, against the outside of her leg, managing a "Congratulations, Yherukim!" for the fellow candidate that's probably in the process already of changing his name. Terse smile overtakes her features then, and she plucks at the throat of her robe as if that vague effort might help release her from the bondage of the heat. Her obisidian dark eyes move to from egg to egg, keeping track of those she knows are favored by her remaining friends as the number of shells begin to noticeably dwindle.

Yh'u lokos dazed, reachign out he rubs the reds eyeridge. "Food..." uh yes... "this way" and follows after K'ndra towards the other fledgligns and the meat.

Tira jumps at the hatchlings too close. "Naya," she grips Senaya's arm a little harder than necessary. She can't help it. She doesn't want to be here. What was she thinking accepting Taishall's offer of candidacy?

With a triumphant cry the Refreshing Spring Shower Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stretched Nylon Tea-Brown Meteor Arashill ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A rather extraordinary brown hatchling. Like nothing else seen before his hide is a curious configuration. He appears wrapped up in crisscrossing of Tea Brown threads. The threads however are so close together that from afar he appears solid, close up each is individually revealed and depending what part of him you see, form patterns in diamonds or square type shapes. He is wrapped so many times that the extremely thin threads create the solid, silky, resiliant, and heathy hide. Sapphire eyes seem out of place as he turns his head and blinks slowly up at his chosen. Wings shake, the sails spreading outwards, a single layer, threads woven between veins and over bones, hinted with several dark greenish stains.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.

Temple of Doom Egg cracks wide open and out stumbles Dancing Popcorn Hatchling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Dancing Popcorn Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Very, very small even among the other white dragons, this white could be among the smallest hatchlings ever. The hide is a pale white and in someplaces lacking the bright luster of many of its siblings. This dragon can fade into the crowd as much as any dragon can, the size and color making it rather unnoticeable. Despite its small size, or perhaps because of it, the hatchling seems to have less difficulty moving on the ground than other hatchlings. A section of violet hue shadows the hide of silky prefernce, down a slim neck and trim shoulders and sleek forelimbs. Curved, ebony-hinted talons slip out from tansparent sheaths, a golden line hidden beneath each. Smooth flanks are stripped in ivory, broadening over wide haunches. A short tail gleams in grey riches, broad head is held proud and eyes gleam in ambition. Wing-sails of nearly transparent splendor stretch quite gracefully from its sides, touched with the hints of pinks, greys, and ivory. <Desc'd by Miri>
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C'ssandra leads Arashill off to the side. "Yes, my handsome. We will get you some food now. She had taken notes as to where people went after Impression.

Icy Winter Rose Hatchling looks about scanning the sands with sapphire eyes so dark as to be nearly black. absolutely no expression shows on this hatchlings face. It might be carved from stone.
Dancing Popcorn Hatchling zooooooms out of it's egg, dancing over the shattered egg fragments and assorted goo and makes it's way to freedom... yes freeeeeeedo... oh wait.. that's not right... It pauses upon seeing a row of white things... Enemies? Friends? It pauses to curiously sniff out at one candidate... before bouncing past him.. FREE!

Flashingly Reflective Futuristic Egg wobbles about on its end.

The dancing flames of the candelabra upon the shell's deathly white surface flicker with motion as life quivers within the hardened ovoid and the illusional hole upon the candle lit egg is soon to give a clearer picture of what lies beneath.

Icy Winter Rose Hatchling approaches the candidates, looking at each. Most are passed by.

Flashingly Reflective Futuristic Egg shifts as a crack appears down its side.

Senaya's voice is low, pitched to attract as little attention as possible as she reaches out with free hand to gently loosen the grip of death that her friend has gotten on her arm. "It's going to be all right. This is.. it's a miracle. Stand up and look, Tira, it might the only chance we ever get to see such a thing." Oh yes, she seems the pillar of strength, but if one got really close, they could see that she is shaking, and the first, faint flickers of doubt have come to touch the eyes she darts from remaining egg to wandering hatchling, and back to remaining egg.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Icy Winter Rose Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Broodingly Icy Meteor Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A rich brown dragon stands before you. His hide resembles the thick, sodden ground in the deep woods. It's almost black, it's so dark. However, if you are in the right lighting, you can see swirls of different shades of dark and creamy sienna upon his hide. His jeweled eyes watch you with calculating measure. Strong mussles of swirling coffee mixed with milk layer themselves upon his lean frame, and his wings look like strong taunt bronze wires, emerging from the soft hide. His low-set eyeridges make him appear to always be scowling, the darkness on his wedge-shaped head so dark it appears as if he's wearing a black mask of sorts.
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Gideon tongues the inside of his cheek, lips parted just so as he considers the hatchlings. He's sweating...but from the heat, rather than any real nerves. It's bloody hot in here, and he feels it. Sweat runs down his temples, for his short, spiked hair doesn't do a great deal of good in stopping the moisture "Hello, Davall. A pleasure to meet you."

Flashingly Reflective Futuristic Egg cracks wide open and out stumbles Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As this hatchling comes from it's shell, it pauses to look around, the crystal clarity of it's white hide so pristine that for a moment it appears to be see through. That clarity though is just a mirage that adds to the drama of it's hatching. Faint scintillating flickers crisscross it's hide, leaving one with an almost afterimage of white upon white. The flickers are caused by a tracery of blue-white lines that flare along the sides and top of its body, lending mass, or an appearance of mass to the hatchling. Each shift of the hatchling's body sends up a flare of crystalline light into the eyes of the viewers and fledgling hopefuls alike. <Desc'd by T'lon>
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Indeed life has come to the deathly white egg. It's quite a titanic happening as suddenly a large crack splits down the side, as though something has just struck the candle lit shell a fatal blow.

K'ndra walks over to the newest pair. "This way to food for Davall, Gideon." she heads over to the area with the others. Once Gideon and Davall are settled she returns to her place.
The large crack works its way down the shell until with a sudden push from within it is just blown away! The halves fall to either side leaving a translucent dewdrop white hatchling blinking in its wake.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Translucent Dewdrop White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Perfect in form is this diminutive hatchling, each coil of sinew and muscle flowing sleek and yet sturdy into the next to define a pleasant and gracious whole. There is a lucid quality to its coloring that leaves the impression that this tiny creature has been crafted from glass by the hands of the greatest master, and then infused with a mist of palest cream and mingled alabaster to give it life and breath together. That veil of fog shifts over scales and flesh ever so subtly, playing in a pale melange of barely-glimpsed pastels with each of the creature's self-conscious movements and gestures. Its own depthless eyes, carved of limpid aquamarines, are innocently snared by the happenstance unfurling of elegantly-caparisoned wings. Glimmering droplets of translucent crystal refract the shimmer of light, charmed scales bedewing the rise of fine bones and supporting spars, then pooling along sheer sails in a film of brightness. These watery beads eventually trickle off delicate edges to splatter upon its forequarters and runnel along its two front legs. The glitter of liquid dampens its claws, and trails a web-work pattern along the wedge of its head and the lowest ridges which flow into its tail. <Desc'd by Senaya>
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With a triumphant cry the Dancing Popcorn Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Knave of Hearts Nova Kosatku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A reiver of love, the magnificent view of this rogueish red is like to steal your soul alonw with your heart. He is a handsome fiery fellow deep into the coppery reds of firelight. His ruddy scales reflect all light with the luminous brillance that only metal normally carries, yet his warmth and strength shine brighter. The scorching rays lick off him in a steathly theif of sight before the larger larceny of love sneaks past gated hearts. Only one note mars the ruddy red perfection. An image liken to a bolt of green lightning sears a path down his left rear leg right to the talons all painted ebony.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.

Senaya had just begun to refocus herself, daring to look upon that single egg she'd never gotten a chance to touch, the one whose illusory hole had drawn more than her own attention and wonder. She nearly misses the next of the miraculous moments, only the play of motion at the edges of her gaze bringing it back to focus on Gideon.. and Davall. For the second time this day her eyes are liquid with emotion and with tears she still does not shed -- unwilling to offer them up to the drying heat of the sands as she stares, awed, at Gideon. "Congratulations." It's a whisper, the look of joy on his behalf tempered now with something else. An insidiously-creeping thing that touches her face with.. fear as she's left alone with Tira. Oh, how she hugs that girl close.

Torn and Faded Glory Egg wobbles about on its end.

Gideon moves off to one corner of the sands and feeds D'vall.

Err..Davall.

Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling shakes itself and squaks in an indiginified way. How dare they trap it in there like that. It continues to chir and creel it's unhappiness as it shakes the goo off it's body. Then it catches movement..Ack! It ducks from the white things. So many.. Hmmmm. Curious. It squaks at the white things. Friend or Foe?

Serifina happens to be the one singled out this time. her cry is as joyous as the small red who looks upon her. "Kosatku" Siina chimes "Yes, forever!"

Tira stays close to Senaya, not out of the same feelings as Senaya. She's quite happy to be left alone by those wrinkled white things as they hatch from the shell. "Not Gideon too!" She bemoans his leaving to join those who now have those bondmates.

Lazy Black and White Egg wobbles about on its end.

Translucent Dewdrop White Hatchling blinks, looking around. All the shards of the hatchlings that have come before it, poking and prodding at different parts of it's body. The hatchling creels, unhappy about the feeling. It moves, tail flicking a large shell piece that lands in front of a couple of female candidates. The hatchling doesn't pay much attention to where it lands however.
Torn and Faded Glory Egg shifts as a crack appears down its side.

"Gideon, congratulations!" Ailyn calls, and then her eyes turn to the two newly hatched white dragonets. Her gaze flicks over the other eggs for a moment, then she congratulates Siina, though she is probably not heard. Her attention flicks quickly back to the hatchlings that move about the hot sands.

Senaya can't quite manage the chipper smile this time, it's a replaying of events for her, and she holds tight to Tira as if fearing she'll be claimed just as everyone else she cares for has been. "It's wonderful, Tira. Look at them all." But there are not many left, and this is ever so familiar. Around the sands does her shadowy gaze go, sweeping from side to side and landing upon the dewdrop hatchling to trail the runnelled paths of crystalline water along its form. She'd nearly missed the bursting from its shell, the one she'd been watching all along. No deep breathing from the tall candidate now, no.. she's holding her breath and forgets entirely, for the moment, about air or its need by her body.

Torn and Faded Glory Egg cracks wide open and out stumbles Spun-Sugar Fantasy White Hatchling.

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Each diminutive scale of this sensuously-designed hatchling has been honed and polished to a burnished hue of white that attracts the caressing of light before reflecting it back in a wraith-like halo of pastels. It knows its exquisite proportions. Even new-hatched from its shell it chooses to slink in alluring fashion across the sands in search of admiration as much the one that will make it complete. That, of course, is all that this alabaster beauty is missing, its misty amethyst eyes flickering with the shadows of hidden knowledge or of something too elusive to be fathomed with just a glance. Delicate, colorless traceries etch and line themselves in an unending pattern of woven and spiraling brightness that trails across its sides and along its back, caking up as it sweeps to glitter upon the elegant curve of a neck and the pristine angles of dainty ridges. Breathtakingly graceful sails are extended for show, the fledgling shivering diaphanous sails so that the grainy, sugar-like sparkle that coats the translucent hide along its spars seems spun, for a moment, of sweetness and air. A husky sound accompanies the extension of its talons, coppery-rose in hue, shades that are nearly reflected in the spade of its tail. <Desc'd by Taeryn>
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Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling watches those white things suspiciously. Hmmm. Finally it low crawls forward it's on a hunt. It needs an allie. Who can it be... Hmmmm. It sniffs at robed things as it passes.

Tira shakes from fright. She can't help it. "No... I don't want to look at them." She's seen it. If you make eye contact it might come near you and try to bond to you. Can't have that. She stays close to Senaya. "don't look. Don't look." She shakes her head, blond ponytail flying.

Translucent Dewdrop White Hatchling continues wandering across the sands, creeling. Oh, very unhappy as more shards jab at the underbody. Eventually the hatchling realizes that perhaps it should lift the backside up a little higher and does so, creeling drops off drastically at that point.

Lazy Black and White Egg shifts as a crack appears down its side.

B'dyn stands there, seemingly very proud.

Spun-Sugar Fantasy White Hatchling sits there a moment and watches............suddenly it is a streak of white as is moves across the sand.

Translucent Dewdrop White Hatchling moves a bit more carefully. Wanderinga round the candidates that remain, it looks up into faces. Searching, wondering where that special '1' is. It was found before, it knows it.

Senaya is going to make the best of this she is. There is a visible moment in which the young lady gets a grip on herself and shakes some sense back into her person. "There, look at that one Tira -- it finally figured out that it needed to lift itself up." Oh yes, it's tremulous, but the faint smile has returned to her lips as she points off toward the water-bedewed hatchling she'd been watching, distracted after a moment by the zipping form of the spun-sugar dragonet as it apparently finds just what it wants.

Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling finally bumps it's nose into a large foot. Hmm what's this? Smell's safe. It licks the foot. Tastes safe. It finally looks up at a rather burly manly guy.. Oooo! Okay.. I think your safe.

Lazy Black and White Egg cracks wide open and out stumbles Got Milk Hatchling.

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Upon the sands this one stands firm and yet seems so fluid. Scaled hide moves like a ripple within a shallow pond, fluid and liquidy graceful. This one, so milky white is udderly confident in strides evenly taken. Movements seem not so much as the jerky awkward renditions of its clutchmates but instead a graceful dance which plays and slowly flows outwards from the remains of its egg. The milky color is broken only by the padparadscha color of the hatchlings eyes. Lids blink slowly, tounge licking out over its narrow muzzle and to any whom the heat of the sands have drained this one would seems a refreshing sight to behold. Though as much as one may look upon it, the milky ripple of hide is torturously always just out of reach. <Desc'd by S'ym>
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With a triumphant cry the Spun-Sugar Fantasy White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ruler of Darkness Nova Sengoku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sinister shifting of this darkling lord combine with a hide so dark in color determination between bronze and red seems impossible. Only size shows the fiercesome shadow creature lurking along the edge of sight, to be a dried blood red, though larger then your average. His hide is grimed with hints of bronze slipping through the red, as if the heat had baked a perminent dirt into his sides. An occasional scale might reflect a flash of ruby, as any good red should, but the flickers lack the shine of true conviction. Yet two spots of brillant scarlet can be found, a ringlet crowning his slender head and a thumb print image on his ring wingsail, as if some caprious person had cleaned the dried blood away to expose the glowing under coat.
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With a triumphant cry it seems that the Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Juicy Granny Smith Apple Green Comet Satsuku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bouncing to her chosen is this spunky little green. Hide is a dripping color, the juice of one very overripe granny smith apple slips over her hide, and pools into the things she calls wingsails. They are flapped readily enough and although you may expect to be showered by tiny wet droplets nothing actually emerges. It's completely illusion. She doesn't care much however moving her slender frame with much agility. Chunks of the apple skin patch her body too, floating on top of the rich sweet juices. One section just at the end of her back appears slightly bruised. The pale brown quite an apparent spot on her hide.
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Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling wobbles towards and croons softly.

Got Milk Hatchling moves with fluid-like motion, quickly away from it's shards, moving to stand up on an egg that has not yet hatched or cracked. Surveying it's options, it waits.
Ch'ley beams proudly at his red dragon, "Yes Sengoku, food is over there" and he points to the other dragons and their new lifemates. They follow the Fledgling Master

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Translucent Dewdrop White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Extra Buttered Hot Popcorn Solar Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The perfect form of this lovely young thing is the lightest shade of yellow, as if butter had been drizzled over hot popcorn. Each coil of sinew and muscle seem to be the deep golden of melted butter with just a hint of the white foamy stuff that you get when you pour it. The other parts are so light they appear to be white, while some are so dark, you would almost have to swear it was husks of the kernels of corn that were stuck to pieces that had popped. There are some black spots as well, where the popped corn has burnt a little bit. Overall, her hide looks simply good enough to eat. The only thing marring her hide at all is the black lines on her neck. They seem to corkscrew around it, causing it to look as if it has been twisted up and pulled out. In fact, her neck does seem to be a little longer than average, compared to her body and size.
Terence.. Or should we say T'nce blink. "Oh! Satsuku! Yes.. I'll keep you safe." He says in an already baratone voice. "Uh.." He looks around at all the other. "Guess that secert is out." He murmurs as he helps the green off to the sidelines.
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Terence.. Or should we say T'nce blink. "Oh! Satsuku! Yes.. I'll keep you safe." He says in an already baratone voice. "Uh.." He looks around at all the other. "Guess that secert is out." He murmurs as he helps the green off to the sidelines.

Dreamy Crystalline Glass Egg seems to shimmer slightly you think, or did it? Did it move? Or was it just a play of the lights in the cavern?

Riana blinks and her eyes open wide as she stares at Senaya, "Oh my Senaya!"

Senaya's arm drops, abruptly. Her other falls slowly away from Tira, lending a gentle push to get her friend to support herself. The world has stopped. It has all gone away save for something very, very extraordinary to judge by the shell-shocked look that has taken over the candidate's face. Her lips are parted in awe and her fingers are more than just trembling now, they are shaking so hard that even people in the galleries will be able to see them. And all that ceases as they come into contact with scales of buttered gold, for with that contact she is calmed. "Keiniku," is whispered, then spoken louder, "Beloved." The tears of previous moments spill at last, freed by the breaking of a dam of emotion as the lady starts a shaky laugh and moves nearer to gaze adoringly into eyes that now own hers.

B'dyn blinks a few times.. "A gold!" He laughs loudly "And to Senaya!!" He moves to hug Dani and Ryse tightly, nearly lifting them both off of the ground

Dreamy Crystalline Glass Egg suddenly crunches, as cracks mar the beauty of the shell itself as the beast inside tries to free itself.

Got Milk Hatchling suddenly leaps up as the egg it sits on moves! Landing on the sands nimbly next to it, it nearly squaks at the egg, as if to say "So there!" because it didn't knock it off. Well, however, it's down on it's own now. It gives one last look at the egg as it moves on it's way. The dwindling numbers of candidates left, making it have to search through less for the one it wants. It finds a young lad with some girls crowded around him. It ponders the fate of which one will be it's chosen.

Tira blinks. Tears fill her eyes. Senaya got the gold! She's not sad about not getting it. No she's sad because now who is going to save her from these hatchlings? Senaya's been brainwashed! "Senaya!" Her cry of despair is probably the closest she can get to a congratulations.

Dani'yah cheers, she hugs B'dyn back and snugs Rys as well. "Congrats to the four of you." she says to both the dragons and the riders.

With a triumphant cry the Got Milk Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mixed Up Patchy Nebula Futayaku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thin and kinda gangly, that is the two words to describe the first impression of this blue dragon. His legs and body seem too thin, while his wings look way to big. His hide is rather a curiosity. There is not set base shade of blue, but a mix of two. A dark menacing shade and a paler and cheery coloring. The two colors clash across his hide in a dance for dominance, splashed on like paint against a canvas. In fact, when you look at it, he looks like a blue cow. His wedge shape head is rather flattened on top almost primitive looking in away. The ridges of his eyes are rather prominent adding to that already primitive look. His head is mostly the pale shade, though one eye in particular has a splash of the darker blue.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.

Rys'hana squeels a bit at the Gold. "Gold! Senaya!" She hugs the other two. "Bassku had her Gold!"

Dreamy Crystalline Glass Egg explodes into thousands of pieces. A shower of prismatic color fills the air around the white beast that has been deposited into the warmth and view.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Melted Vanilla Ripple White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There is a noticeably rippled quality to the appearance of this pale white hatchling. Beneath the definitive waves of this liquid pattern, its hide has the clearest translucence of pallid whey, and yet atop this alabaster base drip thickened runnels of saffron-touched ivory. Scales have been tinted through all the shades of vanilla, then melted to glaze the frame of this masterful creature with tempting globs and clumps of cream. They cling in molten fashion to the graceful points of neck ridges, spilling down to ooze across a broad breast made sturdy by a widened conformation. Stalwart legs support its form, thickened tail held just the tiniest bit from off the ground as it folds and shakes and refolds its wings over and again. Heat has reached them, rendering frosty scoops of icy confection into a series of whitewatered strokes across the taut grace of these sails, and peppering hints of spare color along the lines drawn by bone beneath the skin. Eyes of darkling topaz, almost a chocolatty hue to offset the sweetness of vanilla, are nearly innocent as it tromps about, talons flickering coppery-emerald. <Desc'd by Taeryn>
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As she finally begins to notice the beads of sweat the heat of the sands have made upon her brow, Ailyn wipes them away, and goes back to wringing her robe nervously as she shifts from foot to foot. Then she gasps. "Senaya! Congratulations!" She stares at the gold for a moment, then turns back to the remaining white hatchlings.

M'ik's watching has not been in vain, then, and his positive delight is shown on his face, positively glowing. "Naya!" he calls out, Kayku allowing him to be freed from feeding for just an instant to congratulate this dearest of friends. "Oh Naya... she's gorgeous." As they'd said, together or nothing... And it's come true now, and all's the way it should be. Perfect, too, Naya with a gold... Absolutely perfect. Now he can be... um... perfectly happy as he feeds his Kayku, and without divided attention to be sure he would catch it if Naya impressed. For now she has. Perfect. Everything's just perfect. Queen Keiniku, eh? Whee!

Sc'tt bands down. "Yes, Futayaku. I am yours. And yes, I will feed you now. Let's go" and he heads off with his blue and the assistant fledglingmaster.

Serena, the oh-so-quiet-one continues standing with some of the others on the sands. She moves over a bit, cheering Naya on when she Impresses the newest Queen to the Aerie.
Set.

Melted Vanilla Ripple White Hatchling pulls itself out of goo and shakes. Oh dear, I'm a mess it seems to express in a little sigh. It sits on it's haunches and gazes out at the sea of white. There is something important there.. it knows it. Well, no sense dilly dallying. It begins it's search.

K'ndra walks over to the new gold pair "Lovely gold there Naya. Follow me and we'll get her some food." She leads the way over to the other fledgelings and waits a bit to be sure Naya and her lifemte are settled.

Tira stays back away from the last hatchlings. She has lost Senaya as a shield. Naya now. She streaks across the sands, quick, dodging egg bits until she finds B'dyn and clings to his arm. "Get me away from here." She looks up at the brownrider clinging to him. "Please.."

Melted Vanilla Ripple White Hatchling makes it's way down the line of white.. When it hears a cheer as it's golden sibling impresses. It creals loud and happily and trots for the candidate.. It unfortunatly trips on a wing and lands nose first agaisnt a foot. Serena's Foot!

Naya doesn't really miss all the congratulations, they are stored in her subconscious, commune with Keiniku consuming her outward attentions until K'ndra strikes over. "Thank you. She is hungry.." And with that, the pair, hand still resting upon tapered wedge, move off to join the others. The lady is beaming now, illuminating joy overtaking the cloudy trickle of tears that are drying on her cheeks.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Melted Vanilla Ripple White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ash Smudge Beauty Moon Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dulled by ashy smudges, this silver dragon is not much to look at first. She looks rather dull covered the coating of ashy gray coloring. The top of her ash colored wedge-shaped head is crowned by a soft golden color, it tumbles down her neck, fading before it touched her back. However, the yellow color continues onto her neck ridges. As you gaze upon her, something happens as she shifts in the light. This silver's scaled hide turns to a pure glittering beauty. She seems to sparkle like a flawless peice of sterling silver. She then flares her wing sails, and again shows that indeed there is beauty under the sooty coloring. The bright silver sails glitter just as flawlessly, leaving one breathless.
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Serena stops, a soft shiver as her expression blanks. She looks down at the hatchling that has fallen at her feet. Her eyes unfocus slightly as she says. "Yes, you are. You are my Daniell. And I am your S'na."


Dani'yah smiles as the last of the new hatchlings find their bondmates. She says to Rys and B'dyn. "If you'll excuse me, I need to speak with those that didn't Impress this time around."
B'dyn tugs a little at Tira and sighs.. "Just a moment dear... just a moment." He offers to Tira..

K'ndra leads S'na and Daniell to the side with the other fledgelings

Dani'yah motions for those that didn't Impress to join hear off near the entrance of the Sands.

With a triumphant cry the Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Juicy Granny Smith Apple Green  Comet Satsuku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bouncing to her chosen is this spunky little green. Hide is a dripping color, the juice of one very overripe granny smith apple slips over her hide, and pools into the things she calls wingsails. They are flapped readily enough and although you may expect to be showered by tiny wet droplets nothing actually emerges. It's completely illusion. She doesn't care much however moving her slender frame with much agility. Chunks of the apple skin patch her body too, floating on top of the rich sweet juices. One section just at the end of her back appears slightly bruised. The pale brown quite an apparent spot on her hide.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.

K'ndra smiles "Follow me gang" and she leads the way to the barracks