SeaMist's Hatching 08/08/03

08/08/2003

Hatching Sands - SeaMist Aerie

As you step on to the heated black sands of the Hatching Grounds of SeaMist 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 Aerie, 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.

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Eggs:

1. Open Grassy Fields Egg 2. Silly Little Scribble Egg

3. Sunset's Fire Egg 4. Jungle Egg

5. Feeling Bad Egg 6. Rain Covered Flowers Egg

7. Glittering Icicle Egg 8. Gardening At Night Egg

Dragons: Luuku, Crythaill

Candidates:

Riders: M'thye

Other:

In the Galleries, K'yn heads in from the Tunnel to the Hatching Sands - SeaMist Aerie.

In the Galleries, K'yn has arrived.

In the Galleries, M'rix walks in from the Tunnel to the Hatching Sands - SeaMist Aerie.

In the Galleries, M'rix has arrived.

In the Galleries, Aika walks in from the Tunnel to the Hatching Sands - SeaMist Aerie.

In the Galleries, Aika has arrived.

In the Galleries, M'rix comes in with Aika and his arm in hooked in with hers. He looks around and spots a seat down front, "How are those?" He points to them.

Fian tilts her head, suddenly watching the sands a bit more closely, before calling M'thye over to look at the eggs as well. "I think, that they are ready."

In the Galleries, Aika walks up into the galleries quietly, a somewhat blank expression seems to stay on her face as she's not really focused in on what's happening but more so on her bondmate who is on the sands a distance away from Crythaill and Immoku's clutches.

<CH-All> Of Light and Darkness Luuku suddenly speaks up a croon in his voice, he's 'singing' his announcement tone joyful <<It's time! The eggs are ready! Soon hatchlings will appear!>>

Fian moves to stand a trifle closer to her bond, glancing toward the aerie's lord and then watching as another egg rocks. "Seems we may be hatching even before the candidates."

In the Galleries, Anya heads in from the Tunnel to the Hatching Sands - SeaMist Aerie.

In the Galleries, Anya has arrived.

M'thye nods and looks about the sands "Yes it does." he's been lounging partially asleep you see though Luuku's call woke him up quite quickly he stands and moves to stand beside Fian watching the egg rock with interest. A grin appears "I'd bet you it bursts forth before the candidates but well my luck always has me losing." he chuckles

In the Galleries, M'rix helps Aika over to a seat and helps her sit down, "How's that? Comfortable enough?"

In the Galleries, Aika looks to M'rix and nods quietly, as she takes his offer to help her sit. Her eyes aren't really focused on the sands much as she takes advantage of M'rix to lean her head on him.

In the Galleries, M'rix puts his arm around Aika and holds her closely. He rubs her arm, "its okay Aika."

M'thye watches as another egg rocks he glances towards Luuku whom is watching the entrance expectantly brown rumbles an assurance to gold turning his head to glance at her. Mes simply smiles slightly watching brown as he moves to stand near Crythaill with a soft rumble and nuzzle

In the Galleries, Brennan meanders in from the Tunnel to the Hatching Sands - SeaMist Aerie.

In the Galleries, Brennan has arrived.

In the Galleries, Aika gives a sigh as she looks at M'rix. "I know..." She snuggles up close to M'rix for a bit of comfort.

In the Galleries, Anya wanders up into the galleries, quickly finding a seat. Her sister and M'rix go unnoticed, her focus on the sands. She hasn't been to one of /these/ since...well, since Sylaeku hatched.

Fian gets a bit fidgety, still watch the sands herself for a long moment and then turning up to eye the galleries and all of the candidate's families resting there.

M'thye looks upwards then turns to Luuku "see what's holding them up?" he asks of the brown as another egg rocks on the sand. He too seems to be growing a bit fidgety as well, where -are- those candidates

In the Galleries, M'rix continues to hug Aika close and continues to rub her arm as he watches the sands.

K'ndra wanders in from the Candidate Dorms - SeaMist Aerie.

K'ndra has arrived.

Kethelle meanders in from the Candidate Dorms - SeaMist Aerie.

Kethelle has arrived.

Alexander steps in from the Candidate Dorms - SeaMist Aerie.

Alexander has arrived.

Iopaire meanders in from the Candidate Dorms - SeaMist Aerie.

Iopaire has arrived.

Xanlei wanders in from the Candidate Dorms - SeaMist Aerie.

Xanlei has arrived.

Uilheim wanders in from the Candidate Dorms - SeaMist Aerie.

Uilheim has arrived.

K'ndra bows to Luuku and Crythaill as she enters the sands.

Yh'u wanders in from the Candidate Dorms - SeaMist Aerie.

Yh'u has arrived.

Kethelle steps onto the sands, bowing to Luuku and Crythaill before following the candidates before her, taking her place in the slowly forming group.

Xanlei makes her way into the sands looking nervous. She bows to Luuku and Crythaill and then to Fian and M'thye. She looks around and takes her place on the sands eyeing the eggs not sure how safe this whole thing is.

So still this egg has sat upon the sands. Even now the faint tremors that run across the surface don't seem real somehow. The sands brushed up against the egg slowly roll down the sides, that are honestly the only clue that the one within the Sunset's Fire Egg is trying to get out.

Luuku rumbles a greeting to the candidates and the FLM and AFLM as they enter. Mes offers the candidates a smile in response to their bows. He glances to brown and rubs his muzzle then glances to Fian "see I was wrong." he grins.

Iopaire edges onto the sands, her facial expressions a bit taut. A shaking bow is given to Luuku and Crythaill before the seamstress moves into the group.

Uilheim bows politely to both dam and sire, and their respective riders the takes up a section of sand for himself. He wrings his hands a bit but general tries to effect a smile to those who look at him.

Alexander steps down the line of candidates with a confident stride and a smile. He playfully nudges the candidate in front of him in the back before turning to make his bow to Crythaill and Luuku, as well as Fian and M'thye.

Rain Covered Flowers Egg shivers in the sand suddenly it rocks and sways even as candidates enter.

Xanlei swallows as she notices movement in an egg. Or does she. She peers at the eggs then gets tense as a second egg moves. Big eggs, big dragons. She makes sure to look around to see that she has room to move.

Kethelle watches the Sunset's Fire Egg in a slightly apprehensive manner, glancing around at the other Candidates before turning her attention back to the other eggs. And that other one! It moved.

Deeper tremors flow across the Sunset's Fire Egg. The tremors are such that they are instantly noticeable. The one inside is anxiously trying to get out. The egg falls still again, giving the impression of stillness once more.

Iopaire glances about for a familiar face that she knows before moving over towards Kethelle. Shifting with the feet is done as Io looks about her as the eggs rock.

Nomel arrives out on the sands, even later than the rest of the candidates and scrambles into position then, heaving a sigh of relief.

Xanlei watches from one moving egg to the other then glances around the sands. She takes a breath, thinks calm thoughts and straights her robes. This is fine, just stay out of their way. This will be /fine/.

Uilheim stands relatively still.. his hands are struggling to find some way to occupy themselves as he looks at the shuddering eggs.

Rain covered Flowers egg sways and ripples over the whole of the egg as if roiling and moving only to go still.

Kethelle notices Iopaire and gives the other girl a small smile. Familiar face. "Good luck, " she murmurs softly.

Alexander inches sideways in the sands until he's a little closer to those standing to his right. In this case, it happens to be Kethelle and Io. "Ladies." He greets with a nod and slightly more tight smile. "Not too hot out tonight, is it?"

Fian smiles a bit wider, grateful now for the presence of the candidates and she offers a grin over toward M'thye for a moment before her attention goes back to the eggs rocking on the sands.

In the Galleries, Tyrea walks in from the Tunnel to the Hatching Sands - SeaMist Aerie.

In the Galleries, Tyrea has arrived.

Iopaire nods towards Kethelle, grinning just a little bit. "Good luck to you too, Elle," Io says quietly before turning her head Alexander, wriggling her feet. "That's a good thing." Forced smile.

One moment the Sunset's Fire Egg is intact. The next a white head has emerged from the middle of the shell. Such a comical look, this hatchling half in and half outside it's shell. The egg shudders as a scramble is seen, the egg doesn’t break away, and instead it rolls down the mound to land at the bottom with a crack. Another scramble and the hatchling fully emerges, a large piece of shell stuck to it's back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< 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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It shivers slightly, then the Feeling Bad Egg moves a bit more, rocking back and forth on the warm sands in a slightly unequal restless motion.

Xanlei shifts and then her attention is drawn to the Sunset's Fire egg and a sharp gasp as the first hatchling arrives. Yes, it /is/ big. She takes a step back and swallows. Fun, she's having fun, this will be fine.

Kethelle inhales sharply as the first dragonet breaks shell. "It's so...lovely, " she murmurs, smiling at Alexander. "Not too bad, no. Not yet."

Glitterine ridges rib the whole of the Rain covered flowers egg, as if being split apart. Silver flecks become cracks that dots the whole of the egg. Giving the egg a sense of a storm about to break.

Iopaire peers towards the first dragonet. "It's just white. Nice, for a fledgling, but white," she says to Kethelle, chuckling just the tiniest bit.

Glittering Icicle Egg shivers the shell seeming to move only slightly, the movement faint indeed.

Suddenly, the surface of the Feeling Bad Egg is spiderwebbed with cracks, starting from near the center and then slowly spreading outward, more and more suddenly appearing to damage the surface.

Rain covered flowers egg splits open with a glitter and flash, the crack loud. The egg shells seem to drift apart and float to the ground revealing the young hatchling inside.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Clear as Clouds Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fluffy whiteness seems to obscure this fledgling, it's ridges tainted with a tracery of ghostly silver stripes. Slightly grey-white puffs of color decorate it's wings, adding a sort of pattern to the overall whiteness, sort of like a freckle pattern. The white on it's torso is somehow fluffier than the white on it's ridges and little swirling patterns decorate its belly, as if a jet stream was flowing around it, turning the cloudy white of it's hide in first one direction and then the next. It's eyes gleam a deep crimson shade within the gray-white ridges over its eyes and those freckles dot it's muzzle, giving the fledgling a sort of rainy day look in places. <Desc'd by T'lon>

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Alexander starts backwards slightly as the first hatchling shifts it's shell. He gives an abashed laugh as he slides back into position. "Well, here they come." Legs spread just enough to take up a relaxed and ready stance.

Uilheim lifts his brows at the first hatchling at is suddenly glad he's got a small circle of space around him. All the better to be able to dive out of the way.

Kethelle nods and only watches. "That one's pretty, " she comments, pointing to the first one that hatched.

Feeling Bad Egg comes apart at the center, the shell dividing neatly down the middle to fall and expose a startled white hatchling now dumped out on the sands.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Patterned Patchwork Quilted White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Patches are applied haphazardly to the hide of this white hatchling. An ivory patch covers much of its head, highlighting around deep sapphire eyes. Its neck is divided by patches of first icy frost before that one ends abruptly at an almost creamy milky shade that falls across its shoulders as well. Other patches of brilliant snow are surrounding by those of almost colored chalk that marches across neckridges. Wings are spread open, patches showing even there in an even display of glitter to dingy through shades of sparkling diamond. Those same haphazard patches decorate its tail, giving it a harlequin's motley appearance, even if it is only ever in white before fading out to palest moonlight on its spaded tail. <Desc'd by Y'an>

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Iopaire has a tough time watching as now there's /three/ fledglings on the sands. "Great," she mutters to Kethelle, "now we're going to be run over. How can we /possibly/ keep track of them?"

Winter's First Flurries Hatchling sucks in a deep breath, sides expanding dramatically and deflating just as rapidly as the hatchling shakes its head, as if in relief. Surroundings are quite foreign after its warm slumber, but heart races in this new environment, waking all extremities as blood rushes through and in the spread of wings for their first time the last remaining shard is dislodged and falls to the ground with an odd thump.

Kethelle shrugs a bit and shakes her head. "After a few Bond, we'll know which are which, " she says with a laugh.

Xanlei's gaze goes from one hatchling to another, each one lovely and yet large. She makes sure she's ready to move should the clumsy newborns come near.

Clear as Clouds Hatchling stretches from the shell then shakes completely even as it searches looking over the row for that 'someone' however it takes it's time in doing so first one foreclaw shook then another and then one wing and then another. Then a whole body shake that leaves it tottering. It creels suddenly and loudly kicking shell shards aside.

Yh'u roams behind the candidates, keeping enough of a healthy distance to be there if needed without being so close as to be obtrusive. He snorts to some comment "One keeps one's eyes open at all times." and then settles to wait til the first are chosen and his duties truly begin.

Kethelle winces as one of the hatchlings creels. "Oh. Oh, my. It doesn't look too ... happy." Eye.

Xanlei watches the Clear as Clouds hatchling and finally giggles. It may be a dragon but the shaking is rather amusing. She feels a little better, it's like a colt. This will be fine, just don't get in the way.

Uilheim gasps a bit, "Oh goodness. Three of them." Time to practice his patented invisibility act. I am vapor. Wide eyed, mousey vapor.

Nomel stands there still, looking around in a rush at all the difference being out on the sands now makes. "They're huge!" Wide eyed, he walks backwards.

In the Galleries, Aika looks to M'rix with a sigh as she shifts where she is sitting a bit. She closes her eyes for a moment trying to relax a bit. "

Alexander chuckles softly at the sally between the two girls. "Don't worry. I won't let them get you, Io." He says in a half serious, half mocking way.

In the Galleries, M'rix watches the action down on the sands and strokes Aika's hair.

Iopaire peers behind her, looking towards Yh'u for a split second before returning her eyes to the fledglings, watching one, then another, and then another. Whew.

K'ndra is standing off to one side, watching and waiting

Clear as Clouds Hatchling starts out then, seeming to know what it wants as it heads for the row of candidates, sudden movement gains it's attention and it's footsteps take it forwards snuffling a candidate at a time. Hmmmm..where is the one?

In the Galleries, Tyrea goes home.

In the Galleries, Tyrea has left.

Xanlei watches Clear as Clouds head down the row and takes a step back. Lovely creature with big claws. She does look curious and gazes about her wondering.

Winter's First Flurries Hatchling emits an odd sort of growl, almost embarrassingly so, for its not one which emanated from its fine muzzle but from a belly now empty and yearning to be on with its own duty. Instinct is so wonderful, but being new to the world can have its downsides. The awkward lumbering of the hatchling as it makes its way to the waiting candidates is one of them. Though steps improves and stride grows more confident the more limbs coordinate to keep its progress in that particular direction. Soon enough it is there, peering up at the one closest as if unsure what comes next, better think about this a sec...

Kethelle swivels her head about a bit, trying to watch each hatchling, and probably failing. One of the hatchlings snuffling each candidate makes her grin a bit. How cute.

Alexander is not so sure about this now that the hatchlings are actually right along the line of candidates. He seems a slightly more wary based on the stiffness in his stance, but the smile has not yet dropped from his face. "Think that one's a bit lost."

Uilheim takes a slow breath, "They're just babies." he comforts himself with. Next time.. he's going to be in the galleries. This is too much for his nerves.

Glittering Icicle egg shivers again, and as if suddenly melting cracks appear over the egg, streaking the white and pale blue ice crystals with vivid cracks that run the length and width of the egg.

Clear as Clouds Hatchling pauses at Alexander and snuffles, is he the one. A snort is heard suddenly and hatchling's head shakes making it wobble a bit, however it seems to regain it's balance and continue down the row, looking more and more disgruntled.

Xanlei takes another step back, now there's two close by, where did the other go.. and another egg rocking. This could get a little too exciting dodging curious babies with big talons. She smiles though watching, just be wary, that's all.

Fian head tilts as she watches the hatchlings, smiling lightly. "So easy to remember your own bonding, when you're out here again."

Kethelle chuckles at the cloudy hatchling and glances toward the Glittering Icicle Egg, dark eyes watching the icy egg closely.

Iopaire sucks in her breath a bit, trying to speed up her motions of looking about her. "Okay, there's one. Now, where's the other ones.." she mutters, peering around before looking at the one in front of Alexander.

Patterned Patchwork Quilted White Hatchling sits there a moment, it snorts softly at the shell shards then peers at the line of things in white. There, that is where instinct is now telling it to go, with wobbly steps the new hatched dragonet moves off to the candidates.

Xanlei catches sight of the third fledgling, now there's three tottering along. She peers over heads and tries to keep track of them all so that she doesn't find herself in a dangerous position just because she's trying to watch bandings.

M'thye smiles at Fian and nods "Yes it is. Not that mine was that long ago." he grins at Brown affectionately whom rumbles his encouragement to hatchlings and nuzzles on Mes. A grin and affectionate rub of brown is seen as he grins back at Fian "so which one do you think's going to bond first?"

Mellyna has been standing next to Nomel now, and she takes a tighter grip on his hand, wincing as one of the hatchlings gets closer to them both. "This isn't good, Nomel."

Alexander gives a small huff when the sniffing cloud hatchling passes him by. "Io, Kethelle, do I smell?" He jokingly asks of the girls. "I didn't mean to offend their little noses."

Winter's First Flurries Hatchling watches the sway of fabric and shift of nervous feet. It's close but not quite right and head begins to tilt up as haunches settle to the sand and the hatchling looks up really for the first time to this one that baby steps have brought it too. It follow the curves of fabric up and up until a face appears and its almost a start of surprise that the hatchling nearly trips backwards as out comes a joyous cry. Haha! this is what it needs above all other things, it has found its one, and shoulders relax as head reaches forwards, eyes never leaving that perfect face.

Fian laughs very softly. "I've learned never to make bets on that. They take their own sweet time it seems, when they bond." She turns though, gasping as one does seem to have chosen however."

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Winter's First Flurries Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ocean's Cerulean Hues Blue Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bright ocean blue the color of a tropical sea, covers the body of this sturdy dragon from his large head with his bright golden topaz eyes to the last bit of his tail. He's not overly large, but is blessed with the sturdy bones and frame that shows a muscular build, complete with heavy shoulders and haunches. Ocean patterned scales seem near polished as they fit on his hide, across the broad expanse of his chest and his rounded body. Flashes of other colors fit within the watermarks on his hide, tropical greens and even the barest hint of sunset's shades catching in the hollows of his flanks and outlining the sharp curves of his neckridges. The ocean depths get bluer, more true to that color as they slide further down on his legs, even to catching the tips of his talons in cerulean blue, while twilight's darker hues catch his wings, indigo and midnight purple after a sunset spread wide across his sails, ruffled with the ocean waves and splashed over thick spars of the same shade.

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Kethelle grins at Alexander. "No, you don't smell, not one bit, " she chuckles, then peers toward the white hatchling that bonds. "Oh! It's blue! And so...pretty!"

Glittering Icicle Egg seems to melt, the cracks widening only to slide to the ground into a pile of shards and goo. As if the warmth of the sands are finally too much for the egg. Revealing the white hatchling inside.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Powdered Sugar White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tiny granules of white seem to cover the entire hide of this fledgling as it rises from its shell, its entire body quivering with either fear or sheer excitement. Each granule gives it's scales a grainy look that adds a hint of texture to it's already interesting hide. There are patterns, well swirls really, of a smoother texture around it's eyes and ridges, as if the rough edges were being smoothed down, but that is about the only places on it that it looks smooth. It's tail and torso seem to have little designs as if the sugar had been peaked into little mountains, giving the poor thing a sugar confection appearance that is ready to eat. <Desc'd by Chyriana>

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Xanlei has disconnected.

Xanlei has connected.

Clear as Clouds Hatchling halts abruptly then charges! There he is! He skids to a stop in front of Nomel and head butts, looking up into Nomel's eyes!

Kethelle's vigilance finally pays off. The sugary hatchling is regarded with an odd little smile. "Now /that/ one looks so ... sweet!"

With a triumphant cry the Clear as Clouds Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

Iopai looks down for a moment instead of looking around, seeing a little blue there. "Beryll? No, I won't mind at /all/. We'll get you food, and I'll play with you, and.." she rattles on, finally putting a hand on Beryll's head. Sigh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Storm Covered Fields Brown Ozonall ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Darkness reins from the tip of his sharp snout to where his head meets his neck, this ever so dark brown is only lightened by flashed of gold and bronze. As this deep brown filters down his rather short and stubby neck where it lightens and swirls with wind blown tans and sun kissed flecks of copper. His lengthy back seems to add more proportions to his frame, while the colors now blend to that of the ground after a heavy rain, a deep loamy and earthy brown. It seems as if fine lines of deep bronze etch their way along his spine and down his sides, in a mimic of plowed ground waiting to be planted. Overly long wings that will need to be grown into have captured the colors of a vast whirlwind of browns at the edges of his spars only to swirl inward, with a certain carelessness, into hues of golden tans flecked with flashes of silver and lightening strikes of bronze at the heart. The only thing about this rather irregular hatchling is that his tail seems to be just right for him, neither to long nor to short but just right. his deep barreled chest and belly seem to lighten into a warm creamy dark honey color before deepening into a nearly red-brown to coat his legs. Those ever grasping and clicking hatching claws bring out the color of heart of the storm, a dark storm ridden black. While all the colors seem to be a mix of storms his tail is the calming point, it's just a simple brown clear down to the spade that’s once more so dark as if showing that another storm is on it's way.

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

Iopai moves to the south.

Iopai has left.

Xanlei watches as one after another dragon flood with color and gasps softly. She grins and watches the bandings, Iopai with Beryll.. lovely. She turns to see who the brown found.

Noel turns, gasping as Ozonall finds him and he's soon enough down on the sands with his bond, laughing and crying, leaving Mellyna behind.

M'thye grins at Fian and shakes his head "Well that's two. And that one. I feel sorry for almost." he laughs softly glancing towards Fian "It's happening fast eh?"

Alexander grunts appreciatively at the blue's appearance. "So dark underneath. And to Io! Why to go, girl! He's a fine one. With a nice, strong name as well."

Patterned Patchwork Quilted White Hatchling approaches the candidates and begins to snuff at the candidates.

Kethelle gasps and steps away from Iopaire. "Oh, Iopaire!" she cries, beaming at the other candidate - turned fledgling. "Congrats!"

Iopai heads in from the Sandy Alcove - SeaMist Aerie.

Iopai has arrived.

Uilheim wrings his hands and blinks. "They change so.. fast!" Magic color change babies! Better than finger paints. HE claps a bit for Iopai and Noel before quickly clasping his hands behind his back.

Beryll has left.

Iopai moves closer to Beryll.

Iopai meanders to the south.

Iopai has left.

Xanlei takes a breath and grins with a clap of hands watching two of the fledglings find their bonds. She looks over for the other white hatchling who is still looking waiting to see who its bond is and what color will wash over its hide.

Powdered Sugar White Hatchling wiggles just a bit, it's odd being free now and it walks slowly, surely toward the circling group of candidates and looks around, judging just a bit.

Kethelle gives Noel a quick grin, too, though her attention remains riveted on the sugary hatchling - and that other one over there, the one that looks like a quilt.

Xanlei blinks and notices another, she missed one hatching and she glances from one white fledgling to another. A grin comes back to her face as she watches them begin to move about, definitely an experience she'll never forget.

Jungle Egg seems to move just a little perhaps or was that just a shadow?

The silly little scribble egg gives a bitty twitch. Yup, just a tiny one, enough to get things started. Oh, but what effort that movement must have been for still it falls and nary a quiver more does it partake.

Alexander glances down at Kethelle. "Bit close for comfort there." He nods towards the white pair still left on the sands, "But easier to keep an eye on just two, right?"

Fian smiles a bit wider, calling out her own congratulations to the bonding pairs and she is laughing indeed. "I do so love hatchings." She gives Crythaill a fond pat, grinning up to the gold.

Powdered Sugar White Hatchling has been looking and looking and he just found. Right were it thought she would be. Look at that, and then it pushes Mellyna right in the stomach, nearly causing the girl to tumble, then gives a creel of distress. It didn't mean to do that.

M'thye laughs as well and calls out his own congratulations eyes twinkling merrily, he continues to watch with a smile gaze focused on the sands intently. Don't want to miss anything you see.

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Visions of Holly Red Festiku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brilliant shades of red color the scales of this fellow. A 'crown' of pine green circles his brow in a pattern that resembles leaves. A darker red flows down his neck to cover his back and wings, which when opened resemble maroon glass with the sun shining through. A faint tracing of silver tickles the edges of his wings. Forest green tips the ridges that flow from the base of his skull down to the tip of his tail. Smoky topaz eyes the shade of cinnamon peer out on the world, a wealth of intelligence and compassion shining in them. His head is of average size and rests at the top of a slightly thicker than average neck. His torso is also slightly larger than average and his legs are proportionate to his body. His tail snakes out behind him, the tip twitching slightly.

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

She's laughing, crying as she moves to hold Festiku's head, the now renamed Ally holding the bright red close to her, before finally heading off the sands.

Patterned Patchwork Quilted White Hatchling snuffs at one candidate, shakes its head and moves on towards the next. Where is that person?

Xanlei lets out a soft oh! watching a white hide wash with maroon. She grins looking around for the other, wanting to see what color it will be.

Jungle egg shifts abruptly, going into a spin that stops, only to rock from side to side. Then there's no movement, the movement ending as fast as it started.

Uilheim smiles a bit, "Congratulations." then quickly scans the area for any mob of fledglings that may want to mow him down.

Kethelle watches another white turn into a red. "Oh, how simply wonderful, " is all she can say. Very cliche, no?

Ah, patience will reward you much in life, and those which have been such watching the silly little scribble egg are rewarded in an abrupt shake which sends the egg to roll exactly once before coming to rest atop the sands as if it never moved at all.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Patterned Patchwork Quilted White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Misty Morning Flowers Silver Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spangled with droplets, the bright minted silver of her hide gleams, dully reflective across each scale, coloring seeming faded. Her head is shaped like the wisteria flower, drooping down demurely at the end of her graceful, sinewy neck. Sapphire eyes radiate a child-like beauty, an innocence which clings as delicately as the early morning mists. From neck to chest and enwrapping her body in the silvery tear-shimmer, she carries an almost athletic poise. It seems oddly contrary to the slenderness of her being, down to the very tip of her whip like tail. All too corporeal, her talons shine like well polished steel, glinting with a dangerous beauty in the light. True to her name, her wings spread out like huge feathery sails. They are light and look much too delicate for all the strength of the true membranes which will carry her easily aloft with only the barest whisper of wind. The feathery pattern works its way from shoulder joint somewhat diagonally across the sail, spreading out into a million misty fragments towards the trailing edges. The pattern itself is rather gray in places, drawing out the silver of her body into the milky fog of the morning mists.

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Kethelle stares as the white reveals itself as a silver. "....Silver?" she manages to say, awed at the lovely quality of the young hatchling's hide. So pretty.

Alexander blinks. "A bit bright, isn't he?" However, who is Alex to comment. Ally and her red get a smile and wave, just in time for the smith-candidate to miss a silver bond. "Who?"

Xanlei watches and gives a gasp as silver washes over white hide, she clasps her hands again, "lovely!" she exclaims as she watches it find it's bond.

A crack abruptly forms from the tip of the egg to the back. Jungle egg itself still.

Uil is suddenly short of breath. For all of 3 seconds he's frozen. Then the mousey young man smiles so wide his face looks to crack, "Wyhstaku! Oh!" To flustered for much else he strokes the silver head gently and starts off the sands with her.

A one... a two... a three... is all it takes for the silly little scribble egg to bounce and roll and split right down the middle as if from a chefs expert hand and drop out the damp white hatchling to the world.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Pale Ivory White Hatchlings >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This tiny hatchling rises from the shards of its prison and it looks around with an intent expression, the look causing its deep ivory white headknobs to dip a little over its eyes. The soft scales gleam with hints of other colors, the shades so faint that they seem to be mostly tricks your eyes are playing on you. The ridges of this fledgling are smaller than average, giving the impression that it isn't quite done, as does the shade of pale ivory white that ripples in a muted pattern across it's torso and belly, meandering in a weaving, dipping path with no apparent beginning or ending. The tail of the dragon fledgling is a average ivory white and long, its something the fledgling will have to grow into from the looks of it. Its haunches are a creamy white shade of ivory, accentuating the lean length of its muscled form, despite the meandering path of the pattern. As it stretches out the white wingsails the pattern takes shape into a series of love knots done in a deep ivory white. <Desc'd by Chyriana>

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Pale Ivory White Hatchlings springs to its feet, iridescent blue eyes scanning the world about eagerly. The orbs seem to just drink in every little detail as nose drops to sniffs at the sands a moment before lifting high to consider the ceiling which fades to darkness above and then settles upon what is truly important in the cluster of white clad beings which loosely surrounds beyond the shards.

Kethelle eyes the newest hatchling with a smile. "And this one's pretty, like the others were." Um, yeah.

For long moments there's nothing then a claw abruptly appears through the crack the shell of the Jungle egg shattering spreading egg shell and goo about it in an explosion. Out of the shell explodes the dragonet literally pouncing forth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Dangerous Looming Iceberg Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rather squared-off in design is this bulkily proportioned young hatchling that still appears somewhat moistened from its shell. Sturdy legs support its angular, white-bleached frame, and a longish neck is balanced by the bulk of a short, stubby sort of tail. That slinky appendage tends to hover above the ground, whipping enthusiastically back and forth as the new birthed creature turns. Its eyes hold the darkest hues of lapis, a midnight and grey color that brings to mind storms over a northern sea, or the chill waters of that sea itself. Tones of dove buff the polished ripple of its scales, sweeping up in a rough pattern along its sides and haunches. Variegated tones of shadow and alabaster ice tease starkly with one another, the latter rising up from the liquid hues of the former to coat this fledgling's spine and ailerons with the looming forms of chunky icebergs that are limned in the barest flicker of sage and emerald. These dangerous mountains float amongst the chilly waves, tipping glittering peaks this way and that in a vivid battle of light that is captured as well in the diamond sheen of the hatchling's razored talons. <Desc'd by Senaya>

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Xanlei turns as the next pale fledgling, no next /two/ burst out of their eggs. She grins watching them and turning to look between all the fledglings with an excited and delighted look on her face.

Wyhstaku has left.

Uil moves closer to Wyhstaku.

Uil steps to the south.

Uil has left.

Alexander flinches as a bit of egg goo smacks him right across the face. "Better watch that one. I think it might be a bit on the dangerous side." He eyes the pouncing fledgling somewhat suspiciously.

Kethelle moves a little closer to Xanlei. She's lost Iopaire, y'see. "Err. Which one d'you like?" She grins as Alexander gets smacked in the face. "Ouch?"

Pale Ivory White Hatchlings moves. Its direction is easy enough to tell, to the white things! Are they to be its first meal, the hungry loll of a pink bright tongue might give some reason to fear as the hatchling reaches the nearest and gives it a good sniff. The reaction might be quite comical, for the seriousness of the affair with the resulting snort and nose held high in an expression of disgust as it moves on to another. You did know you're supposed to freshen up first.

Xanlei can't help but laugh out loud at the Pale Ivory's reaction. She peers to see if it finds the candidate it inspects to be the right one to bond with though her eyes move to the other Iceberg fledgling as well. Keeping them both in sight least she get in the way.

Dangerous Looming Iceberg Hatchling leaps out of its shell and falls forward skidding across the sand a bit as momentum creates a forward imbalance. Snout and underside of neck covered with sands and goo. It halts a moment then and looks around before head rises from the sand and then it's struggling to stand. Well that didn't work. Time to try again!

In the Galleries, Aika looks to M'rix quietly as she does start to focus more on the hatching but not for too long when she pokes M'rix to get his attention and whispers softly. "Felt a flutter..."

In the Galleries, M'rix hmms and ohs as he hears Aika's whisper. He gently rubs her belly and smiles as he hopes he feels a flutter too.

Xanlei aws at the Iceberg fledgling, the urge to go help it dulled by the reminder that it is quite large even though a baby and its talons are quite sharp.

Kethelle glances at the iceberg-like hatchling and chuckles. But says nothing more.

Anbarrilie has been very quiet on the sands, used to being off by herself and enjoying that. It's only now that she's getting somewhat nervous, after so long without folks by and those hatchlings still walking.

Vanarro and Navarro have each other on the sands, or so it seems. The brothers staying very close and keeping a sharp watch on the sands, even backing up in unison when a hatchling or two gets close.

Alexander mutters under his breath. He takes his eyes off the dangerous hatchlings long enough to examine himself quickly. Though he finds nothing, he still seems puzzled. "I took a bath this morning. If you eggs had given us more time, I would have washed again when I changed." This is said mostly at the Pale Ivory one.

Pale Ivory White Hatchlings comes up to a not young, but neither old female and looks upon her appraisingly. As the rather quiet and isolated Anbarrilie looks in both awe and a tingle of fear back to the hatchling the moment grows longer until she lets out a soft laugh, which really can mean only one thing.

With a triumphant cry the Pale Ivory White Hatchlings has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Animated Feature Presentation Brown Yahiku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Odd is the smoothly curved hatchling to which your gaze settles. As if in a few pen strokes alone he is defined from the noble head held high to the swishing arc of his tail and its sharp spade end. The lines are ever present, no matter which way you might catch him, always a sort of chocolate edge to his body, and defining his features in well muscled arms and legs, not to mention the spread of wings! Filling in the borders is a brown, a particular brown which is neither to light nor to dark, yet not quite so plain as it paints over his scales. Above his eyes the brown darkens, almost like brows painted on above the iridescent blue of his eyes. They capture an eternal laughter, framed into the noble head in a way which seems just right without any stroke of arrogance. Ever occasionally the brown upon his body shades somewhat darker, shadows real or contrived, it's hard to tell for he is ever in motion. Then to his wings. The main bones grow fluidly from his shoulders and spread out hand-like into the normal matter of sails which shimmer altogether lighter than anything which might only just fit within the definition of brown. Yet there are sails there, ever distorting just so the world behind them as one looks thru the nearly transparent membranes.

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

Bright sky blue has a bit of a storm brewing on the horizon as motion comes to the open grassy fields egg. Hatching times draws near as the idyllic scene is disturbed by quake and storm which sends white lightening cracks through the sky and deep ebon fissures upon the land.

Dangerous Looming Iceberg Hatchling stands and shakes sending sand and goo flying, it takes time to knock off remaining sand as best as it can even as eyes search the line of white. There's something out there, no someone and with this it starts across the sand sniffing the whole while

There are loud snaps and hisses which come from the movement of the open grassy fields egg. What once was so picturesque is now a land and sky shattered and hardly recognizable. It's almost odd that the egg is still together, well perhaps for not much longer as its occupant pushes, the shell bulging out in opposite directions.

There is a pause, that final moment before then end. The irregular, cracked lump that the open grassy fields egg has become sits there, upon the warm grounds, taking a breather after such exertion. Yet, rest not long does its occupant wait for it is but one final push and the egg tears in two, slumping off to either side as a bright white head pokes out, followed quickly by the slump of a small damp white body, released to the sands and the world beyond to suck in its first pure breath, and look with stunningly emerald eyes upon the beyond.

In the blink of an eye their follows a second small damp body from the other half of the egg. It blinks a few times, looking momentarily confused as it finds itself looking upon its own twin, for the first time actually separated!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Winter-Ermine Draped White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Oh, what a character has just been birthed. This sophisticated hatchling knew exactly what it desired before its talons had even touched the earth. It unfolds from its shell garbed in clothing of pressed and spotless white, ready for whatever distinctive event must surely await its arrival. There is a perpetual arch to the lithe elegance of its neck, as if to indicate its absolute worthiness for all the good things that shall surely be strewn at its feet, those supportive pediments tapering off into cobalt talons which are washed lightly by gold. Aristocratic airs define its body, which is just a touch too short to be elegant all on its own. It needs the assistance of delicately-tinted scales to provide the proper image of culture. These do so, forming a band of softer creamy tones to drape the creature's withers and shoulders with the lush images of a furry-stole stitched from the thickened pelts of winter ermine. Of course, such luxuries befit this noble creature, and there is a knowing spark of awareness to ignite eyes of appraising emerald, those orbs nearly black so intensely focused is their color. <Desc'd by Taeryn>

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Xanlei grins as brown floods the hatchlings hide and grins. She turns to see where the other one went and who it found.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Fluffed Cotton Mounds White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There is a distinctively 'fluffy' pattern to the veils of color that define the play of light over the sinuously flowing network of sanded scales that comprise the outer view of this sturdy little hatchling. Its legs are thick and stalwart, body designed to shove aside the air, though there is a cautiously graceful angle to which it holds it's head. That sophisticated wedge is dusted with powderpuff images of floating mist, a barely-discernable wash of languid lilac sweeping from the center point of its forehead down to the left before draping around and beneath its jaw. The trailer of bare hue shades into stonier greys where it picks up again, tracking crookedly along the creature's breast and up along its right side until it intercepts a wing. Upon that translucent sail, and then across to its mate, the line shatters into a tracework of creams and alabasters that vein the thin flesh and pile up images of mounded cotton between supporting spars and down along their edges. Its glittering eyes of bluest topaz gaze with new-birthed curiosity round and about. <Desc'd by Taeryn>

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Barra takes a long moment to get her breath, before finally leaning forward, her arms wrapping around her beloved Yahiku and she's crying with joy.

Xanlei laughs as another appears, it's hard to keep up with all these white fledglings. She grins looking around to see yet another appear. Her head turning this way and that to keep up with all the different fledglings arriving. So many to keep track of at once.

It is the barest hint of movement, but the Gardening At Night Egg is definitely rolling slightly. It doesn't go far and it may go unnoticed by some, but the one within has woken up and has started on the journey toward the outside.

Dangerous Looming Iceberg Hatchling continues it's stalk along the line finally stopping it sniffs again curiously glancing towards the one that just flooded brown then sniffs again. Yep this is the one. You just have no tastes. With that..it chooses.

Alexander's mouth drops open as shortly after the brown bonds, a pair of twins arrives. "That one had two in it!" It's clear he's stunned, enough so as to be distracted from even his nervousness for a moment.

Yh'u blinks as one egg reveals more than its fair share of hatchling, more properly hatchlings! He groans softly at the unexpected addition to the class, and then moves to help Barra and Yahiku off for the fledglings first meal and leave the chaos of the sands for that brief moment.

Kethelle watches fledglings break shell, moving a bit closer towards Xanlei. "Hmm. That one's wonderful, too."

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Dangerous Looming Iceberg Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Hint of a Tiger Red Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brilliant red flows in a smooth ripple across the hide of this dragon, broken only in sections by a faint, barely noticeable pattern of dappled sienna stripes. Scales that are just barely darker than the ones surrounding them for the pattern, leaving it nearly hidden unless directly exposed to light. Apple green jade eyes look out from a broadly wedge shaped head, balanced on a long sinuous neck. The rest of him is somewhat lean, but with enough muscling to show a cleanly delineated body, from his elegant legs to the spartan, spare length of his tail that still remains somewhat dusted with sienna. His wings are still crimson red, although even they show the faint dappling and striping that follows along his body, even if it remains mostly hidden as they are folded. Ebony claws cap smoked red feet, a stunning contrast with the mostly fire red that covers his body.

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Xanlei grins at Kethelle, "they are all so lovely" she turns to see crimson wash a white hide and ohs! "Another bonded!" she claps her hands together again, so wonderful to see up close.

M'thye blinks in stunned surprise "Fian! Would you look at that?! Twins!"

Fian laughs softly, grinning a bit. "That's wonderful. They certainly don't happen that often at all." She blinks again. "And so cute."

Cracks begin to form, outlining various shapes and patterns on the Gardening at Night Egg, leaving it soon to falter apart, a rending of the picture perfect garden at night, as all things fade away.

Kethelle grins back at Xanlei before nodding. "Twins? Wonderful!" she says, swiveling her head about to look at the fledglings.

Winter-Ermine Draped White Hatchling snorts explosively at the shell shards that held it confined for so long. There. Take that. It shakes itself sending goo about, then peers most intently at the line of white robe. Right then, here we go. And off goes the Winter-Ermine Draped White Hatchling searching for it's partner.

Alex barks out a clear, loud laugh that rings with joy. "Of course we will, Khananill. How could we not?" He drops down to hug the striped red to him. "Are you hungry? We should feed you soon."

Fluffed Cotton Mounds White Hatchling curls close to twin quite content where it's at. Meep Wait for me! A squall at fellow sib and off it tramps following after it's twin. Oh no you don't not without me!

Finally, the garden fades to dust as the shell on the Gardening at Night Egg completely cracks, falling apart and then littering the sand of the hatching grounds. It leaves exposed a small white hatchling, looking around at the world before its eyes.

Khananill has left.

Alex moves closer to Khananill.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< 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 some places 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 preference, down a slim neck and trim shoulders and sleek forelimbs. Curved, ebony-hinted talons slip out from transparent 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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Xanlei gives a soft sound of delight as the last fledgling finally arrives, "there we go, the gang's all here" she murmurs. She looks around at all three fledglings on the sand. What a lovely thing to have been here to witness.

Alex walks to the south.

Alex has left.

Winter-Ermine Draped White Hatchling looks back with a look of 'Well keep up you. We've not got all day you know.’ And it trundles towards the candidates.

Kethelle has partially disconnected.

Fluffed Cotton Mounds White Hatchling sniffs at fellow sib and follows after trundling forth and trying to keep impatient sib near, It rumbles it's discontent looking wistfully back at the egg then that line of white, it pauses a bit then with a sigh trundles forth. It supposes it should get this over with.

Winter-Ermine Draped White Hatchling pauses suddenly before a pair in the long line,

With a triumphant cry the Winter-Ermine Draped White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spirited Red Dun Kiger Mustang Mistinuku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soft sunset touched red greets your eye. It flows from the tip of this hatchlings muzzle to the tip of his tail with only minor variations and an odd sort of darker red-brown stripe along his back. Specks of gold fleck his scales not quite at random, lending an air of comfort to the medium red of the scales, while not overwhelming it. Blazing down his face comes a solar flare. The flagrant orange and fawn scales view for attention as they slide between eyes of appraising emerald. Headknobs are the same red-brown which coats his back and rather divides his body along the ridges. The shape of his head is a fairly classic wedge, if rather clean cut with a somewhat prominent muzzle. His body is quite elegant with its deep chest and thick muscles. They lend him a powerful air, to accomplish whatever task is set before him. Arms and legs too are well muscled, the sunset dun color striped off and on with black upon the lower portions until they slip entirely to ebony upon that which are his hands and feet. Wings finish off this striking lad in several shifting shades flecked by more of the definitive golden bits which are rather more apparent as the light filters through.

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

Fluffed Cotton Mounds White Hatchling shakes a bit as brother chooses, ah -hah- another twin just for it and with that it chooses.

With a triumphant cry the Fluffed Cotton Mounds White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

Kethelle watches the last fledgling crack it's shell. "Now it's just time to wait and see who they pick," Kethalle says softly, swiveling her head around still more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Skittish Red Roan Spanish Mustang Mestenoku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dark red is his coloring. It flows from the tip of his muzzle to the tip of his tail in one fell swoop, there are variations here and there though. Specks of silver fleck his scales at random, lending an air of lightening the dark red of the scales a bit but not overwhelming it. A silvery star rests smack dab between eyes of deep sapphire blue. Headknobs are maroon and the ridges running the length of his spine are randomly maroon. His head is a not so classic wedge, as a matter of fact the slope of his face is on the sharp side, and his neck is of average build. His chest is a bit of a barrel in shape and size, long slender limbs look fragile but are actually quite strong. Wings open and the flecks of silver are slightly more apparent as light passes through the sails. Dark maroon talons tip his paws.

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

Both V'narro and N'varro look stunned for a moment or two, before beaming reaching out to Mestenoku and Mistinuku respectively, then both pairs follow the fledglingmaster to alcove.

Xanlei watches a pair of reds stand where the white fledglings were. She grins again glancing around, so excited to see this. She glances around for the others.

Dancing Popcorn Hatchling blinks as it looks around, moving from place to place with a slow pace and then heading towards the line of candidates, searching slowly.

Xanlei spies the final fledgling and shifts up on her toes to watch it as it hunts for it's bond.

Fian slowly looks over the sands, then turns back to M'thye. Just that one left. So fast, it seems."

Yh'u shakes his head. Well that went fast, in fact the whole thing has gone by in a near blur and he moves to help V'narro and N'varro off to the side where food waits for their hungry mates.

Kethelle cheers on the twins who bonded the twin reds. "Well, they did say it was possible, didn't they?" As only one hatchling remains, she turns to face it calmly.

Yh'u steps to the south.

Yh'u has left.

Dancing Popcorn Hatchling finally comes up to the side of a girl, calmly watching for a moment before it nudges that same girl once or twice. Mayhap a third time then. Notice me, darn it.

M'thye nods to Fian giving her a smile "but quite the collection don't you think?" he asks moving near to her to give her a gentle squeeze of the hand in friendship. His smile is soft "They did well. Crythaill and Luuku.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Dancing Popcorn Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Midnight in the Garden Silver Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shadows and moonlight on the ground, a midnight reflection on the hide of this silver dragon. Moonbeams collect upon her head, brightly showy across the angular wedge and outlining the pale faded violet of her eyes before that silver color falls smoothly along the lithe length of her neck. Those bright shaded scales cover the rest of her hide, near garish refraction of light on the rest of her lanky body from her narrow shoulders and on back through the lean barrel of her chest. Moonlight fades somewhat, over slender hindquarters and on down to her whiplash of a tail, only barely touched by bright silver, overlaid with tarnish. This same tarnish covers crescent curved talons, leaving them near dull black as the hit the ground, a sharp contrast to the darkling silver of her legs. Frosted wings, near the same color as her moonbeam kissed head are left folded on her back, spars only marginally darker than her sails and they create a display of silver light when spread.

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M'thye adds softly as another silver hatches "well I'll be!" he grins at Fian then "make that none!" turning to call his congratulations to those on the sands.

Xanlei claps her hands again as the last turns silver with the was of bonding color, "lovely, that was wonderful" She looks around and sighs a little. Then turns to trundle off the sands with a smile on her face.

Xanlei meanders to the northeast.

Xanlei has left.

In the Galleries, Aika looks over as she sees the last hatchling choose and gives a sigh as she looks to M'rix. "I think I'll head back to the aerie and catch a nap."

Fian smiles as she turns back toward the last bonding pair and then sighs softly as she turns to face the non bonding candidates. "I'm sorry that your bond, was not out on the sands, today. But that doesn't mean that it will never be so."

Kethelle drops to embrace the moonbeam kissed head. "Oh Yasmiall of course I will feed you. I will be your Elle and you will never have to search for me."

Yasmiall has left.

Kethelle moves closer to Yasmiall.

In the Galleries, M'rix nods to Aika and yawns, "I think I'll come with you."

Kethelle wanders to the south.

Kethelle has left.

K'ndra nods to Fian, M'thye and their dragons as she follows the last pair

In the Galleries, Aika steps to the east.

In the Galleries, Aika has left.

K'ndra moves to the south.

K'ndra has left.

In the Galleries, M'rix walks to the east.

In the Galleries, M'rix has left.

M'thye watches quietly but nods to this offering a soft "Your welcome to stay here and continue your former duties at the Aerie if that is your wish we would welcome you gladly."