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 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. Cross In Southern Skies Egg 2. Patriotic Stars and Stripes Egg
3. We Love Green! Egg 4. Cymru Draconis Egg
5. Distinctly Burnished Egg 6. Within the Lines Egg
7. Ocean's Rainbow Egg 8. Colors of Conflict Egg
9. Pillars of Hercules Egg 10. Crimson Winter Quilt Egg
11. Stripes and Eagle Egg
Dragons: Odenyll, Xheryniiku
Candidates:
Riders: J'ran
Other: TouchAt
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Galleries <E> -*- Galleries -*- Greystone Aerie
Candidates Tunnel <S> -*- Candidate Dorms *- Greystone Aerie
Alcove <N> -*- Sandy Alcove -*- Greystone Aerie
Sky <U> -*- Hatching Hills Sky -*- Greystone Aerie
Xheryniiku is busy pushing sand around lovingly about a group of her eggs as she croons, the young Queen seems to be nervous and possibly agitated about something as she makes sure everything is meticulately done.
Odenyll has been watching Xhery with interest. Gaze shifting between her and the eggs, he croons reassurances to young gold as if trying to calm her agitation. He himself remaining calm and serene.
Aika walks out onto the sands, wearing what seems to be a tailored dress to suit her at this latter stage of her pregnancy. She smiles as she sees Xheryniiku doing her motherly duties and gives a wave to J'ran and Odenyll. "Well how are the clutchsire and his dear rider doing?"
Xheryniiku doesn't seem to respond completely well to Odenyll as she gives a worried warble as if something is going to happen very soon.
J'ran is dressed up for some odd reason. He waves to Aika and smiles "well Xhery seems..rather nervous. Oden is fine though." he glances at bronze and tilts his head "says it's soon." he adds as an afterthought, bronze raises head upwards to see Rhowandall who gets a rumble bronze stands and stretches moving towards Xhery to give her a nuzzle.
Odenyll just starts to hum then after offering Xhery a nuzzle and a soft warble. Announcing it is time, joining in with Dam's voice
Aika looks over to Xheryniiku as she overhears her conversation with Odenyll. Well it's a good thing she got dressed as she watches the eggs as she sees a couple eggs start to move very slightly.
Aika looks over to Xheryniiku as her Queen starts to go from a worried warble to a hum and it seems good that Aika did have a change of clothes as she moves to her bondmate's side. Well it was time and she knew it but it started to become real as she started to notice some movement among a few eggs.
J'ran sheilds his eyes to look up into the galleries offering S'ym and Fian a wave two familiar faces, he grins at both before gaze goes to bronze and gold and then to eggs. He heads over to stand beside Aika reaching out to place a hand on humming bronze's muzzle affectionately "Yes you did very well Oden you and Xhery both did I'll bet it will be a good strong clutch too."
Aika has one hand on her stomach and is showing quite well as she smiles to J'ran. She smiles to Xheryniiku with warm reassurance and looks at the eggs. "Yes it should be a very good and strong clutch, a new group of dragons to help out Greystone Aerie."
J'ran nods "how are you feeling. Get plenty to eat and drink? It's awfully hot out here." he adds quietly with a bit of concern. Shifting he nudges "Hey look a couple moved where's those candidates anyway!?"
Yh'u shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Yh'u has arrived.
K'ndra shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
K'ndra has arrived.
Mestheye shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Mestheye has arrived.
K'ndra slips into the candidate tunnel.
K'ndra has left.
Ketsumei shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Ketsumei has arrived.
Nimris shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Nimris has arrived.
Marix shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Marix has arrived.
Marix slips into the candidate tunnel.
Marix has left.
Alexi shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Alexi has arrived.
Anyea shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Anyea has arrived.
Irlan shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Irlan has arrived.
Kalika shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Kalika has arrived.
Marix shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Marix has arrived.
Ramiro shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Ramiro has arrived.
K'ndra shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
K'ndra has arrived.
Valince shuffles in from the candidate tunnel.
Valince has arrived.
Cross in the Southern Sky Egg suddenly forms a break, off center, and at the furthest top of the shell. The crack widens slightly, slitting straight across the side, the space spreading all the more. Then there seems to be a brief pause, as the hatchling within seems to catching it's breath from the hard work of /just/ breaking the shell itself.
Anyea pauses just at the threshold, letting herself get used to the head that billows out towards her. After a moment or two, she steps out onto the sands carefully and nervously, mincing her way across far enough to give a small bow towards both Xheryniiku and Odenyll and their respective riders. She /just/ makes her way to a place nearby her favorite egg: Cymru Draconis, to see the movement of the Cross in the Southern Sky Egg with wide eyes.
Ketsumei shuffles out onto the sands, somewhere squeezed in between all of her fellow candidates. Nervousness is kept down -- attempted to be kept down -- by smiles sent this way and that, and an anxious glance is sent quickly to the galleries. Moving eggs? Attention darts back, and her place is remembered. A respectful, if nervously sketchy, bow is given to both Xheyrniiku and Odenyll, as well as their riders. Then she slides into place -- a place good to view some of the eggs she has her eyes on, though Cross in the Southern Sky claims her attention first.
J'ran watches the candidates enter as he stands beside Aika a grin appearing he gives bronze an affectionate look. Yep he must be remembering before blue eyes go back to Candidates and linger on each one as they present theirselves offering a nod and murmured "good luck Candidate to each."
Byzanta walks out onto the sands and bows to the parents of the clutch before her. She looks around a bit and takes a spot in the line of candidates. Her attention is on the eggs, her hands clenched by her sides the only sign of her nervousness.
Alexi shuffles her way out alongside Mestheye, pausing in her uncertain stride to give a bow to the sire and dam. Once that's done, she finds her place beside Mes once more, glancing nervously around the cavern at her surroundings. "Mestheye?" she asks, taking a step back and looking down at her feet. "This robe.. do you think I look fat in this?"
Aika smiles to J'ran and nods reassuring him. "I'm fine, I'm getting enough to drink and eat, healers would rake me over the coals if I didn't take care of myself. The heat is giving me headaches, it'll be nice to be off the sands soon. Oh there they are." She points as the candidates start coming in with the fledglingmaster staff. She gives polite nods as she sees each of the candidates bow to Xheryniiku and Odenyll as well as J'ran and her.
on the sands.
Tamarind and Vyshalani walk out onto the sands together, gossiping as they head into the now forming circle around the eggs and make their own quick bows to both the sire and the dam, before they both break into soft giggles at something that Galatea says to them as she catches up, 'Tea making her sketchy bows as well.
Cross in the Southern Sky Egg takes it's time in fully opening but in the moment it finally splits further along the spreading crack a loud dull *SNAP* can be heard. The shell unfolds itself forthwith, a profound force as that allows for the hatchling to tumble out in a ungraceful heap up the sandy grounds.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< 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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Nimris steps out onto the sands with the others. Turning towards Xheryniiku and Odenyll, bowing low to the gold, the bronze and both their riders. Gulping a bit to expell her nervousness Nimris moves to take her place around the eggs. Her eyes widen, watching the eggs. She takes a place near Mestheye and Alexi.
Marix bows to the gold and bronze clutchparents and then to their riders before he straightens up to take a step out on to the hot sands. He grits his teeth as he moves to join the semi circle of candidates. Marix gets in between Ramiro and Valince as his feet lift up and down trying not to leave his feet on the sand for to long. He is sweating purfusely, both from nervousness and from the extreme heat of the sands.
Irlan moves to his position, standing with Xavier and then both boys give a deep bow to first Xheryniiku and then to Odenyll, eyes going wide as the first of the eggs hatches and they both take a step back.
Ramiro blinks at the eggs before he remembers what he has to do. He moves onto the sands, sand clinging to his toes, then manages to give a deep respectful bow to the clutch parents, both human and dragon part. Then he follows after Marix, trying to stand beside his friend while this crazy event happens. His eyes shift to the wiggling eggs, then he looks at Marix, "Marix..I can't believe this is going down already." He side steps towards into the semi-circle, looking over at Valince as well.
Xheryniiku rumbles softly as she watches each of the candidates bow to her and Odenyll and keeps a comfortable distance between herself and her clutch. After all it is her first clutch hatching and she wants to make sure the candidates are suitable for her little ones.
Mestheye heads on out onto the sands mincing his steps "Hot hot hot hot!" he comments already feeling the heat. Nervously he bows to Xheryniiku, Odenyll, Aika and J'ran giving J'ran a nod of thanks before picking a place he chose from the galleries to stand. Alexi's question draws his attention and he grins "you look like all of us, in a white robe and fine silly." Alexi's given a nudge for the hatchling he blinks "it's starting already? Look! Nim Alexi look!" nerves forgotten in his feet shuffling excitement.
Peadraig had entered with the others, bowed to the sire and dam then moved off on his own a bit to watch the goings on. He looks to be in line with the others but yet he looks to be on his own.
Ketsumei's knees wobble as the first sighting of a dragon is made. Clearing her throat, face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and reaction to the heat of the sands, Ket locks her knees, attempting to stand straight. Naturally, that translates into shaking so much that she nearly falls again. A few deep breaths later, she's at least stable, if not quite comfortable. Hand is held out, seeking someone else's for comfort, reassuring smile saying she's doing it for someone else's comfort. She's almost not afraid to look how she feels; almost.
Valince stand on his tips toes briefly and stretches up to peek at the eggs before he can even step onto the sands. He grips his robe tighly ans his knuckles seem to be going white. He gives his respect to Xheryniiku and Odenyll before slipping nearly prancing over the sands to stand neat Marix and Ramiro. A chitter radiates from this very nervous candidate as his eye move quickly to a cracking egg and the hatchling spilling from it.
Anyea exhales very slowly in surprise as she notices the first hatchling, her shaking, nervous hands still twitching slightly at the end of her rope belt. The whole scene is taken in with one wide gaze: dam, the sire, their riders, the galleries, the shaking eggs, and the first hatchling of the night. "Wow." is all she can say, clearly surprised at the sight.
Kalika moves out onto the sands, lagging just a bit behind the general group. A steady bow is given to Xheryniiku, then to Odenyll, a nervous smile gracing her tanned face. She sidesteps once, then moves quickly over to the main group with mincing steps, "Ow...." Her eyes suddenly skirt sideways as she catches a glimpse of the first to break shell, "Oh."
Dancing Popcorn Hatchling shakes itself over and stretches out its small wings. The white glistens softly and then a first step. Shards are soon enough left behind and body moves with precise determination towards the line of candidates.
Patriotic Stars and Stripes Egg shudders, then moves a bit, almost as if to awaken, A flicker of movement along the shell and then silence and stillness.
Nimris stares with wide eyes at the first hatchling. Holding her breath, only when stars dance before her eyes does she remember, she has to breath. Standing very still, she dosn't seem to notice the heat of the sands, least not yet.
Alexi doesn't seem all that impressed with the hatching thus far, squinting at the rocking eggs and the new hatchling before shrugging her shoulders. "That's what eggs are /supposed/ to do, Mes. They hatch into dragons." A thoughtful pause. "Unless it's another species. Well, /dragon/ eggs hatch into dragons." And she smirks, satisfied that she knows something Mes doesn't.
Ramiro takes a step back at the sight of the first hatchling, then he rights himself quickly. One cannot be scared at a time like this. Instead of concentrating on the hatchling he watches his friends, wondering what is going on with them. His mouth goes dry as he turns his eyes back on the hatchlings, not sure what to say at a moment like this.
Odenyll rumbles in excitement, giving the first hatchling a greeting and Xhery a proud warble as if he's saying <<See I told you so!>> J'ran laughs but nods to Aika "Good I certainly hope so! His attention falls to the first hatchling and he waits watching it and the candidates."
Anyea chews on her bottom lip, torn between watching the twitching eggs and the white hatchling heading towards the rest of the candidates. Shaking her head a moment, she begins to shift from foot to foot to keep the heat from seeping through the soles of her sandals to her feet.
Byzanta watches as the baby dragon moves, she shifts her weight slightly and wipes her palms on her robe before clenchiung her fists again. Still she watches the hatchling, ready to move aside if need be.
Tamarind gasps softly, elbowing Vyshalani in the ribs as the one white hatchling moves then along the line of candidates. "It's looking us over." The girl then takes a step sideways as she tries to get out of the hatchling's line of view.
Ketsumei catches her breath in her throat, eyes following the very first hatchling in its first movements, another egg's rocking getting a moment's glance. "Amazing," is the only word the bard-candidate can seem to use, and she uses it with a look that's all too appropriate. Hand not finding another, it clutches to the side of her robe, already sweaty palms dried on the fabric. Swallowing ever so slightly, the young woman decides to take a step back. "I'm tall enough, right?" Who she's speaking to is a good question.
Marix nods to Ramiro as he stands beside his best friend as he oos when the first hatchling comes out of it's egg, "Oh that is a handsome one." Marix admires the hatchling as he looks to Valince and Ramiro. He takes a deep breath and swallows his heart that had been in his throat before he lifted up his feet again to keep them from frying like eggs on a frying pan.
Xheryniiku gives a soft and loving croon towards Odenyll. <<I know you did.>> She focuses on the first of her hatchlings to hatch and gives a loving croon to the little white one as if reassuring it to go and find its soulmate.
Mestheye laughs softly "Alexi your silly." Mes comments "of course they hatch into dragons but maybe one of them will be yours or mine!" a soft yelp and he's moving from foot to foot "Sand's really hot too." he comments as an aside then nudges Nim "breath Nim" a grin appears.
Irlan is watching with more curiousity than he usually shows, not even moving his feet nervously as the first hatchling wanders on down the line, too caught up in glancing at it, watching where it may go.
Dancing Popcorn Hatchling moves quietly across the short expanse between candidate and hatchling. Steps take it first to Vyshalani and Tamarind. But a snort quickly follows, not for this one and ninty degrees body turns, moving along the line of candidates until something is caught, or someone to be more accurate as Byzanta comes into sight.
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cirrus-Nimbus Rays of Silver Epheryll ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Soft floating clouds of ray-shimmered silver smoothly grace along the planes of a misty pale effervescent off-white, glimmering in full glorious bloom--sharp runes of a deep richer silvers dance along the broad expanse allotted for such designs to be displayed upon. The slightest of movements from said dragon lady allows for the glistening softness to ripple in fluid waves, muscles taunt underneath the fairly scintilling scales. Sails a translunscent white with softly blended metallic sparkles stretch along strong sleekly sinewed limbs. The colours gently caress along the backside, underbelly, along the tail and neck--the conglomerate of the pale shades with a soft undercoating of faint transluscent blue. Silvery-blue 'cloud' formations dance near her head, making for what seemingly is a decorative design, tapering to a tender soft-white upon the finely formed muzzle.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
Aika looks over to J'ran and smiles as she sees the first egg crack open to release its occupant. "Well that's a beautiful one, and a silver? We needed a new silver that's for sure." She claps vervantly. "Congratulations Byzanta!" She smiles brightly.
Patriotic Stars and Stripes Egg is still, almost as if the world around it is holding it's breath, then suddenly cracks ripple over the surface shattering egg's beauty.
Ramiro grabs onto his collar and tugs it away from his chest as he watches the eggs, then the hatchling then his pals. He blinks as he watches the white dragonet turn into a beautiful silver. "Wow." He nudges Marix, "It was a she dragon." He laughs nervously as there is no way to tell which dragon is which until they impress.
Xavier gives a short glance over toward the newest bonding, a smile creasing his face as Byzanta is chosen by a silver and he gives her a thumbs up sign.
J'ran ooohs "Look! A silver the first one to bond is a silver. That is such good luck Aika!" a grin appears and he calls out his congratulations to the first pair. "Congratulations Byzanta! Yeah she is Aika." he adds Oden can't help but croon his approval preening a bit like a proud father.
Byzana reaches out with a hand and stokes the silver neck, "Yes Epheryll we'll get you some food directly" nad the pair moves off to the alcove.
Upon the sands the We Love Green! Egg stirs. Gentle at first, as though a soft breeze has pushed and tilted one end just enough to allow it a subtle rocking. Shell gleams, tempting, teasing to a future not far off of revelations to rejoice in, for now, settling back to stillness.
Ketsumei is so startled by the bonding of the silver and Byzanta that it takes her a few moments to realize what's happened. Colour is unmistakable, however, so the candidate laughs, allowing some nervous tension to disappate along with it. Hands are brought together in a happy clap. "Congrtulations!" Silver is watched a moment with an utterly awed smile, but the Patriotic Stars and Stripes Egg's movements are her next focus.
Alexi stands on her tiptoes to see who the silver has bonded to, then gives a sad sigh. "Don't know who that was." Oh, the horror. At least she's starting to pay attention to what's going on. "That's one down, ten to go." She smiles brightly, sidling closer to Mes. "Any egg in particular you're interested in, Mes?"
Marix grins as the first bond is made and he claps his hands. He lifts his voice, "Congratulations. That is a beautiful sliver that you have there, Byzanta." Marix nods to Ramiro, "Yeah a very beautiful she dragon." He chuckles as his attention goes back to the eggs to watch them as he continues his little dance on the sands to keep his feet as cool as he can.
Vyshalani stares over towards the bonding Byzana, a frown marring her face as she speaks petulantly toward Tamarind now. "Of course, she bonds first."
Nimris jumps at Mestheye's nudge and words. Giving him a quick smile she blinks as the first dragon hatchling finds her bonded. Fingers brushing over cheeks, she shakes her head, looking away from the pair to look over the eggs. Talking to herself, "Breath, don't forget to breath."
Anyea appears fascinated as the first hatchling bonds, looking very happy as the silver drifts over its hide. "Oh...silver..." comes her usually quiet and shy voice, a very small smile quirking up onto her lips. And as she watches Epheryll and her rider walk off the sands, her eyes fixate upon the other twitching eggs with a thoughtful look.
Peadraig merely smiles as the first pair bond and move off. He smiles and nods at teh pair as they pass him.
Kalika rubs sweaty hands on her tunic, leaving two smudges of brown-grey in their wake, "Mmm... They're so beautiful. Though, a little.. odd." She tilts her head to one side, her tail of obsidian curls, she calls out a congratulations to Byzanta, refraining from one of her usually ostentatious greetings, "Well done!" One hand reaches up to wave at the bonded pair. "I wonder what one is next..." I doesn't occur to Kali that she's actually talking to herself.
Patriotic Stars and Stripes egg explodes, as young draggonet suddenly pops it's head up! It's time! There's a yawn and stretch, then a silent exodus from shell's remains.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Muted Chalk-White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This gangly-looking hatchling seems to have missed the burnishing step of its development, for its scaly hide displays not a flicker or flash of shimmering hue. There's a clouded quality to each and every scale that links with its brethren to extend in nearly-featureless fashion as cloak and veil for all its leanly supple muscle. Misty patches of creamier white ply along its sleek-slim sides in a patternless wash that fades away into nothing at the base of a broad-sculpted tail which is defined by the play of light and shadow. Eyes of ruby possess all the scintillating fire that its mute hue seems to lack, their elegant sparkle portraying but a hint of the creature's spirit. The gound-up remnants of chalky dust envelope its wings, which are strikingly elegant in their tapering design, the sparest hint of starry brilliance just reflecting from their spars to be mirrored in ebon-sharp talons' shine. Its slender neck is wound about with a curling streamer of palest butter that coils around a graceful muzzle before blurring away into nothing at all. <Desc'd by Taeryn>
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Valince breathes shallowly as the white moves along and seems to be studying the candidates it stops and claims Byzanta "Such a lovely little thing." This to no one particular as he calls out softly "Congtats Byzanta." He sighs a bit wistfully and watches the pair be led from the sands before turning his attention to the eggs and hatchlings excaping from them.
K'ndra nods as the first to bond is Silver. "Nice looking dragon there."
Mestheye calls out his congratulations "congratulations Byzanta!" he asks both beside him "Isn't she beautiful?" admiration in his eyes he has to remember to breath and move though the sand reminds himself to do so. He watches now avidly shaking his head no at Alexi "I couldn't decide." he admits with a sheepish grin "they all are pretty."
Ramiro watches the bonded pair go off before his eyes sweep back over towards the remaining eggs. He bites his bottom lip, canting his head to look through his brownish locks. He then lifts his brows as the new hatchling emerges, "Look it that one. It's a nice looking dragon, don't you two think?"
It is the We Love Green! Egg again. This time, the stirring surely its own. Shell twitching, rocking in a more steady rythym. No stillness returns, only rocking, wobbling, twitching and then the first crack. A small thing it is at first, barely noticable upon the shell but with each twitch it grows a bit more, more and more until its presence is undeniable.
Ketsumei's mouth begins to form an 'o' once the newest dragonet is recognized, but she pauses in mid-formation and tilts her head, eyebrows furrowing in puzzlement. "That's a curious looking one, don't you think? Pretty in its own way, of course, but not... flashy, I guess." Neither of the candidates to either side of her are listening, sos he's speaking to herself. Despite noticing We Love Green! Egg's twitching, Ket pays special attention to the hatchling, as it poses more 'threat.'
Galatea moves nervously, speaking now and then with Tamarind although she seems more to be wanting to be by herself for a moment, even to taking a step or two away from the other candidates near her.
Anyea fidgets a bit, settling upon her left foot for a good while before shifting back to her right foot, her eyes now settling upon the Chalky White Hatchling with a bit of a smile. "Looks like he's sleepy." comes her comment to whoever is standing next to her, a very soft chuckle escaping her as she lifts a hand to cover her mouth.
Marix blinks as the egg that he exploded and he aws, "It's a beautiful hatchling." He smiles brightly as he locks his sights on the hatchling, "Yeah it's a very nice looking dragon. Someone is going to very happy." Marix wipes his forehead and wrings his hands free of the sweat. He licks his licks and takes some more deep breaths. Marix isn't going to hyperventalate and faint right here on the sands.
Muted Chalk-White Hatchling seems to blink at the brightness that appears as it shakes some of its egg goo and shards of its egg off its scales. Once done its meticulous duty of drying its wings off being well confident that its ready, it starts it more steady task of finding its soulmate.
J'ran speaks to Aika "One down..10 to go right?" he teases with a light grin head turning to give Aika a wink though gaze goes to the second hatchling and the rocking egg to watch.
Nimris keeps her eyes roaming, looking between the newest dragon hatchling, smiling encouragingly. Her gaze moves to the green egg though and she gives a grin, thats one of her favorits. Calling after Byzanta with congratulations.
Alexi snorts, crossing her arms over her chest and managing not to shift her feet around too much. "'All so pretty'? Whatever happened to the personalities, Mes? Don't tell me that you're one of those guys who judges by appearances only." She sniffs, offended. "I pegged you for smarter than that."
Anyea exhales slowly again, reaching up to run her fingers through her now mostly-dry hair as she keeps a steady gaze upon the Chalk-White Hatchling. Each candidate nearby is looked at thoughtfully, as if she's betting in her mind who the hatchling might end up going to.
Mestheye :snorts at Alexi "Of course I don't. I have my favorite but I don't want to say just yet." that way he can't be disappointed see. "Sides the eggs don't make the dragons." a grin appears and he watches chalk-white "Interesting." His words soft.
Ketsumei squints her eyes and shies away from whatever goo and egg shards may be flying; little chance they may hit her, perhaps, but it's better to be safe than go blind (even temporarily) for not being so. Danger passed, Ket allows an unadulteredly bright grin, watching the hatchling without bothering to say a word anymore.
Ramiro goes silent for a moment, not that he's going to be heard over the rest of the chatter that is swirling around on the sands. Towards Marix he nods, "Perhaps it's going to make you happy?" He smiles fondly at his friend, though his eyes to manage to make paths back to the hatchling and the rest of the eggs.
The crack grows ever more upon the green, green shell of the We Love Green! Egg. It grows and grows beaneath the twitching and rocking until it again meets itself. There is a moments pause, that surprise when ones work is accomplished and all that is left is to stand and admire it. A final push the hatchling within gives, and off comes half of the shell, plopping to the sand and leaving the glistening white hatchling to consider its accomplishment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Coconut Cream Coated White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What a tranquil and soothing vision is presented by the smoothed and sweeping lines of this particular hatchling. Perhaps slender and less-defined than some of its clutchsiblings, there is, nevertheless, a sleek and sinuous elegance to the flowing motions exhibited by this creature, which seems almost uncannily aware of its own image. The striking impact of its inherent grace is often thereby spoilt in somewhat comical fashion, for the petite creature accomplishes this more often than not by coiling a neck coated in burnished shades of pearl over a narrow shoulder or even down between its forelegs. Wings extend during these feats to protect its newbirthed balance, globs and runnels of cream and coconut spilling in lazy, dribbled fashion from the peaks of defining spars along the sheer sheets of its sails, and then down, to drop and cluster upon feet that terminate in muted silver talons. A roughened pattern etches the tiny scales which flow from hindquarters to the tip of a whip-lithe tail with tiny, random ridges that resemble the moistened flakes of the palm's fruit encased in a melted jacket of rich, white chocolate. Its eyes are darkened opals, polished and grey, reflecting the gentility of its curious spirit. <Desc'd by Taeryn>
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Aika looks over as a new hatchling appears from the Patriotic Stars and Stripes Egg. "Well they don't seem to be wasting their time. There's a neat looking one." Xheryniiku gives a warble-crooned greeting to the newest arrival of her clutch as she leans down her muzzle to give it a gentle nudge-like motion towards the candidates. "Well it looks like it'll definitely be a fine clutch. I wonder what color that one will be?" She points towards the muted chalk hatchling as Xheryniiku stays close to Odenyll.
Kalika peers rather awkwardly towards the latest dragon to crack it's shell. She breathes in with delight, a grin twitching across her face. One eye keeps a careful watch over We Love Green! Egg, though her gaze tilts every so often between the newest hatchling and the soon-to-be-hatchling. A bright chuckle escapes her lips as he begins to dry his wings, "Ah.. A fussy one!"
Marix grins as he doesn't take his eyes off the white hatchling, "Here the hatchling goes. Off to find it's bond." He looks between Valince and Ramiro before he looks back at the white hatchling, "Go on little one...find your bond." Marix says quietly as he offers encouragement to the hatchling. He looks at Ramiro for a moment, "That would be nice, but he could make you happy too." Marix goes back to watching now two hatchlings, who will they go to.
Anyea pushes herself up onto her tiptoes, appearing to become rather more interested in the newly hatched dragonet, judging by the small smile on her face. "Oh. That one is very nice." she murmurs, tilting her head to one side, "Almost could be a dancer..." Although, other than these few complements, she doesn't bother to say any more. It would appears her nerves have still laid claim on most of her speech.
Irlan turns his head rapidly, trying to keep both a watch on the coconut hatchling and then toward the chalky colored one, glancing back and forth enough to make himself nearly dizzy.
Nimris's mouth forms a 'Oooo' as the Green egg hatches into the Creamy coated hatchling. She nudges Mestheye lightly, giving him a grin as she starts to shift, her feet unable to take the stillness any longer. Gaze shifting she watches the two hatchlings apon the sands.
J'ran shrugs "Hard to say Aika." he grins as he watches Muted-chalk white "I won't even guess however I'm sure it will pick the perfect bond given time." eyes twinkle "Yes they seem to be in a hurry. Guess they got their sire's impatience and restlessness." he has to tease bronze whom rumbles. J'ran comments "And another and oh that's a nice one too."
Valince shuffles his feet quickly as the heat starts to burn his feet. His shuffles take him closer to Ramiro and Marix and he can't stop himself from giggling and grinning. "I bet he goes for you Marix." Eyes eyes drift quickly back to the white hatchlinga "Oohh. That one is darling." A hand moves up and wipe at his face and tug a stran of hair from his eyes.
Xavier moves to step closer to Tamarind, speaking softly with the girl as she stays on his right side and he seems somewhat amused at something she says, turning back to the hatchlings then with a grin.
Alexi eyes Mestheye warily, not totally satisfied with his response. "If you say so, Mes. I think you're just.." She waves her hand. "I don't know /what/ you are, but you sure are /something/." With that, she fixes her gaze on the hatchlings, pointedly 'ignoring' her friend. For now, anyway.
Peadraig watches the hatchlings move about. His eyes track first one then another, his only movement the 'sands dance' shifting his weight from foot to foot.
Ramiro nods slowly, fingers clenching onto the sides of his robe now, wipping away the sweat in his palms. He smirks, "We'll see." That's all he manages to say for the time being. He leans forward alittle to peer over at Valince, "See he agrees with me." Chuckling he shifts in his stance, crossing his arms and picking up a guard stance, more comfortable that way.
Mestheye :turns his attention to the coconut cream hatchling, and merely grins at Alexi lopsidedly "well yeah I am that's what makes me special you see." he chuckles "last I checked I was a human male at least." he gives Nim a wink then studies both hatchlings urging under his breath "wonder whom your going to pick..hmm?"
Ketsumei blinks quite a bit upon noting the appearance of the second white hatchling. With an almost painfully bewildered look, the candidate glances between the coconut cream one and the chalky one. "Two? But I can't watch both of them at once!" Her robe is nervously tugged at, though thankfully stitches are more sturdy than to come apart for it.
Coconut Cream Coated White Hatchling blinks a few times and then arches, body stretchign now that it is free of the shell's cramped confines. Admiration indeed for this acocmplishment and muzzle goes to the shards, sniffing with vague curiosity. There must be something though whihc gets its attention. A sound perhaps, soem variation in the hum which brings the hatchlings head back up quickly to look with a bright alterness about. Slowly tension fades from the figure and movement is to be had, a first step taken, fingers wriggling as they slide into the sands.
Marix blushes at them both, "Just shush. It knows who it wants to go to. No matter what we think. Just watch out so you don't get hurt, if your bond should come for you." He doesn't deny he would like to impress a dragon, but he would like the dragon to go over to whom it is perfect for. Marix's eyes go back and forth between to the two hatchlings as he watches them make their way to the candidates to pick their bonds.
Kalika turns just in time to catch the last of We Love Green! Egg, "Oh ...wow, that one is stunning." Stormy grey eyes lock upon the coconut hatchling, torn between the dilemma of having two dragons either side. Contentedly, she flickers her vision here and there, sometimes dropping it to her red, raw-feeling feet. Every now and then, a few 'owws' and 'ohhs' escape as she watches on nervously. Beadlets of sweat trickle down her forehead, falling from her chin to be gobbled up in the steamy vapour of the sands.
Anyea stands up rather straight, shifting from foot to foot with the same 'candidate dance' that the others are going through. Icy blue eyes remain upon the Chalky-White Hatchling for a little bit before they flicker back towards the Coconut Cream Hatchling, perhaps more interested in the latter than the former. Still, she even manages to spare a glance towards some of her favorite eggs that have yet to start twitching.
Muted Chalk-White Hatchling doesn't seem to waste much time as it starts off towards a group of candidates, making its way looking rather critically at some of the boys in the group and then at some of the girls, after all its decision affects both its life and the candidate it chooses, but of course its not like this hatchling doesn't know that as it makes its way closer to a young woman with light wavy blonde hair that seems to have her focus on its new clutch sibling to arrive on the scene. Well time to get her attention that's it! Hey! Hello there, over here!
Galatea is busy with staying away from the circular line of candidates, as best that she can, trying always to keep a body between her and any of the hatchlings that are busy, walking on the sands.
Alexi allows a smirk. "I should hope so. If you're not a human male, then you've sure got a lot of explaining to do." Momentary anger is forgotten, and she sidles a step or two closer. "What color do you think that one'll end up?" Coconut Cream hatchling is gestured to. "I'm thinking.. blue." An educated guess, no doubt.
Ketsumei watches Muted Chalk-White Hatchling a moment longer before all signs of stress created by two hatchlings disappear, a satisfied smirk replacing it. "Well, looks like that one's chosen." Duly noted, attention drifts easily back to the Coconut Cream Coated White Hatchling, though the occasional flicker goes towards the first in case she was wrong.
Ramiro chuckles as Marix blushes, that's the first. After he slows his chuckling he manages to get out, "You are right Marix, they know where to go. All I'm saying is that it could go to you." Nudging the other he returns his attentions to those hatchlings on the sands. "I wonder.." He says lightly as he wants to know who bonds to those great looking dragons.
Nimris runs her hands down her sides, sweaty palms drying against her robe. She grins at the hatchlings antics. The other eggs are given glances now and then but of course it's the two hatchlings that have her attention. Feet shifting, she jumps when sand is deposited on top of her foot.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Muted Chalk-White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Center of the Earth Red Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deep crimson red is meshed with glistening yellows, whites and blues to dance over hide of this dragon. Scales gleaming with an aurora of color, liquid metal that glistens when the sun shifts over hide. Along his muzzle a shade of deep yellow appears, which lightens as it flows upwards, to eye ridges which appear as a a pale yellow, that lightens as it sparkles downwards to a pure white at the tip of muzzle, only to flows in a liquid fire down over his neck to turn to a bright blue with hints of orange and red speckling through the blue, as it flows down over his back like a molten river blue darkens, to pure orange, and then deep crimson red to ooze down back and over tail. Big for a red he's built strong and lithe, muscles and body lean, flexible and quick, but he's not lacking in spite of his leanness, it appears he's inherited that ropy corded leanness and length of his mother and father. Crimson streaks along deep flanks, intermingled with gold to make him appear long. Talons of crimson are tipped in white and sharp as a sword. Large for a red he's still very quick and has wonderful endurance, able to show off in the skies and still come home with plenty of energy. Delicate wings when spread in flight gleam with crimson fire over the top of the sails, unmarred by any other colors so that his wings seem to flow through the skies with a luster of light.
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Cymru Draconis Egg suddenly halts all movement, as it once more comes to rest in the sands, a breathe of silence with no movment, it waits and waits, and waits, then suddenly it seems to explode into movement cracks ribbing whole of egg.
J'ran waits with abated breath watching red and candidate with a grin. Aika's given a nudge and Oden bugles his congratulations to newly bonded pair.
Coconut Cream Coated White Hatchling looks down at its hand as the grains of sand slide around. What an amazing feeling and it bleats in amused joy. The first new 'thing' and quickly enough explored, this earth beneath it fascinating, claws kneading to get a better feel and the rest of the world forgotten as it circles and finally flops and wiggles in the sand. Some other sense seems to tickle it for frame freezes without warning and head tilts back with a soft warble, hindlegs kicked to the air. Oh, what can't it do that? Proper, hmm, the hatchlign rolls back onto its belly, dusted with the sand now and seems to be enjoying itself all to much as sights drift to the white clad ones.
Aika looks on as Xheryniiku bugles to the newest red hatchling as he finds his bond. Aika smiles and starts to clap happily. She looks over to Odenyll and then J'ran. "Well I wonder if Xheryniiku and Odenyll will be this excited when our child is born?"
K'ndra moves to stand near the bonded pair.
Vyshalani gives a gasp as the red bonds then to someone, glancing around as she tries to figure out just who it might be and then ducking her head to whisper a quiet mutter to Tamarind then.
Valince gives a nervous grin to Ramiro and Marix as he tug at his robe and shifts on the burning sands. His gaze goes from one hatchling to the other as he tries to be ready to move out of the way of any charging dragonettes if need be.
Cymru Draconis Egg seems to explode suddenly bits of shell lifting from egg to fly and scatter about the sands. Leaving a gooey hatchling standing exposed to the world.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< 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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Anyea sways, as though somewhat dizzy, taking a small step forward and looking down a bit cross-eyed at the red dragon settling before her. Shaking her head, she soon manages to blink her eyes once or twice to straighten her vision enough to look down. "Bharinaku?" comes her faint voice, somewhat surprised and breathless.
Kalika claps her hands together, "Go Anyea! You go girl!" Her eyes light up as one person she sort of know bonds! "Woo!" Quieting down after a moment of unbridled congratulations, Kalika returns her stormy blue-grey gaze back towards the coconut, lips parting slightly as she watches on in ungauarded awe. Not showing the least bit of worry about her slowly roasting feet, Kali keeps her head held high. Imperious and dignified even in the most extreme circumstances.
Ketsumei was right. This is definitely good cause for some smirking. Attention is torn momentarily away from the as-yet-unbonded, spotting the one who's been bonded and nodding her approval as if the process had anything whatsoever to do with her. "Congrats, Anyea! /Be/-/yoo/-/tee/-ful red!" A moment's pause. "Or should I say handsome?" Toothy grin is given, and attention drifts back to where it was. "I think I like you." That to the silly Coconut Cream Covered White Hatchling. And then another one appears? Woe is Ket!
J'ran chuckles "who can say it's a bit different than their own." he pauses to watch newly bonded pair and when name is announced "He calls out a congratulations to newly bonded pair. Congratulations Bharinaku! Anyea!"
Anyea moves closer to Bharinaku.
K'ndra smiles at Anyea "Why don't you and Bharinaku follow me, hmm?" she motions to the alcove with a smile.
K'ndra moves to the side of the sands.
K'ndra has left.
Anyea moves to the side of the sands.
Anyea has left.
Ramiro leans forward and goes on his tips of his toes as he waits to see who bonded to the red, he's very curious. He grins as he finds out it was Anyea, and over the commotion he calls out to her, "Way to go girl!!"
Nimris giggles as she sees the other hatchling rolling around. Looking back to the red hatchling and the bonded she calls out congratulations to Anyea, "Congratulations!" Not yet seeing the newest hatchling she watches the pair leaving and then to the eggs and the newest hatched.
Mestheye tilts his head to look at Muted Chalk-white and then Coconut, head is shook "dunno blue huh?" he eyes the lines of the hatchling "maybe silver I really am a terrible guesser why'd you ask me?" he gives Nim an encouraging grin, before looking back at muted and watching it quietly with the candidate. A soft "ooooooooo a red!" is heard and a congratulatory "Anyea! wooo! Congratulations!" then as an aside to Alexi he comments "See told you I couldn't guess."
Marix just watches the hatchlings as he tries to compose his face into the experessionless look that usually comes so naturally to him. He nods to Ramiro, "I know." Marix offers Ramiro and Valince a smile as he goes back to watching the hatchlings. As the hatchling bonds Marix claps his hands in congratulations to the new pair, "Congratulations Anyea." Marix offers them a bright smile before he turns his attention back to the other hatchling. He offers silent words of encoragment under his breath as he waits and watches. Marix blinks as there is another hatchling on the sands, "My so many nice hatchlings. It is a very beautiful clutch."
K'ndra moves onto the sands.
K'ndra has arrived.
Alexi continues to consider the hatchling rolling about on the sands. "Or maybe a green. Might be red. Your guess is as good as mine." Pause, mutter. "Might be insane, too." Ahem. "It sure does seem to be.. excited.. about hatching, doesn't it? I don't recall being that happy when /I/ was born." Anyea's bonding gets a rather blank stare. "Hm. Should give her a confidence boost, at least."
Xavier calls out his congratulations towards Anyea, then he mutters toward Vyshalani, before it's back to staring then at the hatchlings as they wander, keeping a close eye on the two that are currently hatched.
Aika looks over as she sees the newest of the hatchlings arrive as well as the one before. "Well they are a good size that's for sure J'ran, they look very strong and will make good additions to our wings here. What do you think the colors of the two on the sands are...I think Xheryniiku knows more than she lets on honestly." She has her hand over her stomach and laughs. "Oh my our little one kicked." She motions for J'ran's attention.
Coconut Cream Coated White Hatchling snorts and gets to its feet once again. Hunger knaws at it and there is a new urgency to stumblign step as to the candidates it goes. Line is nowhere near straight. Well at first straight, but then whom it seeks must not be directly in front and to one side steps swerve. Such that when it finally arrives at the line it comes to a stop in front of Irlan and Xavier. The hatchling looks between the two quite intensely and then gives a hapyp croon, pouncing to one side on its chosen.
With a triumphant cry the Coconut Cream Coated White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fissured Faultline Brown Huaku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slowly time erodes the mountains which have been thrust high by geologic forces almost unimaginable. These peaks push ever upwards, the glistening sails stretched sturdily between the stratum of spars, and between indeed the brown cascades in hues mixed with an occasional layer of quartz, or darkened volcanic ash. The smoothness of the membrane speaks of wind polishing the stone, scouring away any imperfections to leave behind this solid sturdy fellow. The sails which themselves will one day sweep the air, continuing the elements endless work against mountains such as he, converge upon a back who's ridges jut out sharply and the fault responsible for such upheaval easily traced. There it is two continents meet head to head. Each one unforgiving of the other, but inevitable one is overcome and the other the victor to thrust skywards while its rival is subsumed. Such competition is never easily wrought and the violence of their struggle has left it mark. Body swells below his wings, a bit on the stocky side, scales polished of earthen hues, mixing across his frame in quite a handsome fashion. Between each the fissures have wrought, leaving a sometimes dusty, sometimes darkened trail between the scales. It adds a bit of dash to one who seems so calm, who moves so steady, the unhurried shifting of earth on silver talons. Tail swings out behind, the fault tracing down its top line, ridges pushing back and forth much the same upon his neck. The serpentine curve seems at odds with the linear stratum, ending in a broad, well defined head. Massive jaws part in a trickle of humor to reveal the gleaming sharp teeth within, echoing in the calm of opal eyes, polished slightly gray, set within a masking darkened umber strip.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
Valince watches quietly and gives a happy smile as Anyea and her new red lifemate are led from the sands. Giving a hopeful look out over the hatchlings and eggs, he swipes at his sweatly face and tries to dry his hands in his damp robe.
Ketsumei almost looks sad when the more-or-less playful white finds a male candidate, but she offers her smile and congratulations all the same. Lingering glances lay on the brown, but she finds noting the other white, as yet unchecked, far more important. Alexi's comments earn an amused snicker. "That's true, but how much do you remember about being born?"
Tsarina> From the Sands, Xav'er glances toward his new bond in shock. "Huaku? Of course, I'm here. And you're here." Well, he's a bit confused in the shock but he moves closer to the brown, needing to touch that dark hide.
Xav'er glances toward his new bond in shock. "Huaku? Of course, I'm here. And you're here." Well, he's a bit confused in the shock but he moves closer to the brown, needing to touch that dark hide.
Mestheyeturns his attention back to coconut cream and has to laugh, he can't help himself the sand coated dragonnet gets a laugh and a blink "wow...that was..like fast." he watches the pair being led off brows furrowing faintly, a brown just as he'd hoped for silently. He reaches up to bite at a nail as his eyes drift over the rest of the eggs calling out "Cangratulations to the two newest pair "Grats Xav'er Huaku."
Ripples of lines form first on the shell, showing where relatively soon Distinctly Burnished Egg will crack and then of a necessity break open. Still, for the moment the shell stays together, with the time not quite right for it to fall to pieces and let loose the hatchling it contains within.
Nimris grins at the change within the hatchling, from white to brown. Calling out good luck to the two. Feet shifting, gaze moving between eggs and those already hatched.
Alexi wrinkles her nose. "Brown. Should've known. It was so terribly obvious!" She shakes her head and sighs at her overwhelming stupidity. "Can't /believe/ I didn't see that one as brown." Ketsumei's question gets a blink. "Quite a lot, actually. More than most people ever know about when /they/ were born." She doesn't elaborate.
Marix watches one of the other hatchlings bonds and he claps again as he moves his feet, "Congratulations." He calls out again to the bonded pair. Marix's attenion goes to the hatchling that is left on the sand and he smiles at the hatchling, "Go find your bond little one." He encourages the hatchling as he looks in between Valince and Ramiro again before he looks back at the white hatchling.
J'ran adds with a blink "they seem in a great deal of hurry huh?" J'ran comments watching brown suddenly get up and pick. "congratulations xav'er and Huaku!" his eyes drift back over the eggs silently.
Translucent Dewdrop White Hatchling seems to have come to the very first of many crossroads to choose from in its life as it takes its time cleaning itself with a shake of its body and wings letting them dry off. It works at getting out of his former home and peers around curiously as it haphazardly stumbles out of its shell with a startled creel and looks around accusingly at the shards. Why do you trip me up so? He seems to almost waddle as he makes his way down off the mound his egg was upon and starts off to a group of boys. He knows who he wants as he heads towards them and especially a boy named Tamarind seems to have caught his interest.
With a triumphant cry the Translucent Dewdrop White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
Ripples of lines form first on the shell, showing where relatively soon Distinctly Burnished Egg will crack and then of a necessity break open. Still, for the moment the shell stays together, with the time not quite right for it to fall to pieces and let loose the hatchling it contains within.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep Sea's Ocean Ritanku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dark blue edges the muzzle of this dragon, flickered with starlight, light dancing over dark blue hide, before darkness creeps its way upwards along eye ridges painting scales in midnight hues. Lapis Lazuli edges neck ridges and speckles of gold flash brightly before the blue deepens to sapphire as it slides down along his neck. Shoulders are stocky and lightened by grey to a winter sky shade before the color darkens to gunmetal blue along his barrel chest. Indigo hues leap from ridge to ridge as it drifts down along his tail and gives those ridges a faintly purplish sheen. Wings start out frosted a powdery blue before the shade deepens into shimmering water shades of topaz which glides over wingsails while velvety royal blue teases along his ailerons. Delicate fingers of pale blue continue to trace along the underside of wings and bleed into darker hide before thin bands trace to his belly in that same pale blue hue. Navy drifts downwards over foreclaws, darkening to a deep onyx in color and gleam with the sharpness of a sword.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
Ketsumei blinks at Alexi's whole string of comments, sidling that little extra distance from her, even if it doesn't make a difference. "Okay..." No elaboration is necessary, apparently. Finding something more tasteful to watch, or at least less confusing, the Translucent Dewdrop White Hatchling -- and its choice -- gets a rapid string of blinks. "Quick. Congratulations! Pretty blue."
Within the Lines this one no longer wants to stay. Temptations draw it forth in a first tentative wobble. A test against the boundaries to see if they will hold, or if they will give, and as no interference is to be had, a second stronger wobble follows in quick succession.
Ramiro lets out his breath as another bonds, "This is going quite fast. I can't believe they bond so quickly." He claps slowly for the new fledgling pair, not really knowing them but then what the heck, you can't know everyone. He catches Marix's look and widdens his eyes, his jitters coming to a peak now as he begins to actually tremble.
Tamarind is suddenly berefit, of the one he was talking with as Xav'er leaves the sands and so he of a necessity turns then toward Vyshalani then, nerves showing as he moves back and forth, restless. Then, he's bonded with Ritanku and he moves closer to his new lifemate, waving a goodbye to Vyshalani as he becomes Tam'rind now.
Mestheye blinks and nudges the girls "is it me or are they picking very fast?" he calls out another congratulations gaze shifting over the eggs again. Best start paying attention he might miss something. He's looking bewildered now too dancing on the sands from foot to foot.
Kalika waves her hands around and claps a number of times as .. someone bonds, "Well done!" Though something else captures her stormy grey eyes, something pearly white that flickers brightly in the midst of such chaos. "Mm... Oh, that one is -very- beautiful.." She gasps as it draws closer, backing up just a tad, yet still with her proud stance intact. Translucent Dewdrop White Hatchling is just stared at, rather rudely, but none the less. Kalika watches on, and calls out yet another congratulations to the newly bonded pair, "Well done!"
Nimris shakes her head, giving a low whistle of apprication, "Wow he knew who he wanted." grinning, calling to the pair leaving, "Congrats!" her gaze returning to the sands, the eggs, and of course the hatchlings.
Peadraig watches as all the others impress. He smiles as each pair passes then goes back to watching the hatchlings.
Marix blinks as the hatchling doesn't waste any time in bonding, "Congratulations." He offers and then looks out on to the sands. They are void of hatchlings at the moment and he he takes a deep breath before he looks to Ramiro. Seeing his friend trembling he takes a hold of Ramiro's hand and gently squeezes it. "It's going to be all right Ramiro." Marix offers his friend a comforting smile.
Then it happens, Distinctly Burnished Egg falls to merest scraps of shell that then litter the sands of the hatching grounds and letting loose the Pale Patina of Rosepetals White Hatchling. A quick glance this way and then that before a slight shake of its wings and it settles down to the business at hand.
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Delicate perfection dwells within the smoothly curved lines of this pristine hatchling's form. Its tenderly-moulded haunches and slim forequarters are sleek with the promise of fleet speed and a lanky endurance, yet have been touched by the elegance of honest beauty. It's in the posture this white creature keeps, an erect carriage that makes more splendourous the delicate display of half-outstretched wings. Frilled sails of gossamer and silk extend gently to capture the benediction of the gathering light, permitting soft luminescence to dance and shimmer along patterns wrought by finely-buffed scales that converge, one upon the other, to perfect the image of flower petals. Overlapping buds and blossoms smooth in gracious design along its wings, tilting to spill a cascading bridal bouquet of smothered ivory roses down its spine and sides. Palest brushstrokes of washed-light rose and peach and carnelian may almost be seen in the valleys of sculpted ridges and along the muscle of this fledgling's neck. A teasing flutter of individual petals effervesces along its muzzle and all down its lithe tail's length. Palest quartz in rosy hue comprises its eyes, setting off a rainbow of pastel-pearls to glimmer about those orbs, almost like a pair of invisible spectacles. <Desc'd by Taeryn>
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Alexi tilts her head, allowing Mestheye a slow nod. "Aye, you could say that. How many eggs are left, anyway? I lost count awhile back." Sigh. "Knew I shouldn't have been paying attention to the hatchlings. Nothing but distractions." Fingers idly rub at her chin as her voice drops to a mumble. "Need to stop betting, too. Can't be good. At least while I'm on the sands.."
Valince glances over and gives Ramori a worried look and leans a bit closer "IT's going to be ok Ramiro. you will see. He reaches out as if to give his friend's shoulder a friendly squeeze. His eues flicker to Marix briefly and gives a nervous giggle and shrugs some before once more turning his atention tot he searching hatchlings.
Ketsumei watches what eggs are making movements for a moment. When a hatchling appears, though, she stops looking at the shells and nearly swoons at the sight. "You are beautiful," she murmurs to the new white, whether or not she's even certain her voice will carry that far. Hands are absently brushed against her robe to dry them, just after running over her forehead to keep drops from falling into her eyes. The unpleasantness of a beautiful moment -- or something.
Mestheye shakes his head gaze falling to the rosepetal white "No clue Alexi." his comment soft "Try counting them." he suggests with a mild grin "probably a good idea might lose -really- bad." his comment soft. He offers friend a grin before gaze shifts towards Nim "Hey you doing okay there?"
Tsarina> From the Sands, Galatea is trying to stay behind Vyshalani, peeking around the other girl now and then to watch the newest hatchling as it settles on the sands, glancing around for its bond and she just shakes her head.
Galatea is trying to stay behind Vyshalani, peeking around the other girl now and then to watch the newest hatchling as it settles on the sands, glancing around for its bond and she just shakes her head.
Ramiro is barely breathing, his heart is in his throat. As his hand is taken he looks over towards Marix, nodding slowly at the comforting words. "I sure hope so Marix." He uses his free hand to wipe his forehead of sweat, eyes making there way back towards the hatchlings. At the shoulder squeeze he smirks at Valince, "Thanks.." He takes a deep breath, casting his eyes back towards the eggs and the hatchlings. Perhaps this is the only time when Ramiro has been truelly nervous, it's something he cannot control, thus is fearful of the hatching.
Marix smiles as another hatchling is born and he gives Ramiro's hand another squeeze, "Isn't that a lovely hatchling Ramiro and Valince." He grins at them both as he is starting to relax a little on the sands and the nervousness he felt in the begining is slowly fading away. Marix adjusts his feet on the sands as he tries not to let them stay in one spot to long. The heat of the sands is almost unbearable through the sands.
Irlan shrugs as he watches the other candidates, staying just a trifle away from them as he watches, not really having gotten to know any of them with how late he was searched to stand.
Aika looks over to J'ran in awe, "This is going so quick, can you believe it?" Xheryniiku seems quiet pleased with her clutch and their choices as she nuzzles with Odenyll. Aika gives a warm smile to her bondmate showing how pleased she is with her Queen. She says softly to J'ran. "Well it won't be long before we have a 'hatchling' of our own." Aika smiles brightly, what at first she refused to accept is now an anticipated event.
Nimris chews on her lower lip, hands playing with her gown. At Mestheye's question a quick smile is given and a low reply, "Fine, just anchious." Feet start to shift again though she's carefull not to push hot sand up apon her feet.
Ah, no resistance is yet met. Within the Lines must it stay? Nay! With a awesome shudder it rolls upon a new side. A second kick within sends the egg a-tumblign further, further out of bounds, beyond the comfort of its sandy wallow and then takes a moments rest.
Pale Patina of Rosepetals White Hatchling settles, the business at hand indeed. Tail sways slowly behind as head turns, surveying the sands from one end to the other. Wings sway a bit, drifting in invisible winds to dry and then are pulled a bit tighter to form as this one's journey begins.
A smile is given Aika and J'ran nods the change in her attitude noticed gets a lift of brow "Well seeing as how Oden is so impatient at times yeah I can." he grins "but aren't they picking well?" his words soft he gazes at Aika and offers her a smile "Soon yes."
Ketsumei is no different than some of the others, utterly enamored with the Pale Patina of Rosepetals White on the sands. Having nothing better to with them, still, and finding fidgeting not to her tastes, the candidate clutches to the belt that keeps the robe close to her and from flying open. She doesn't tug on it or anything possibly distracting as that, just holds.
Alexi frowns. "How am I supposed to count them? Too many shards. Can't tell which is an egg and which /was/ an egg." Weight is idly shifted. "Wonder how much longer this is going to last.." She doesn't seem too impressed with the speed of things. "I really need my beauty sleep and my afternoon nap was interrupted." Pout. Pity her.
Aika nods back to J'ran and says softly. "Yes they are picking well. Xheryniiku seems happy with the choices that her children are making." She watches as she sees the Pale Patina of Rosepetals hatchling and smiles. "Now that is a pretty or handsome one, wonder what color it'll be? I know there are a lot of bets that have been done on the eggs, someone's going to be a winner tonight at least on a few I'm betting."
Kalika misses the next hatchling completely, yet turns around in time to 'ooh' and 'ah' like the rest of the candidates, Pale Patina of Rosepetals White Hatchling capturing her undiluted attention wholly with a swish of her pale tail. Tossed waves of blue eyes stare, rosy lips part as she stumbles for something intelligent to say, yet retrieves nothing from her rather large vocabulary, "Uhh.." Fingers search for something to grasp onto, luckily finding her robe as a good enough trophy to cling to. Nervously, she fidgets about, swaying slightly from side to side.
A gathering it is. No movement perceptive, the boundaries so distinctly drawn upon this shell. Yet, while no movement may be apparent on the Within the Lines egg there is a certain feeling. A tension which builds, perceptable even in the galleries, an expectation which is realeased in a sudden burst, an explosion of shards which leaves in its wake a triumphantly calling little white hatchling.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Spun-Sugar Fantasy White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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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J'ran grins at Aika "My guess is green but..well that's my guess." he nods "They have good parents so why wouldn't they?" proud? Naaaaah!"
Irlan watches, head turning to catch something just barely seen as another hatchling moves out of its shell and joins the other on the sands.
Valince looks around and sighs a little when the candidate ranks start to dwindle slowly. Sweat starts to run freely down his face and back now as his robe is soon drenched. He licks his dry lips and and gives a nervouls look back towards his friends. Remaining silent for now, Valince clenches his hand over and over before he starts to ry wash them. Well maybe not so dry since he is drenched in sweat at the moment.
Aika giggles softly at J'ran's answer. "Well they definitely have a good dam and sire. Odenyll must be in the clouds right now." She looks over to the proud bronze Odenyll with a smile. "Yes I think it could be a green, we'll just have to wait and see."
Nimris pinches herself, starting to talk to herself, "Breath you nimwit, they arn't going anywhere but towards all of us." so breath she does. A low breath expelled as Within the Lines brings forth it's treasure, "Now thats a beauty."
Mestheye laughs "no clue Alexi." gaze remains on dragon as he speaks "awwww poor you. Really Alexi you act as if this is an everyday event. It's no....." voice trais off "ooooh Nice!" he exclaims.
Marix watches in semi silent awe as the hatchling begins to make it's trek to find it's bond. He smiles brightly and ooh as another egg hatching and another hatchling is born. "That is a beautiful one too and a loud one too. So many beautiful hatchling." Marix looks over at Valince on his other side and takes his hand as well. He doesn't care what any may think. It's nice to have a comforting hand to hold, especially in a situation like this.
Pale Patina of Rosepetals White Hatchling moves in a steady fashion. Not rushing things, but neither being poky about the business. Shell shards are left behind, forgotten already as those in front take center stage. Head sways back and forth as steps draw body nearer to those which await its arrival, and this one looks eager enough not to dissapoint, sniffling at the first one reached and then movign on without further comment, peering down the line.
Odenyll preens. Of course they are perfect they are his and Xheryniiku's!
Tsarina> From the Sands, Ramiro lowers his eyes towards the sands, he cannot watch any longer. He sighs softly, knowing that he can't cast his eyes down forever. Clearing his mind of all thoughts he merely looks up at the clutch, standing straight and tall once more. Side glancing at Valince he smirks, "Don't worry..." Then over towards Marix he nods once more, "Yes, they are beautiful." Eyes are drawn towards the Pale Patina of Rosepetals hatchling for a moment, then held straight and unblinking.
Ramiro lowers his eyes towards the sands, he cannot watch any longer. He sighs softly, knowing that he can't cast his eyes down forever. Clearing his mind of all thoughts he merely looks up at the clutch, standing straight and tall once more. Side glancing at Valince he smirks, "Don't worry..." Then over towards Marix he nods once more, "Yes, they are beautiful." Eyes are drawn towards the Pale Patina of Rosepetals hatchling for a moment, then held straight and unblinking.
Alexi smirks, crossing her arms once more. "It's not an everyday event, no, but you have to remember that I'm from an Aerie and I'm used to such things." Fingernails are cooly inspected as her gaze subtly shifts to the hatchlings. No, not nervous at all. Really! "This certainly isn't the first time I've seen a hatching."
Deep within the ocean of sand there is a stirring. A wave which builds and breaks across the shell of the Ocean's Rainbow egg, jarring it from its slumber.
Marix smiles as the hatchling continues it's search for it's bond. He looks down at the hatchling as it makes it's way down the line. "Now that is the way to do it. Just go down the line and bond the one you like." Marix chuckles a little as his gazes shifts back and forth between the two hatchling on the sand. He doesn't want to miss a moment of either of them.
Mestheye watches Rosepetals move down the line merely smirking at Alexi "Oh sure it isn't still..." head is shook and he chuckles "Your nervous aren't you?" his comment soft.
Spun-Sugar Fantasy White Hatchling with a rather loud creel it makes its entrance into the world, much unlike the soft, delicate appearance, it isn't exactly as cuddly as it looks. It glares around as if it owns everything around it and makes it known as he screeches arrogantly at its clutchsibling. The candidates are for it to choose from first as it makes it way hurriedly towards the candidates looking around almost angrily that it miss something as it heads towards a group of girls.
Peadraig turns his head and smiles at the other candidates. He goes back to watching the hatchlings on the sands.
Kalika tears her longing gaxe from Pale Patina of Rosepetals White Hatchling and peers over towards Spun-Sugar Fantasy White Hatchling, heavily lashed eyes widening in wonder. A soft breath plays fro her mouth, dancing away to be lost in the steamy cavern. Dark red lips are wetted in an attempt to stop the heat from cracking them fully. Kalika momentarily turns her head sideways, peering intently over at Ocean's Rainbow egg with delight and wonder and just a touch of worry combined in her thoughtful glance. "Oh my.. That one is beautiful." Yet the beautiful ones already hatched also call for her attention. Eggs, hatchlings, really hot sand! Oh my!
Pale Patina of Rosepetals White Hatchling pads down the lines of candidates, and upon reaching the end goes around and begins making its way back, nuzzling at a few inattentive backsides. None here so far however and the search is taking its tole, and urgency beginning to show in creases across the muzzle and strain within the eyes. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and just when all would seem lost one is found and the hatchling emits a joyous cry.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Pale Patina of Rosepetals White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rusty Waterfall Green Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A quick rush of white water rapids leaves this young green flecked with droplets of misty spray and splashed with iridescence as light refracts against water dampened scales. Dark amber eyes blink open, golden light against the ripples of many shaded greens decorating a dainty, feminine head balanced on a long, slender neck. Scaled hide moves fluidly, liquid water patterns visible as they trace along a lanky body, from thin shoulders and then back to slim flanks, while narrow feet are nearly lost in the play of water, mottled in color. Iron tinged water flows rapidly along the craggy, rocky peaks of her neckridges and then down her back, tinted celadon green by light and algae. Rivulets cascade across wings, a steeply dropping rusty white waterfall over stony granite wingspars that become foam flecked above the paler green of rushing water sails. The rapids slow upon reaching the peaks of her tail, leaving the ridges speckled with white spray above rusty green water that flows along the curling, sinuous length of her tail, until ending with a splash at the spade.
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J'ran raises a brow at the imperative hatchling "riiight." he comments "that's...interesting." his comment soft. Then he grins "told you! It's green!"
Ketsumei keeps her eyes on the first white hatchling, now the green, most definitely hooked. Whomever it is that ends up with that lady had best watch their steps, lest Ket haunt them their entire lives. "Congratulations!" Fingers twitch without being watched or checked, and eyes flick towards the spun-sugar white as well. "Ohhh, too many beautiful, beautiful hatchlings..." Swoon, anyone?
Alexi's eyes widen, hands gesturing to herself. "Me?! Of /course/ not! Why would I be nervous?" Her voice drops to a whisper. "Why, do I look nervous? I shouldn't look nervous." Voice rises. "I'm not nervous at all!" She scans the sands, just to make sure no one doubts her. "Hmph. Nervous. Hah. Nervous." So calm and cool.
Aika covers her ears as she hears the newest arrival's creel then screech. "That one defiitely thinks it needs to be paid attention to, I'm not sure if I'd want to be the candidate it chose to bond to. It looks like a handful honestly." She says more to herself as she sees the green. "We're right, oh she is definitely a beauty and she chose Kalika! Congrats Kalika!" The wingsecond claps happily. "She'll be a good addition definitely and she chose well."
The sea is an endless stirring. The great expanse of water may seem motionless from afar, but within it is always churning. Currents flowing, tides ebbing, pushed and pulled by the forces of nature into a living, breathing entity (figuratively speaking). But this oicean is soon to have its plug pulled, as onlookers are greeted with the sight of spiderweb cracks upon the surface of the ocean's rainbow egg.
Kalika reaches out one hand, daring to touch the perfection before her, "Oh!" She moves forward, closer to her soulmate, her only one. Her ocean-grey eyes seem to clam at this time, filling with tears that spill over yet this time are joined by the comforting adoration of her lifemate, "Oh, Tahquall! I adore you to."
Nimris dosn't know who to watch, the hatchling that seems to be so bossing or the one that is just walking up so casualy behind the line. Giving a light laugh at a nudge, head turning to look behind her. As it chooses she calls congratulations to the two, eyes going wide at the swift change of color. Head turning, watching as the Spun-Sugar Hatchling makes it's rounds, it's attitude noted with a chuckle.
Valince winces at the creel and gives a soft smile to Ramiro and Marix as he whispers to Marix "How can you be so calm?" His nerves are wound so tight that he might explode at any second as he lifts a foot from the sands and waves it slowly trying to cool it before doing the same with the other. He does grin as the eggs seem to be cracking a little quicker and all he can do his hope, wait and giggles nervously.
Marix oohs and lets go of Valince's and Ramiro's hands to clap for the new bond, "Congratulations Kalika. It is a very pretty green." He smiles as he stops claping and takes the two hands of his friends again. Marix smiles at them as he looks at the hatchling still looking for it's bond. "Go on. He or she is out here for you." He grins at the little white hatchling as he squeezes both of their hands.
Mestheye flinches at the screech Oden even rumbles though it's hard to say why. J'ran's gaze shifts between both only to call out a congratulations "Congratulations Tahquall! Kalika!" his gaze shifts to spun sugar.
K'ndra smiles at Kalika "Bring Tahquall and follow me. She's lovely."
K'ndra moves to the side of the sands.
K'ndra has left.
Kalika moves closer to Tahquall.
The end has come and water drains away with a slight slurping sound as the ocean's rainbow egg peels apart and lets the small struggling white hatchling free.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Frosty Flaked-Ice White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This whimsical little hatchling is possessed of such a comical demeanor that at first, its gangly lines and glittering scales might be overlooked. There is a deep and abiding good humor in limpid eyes of palest chrysophase. Icy green are those orbs as they dart back and forth, much more interested in the surrounding world than in the fact that it's stumbled over a draggling wingtip or gotten tripped by its overlong tail once more. None of these things can come close to dimming its comical mood, a trait that is inherent in every single wriggle of its thick-wrought hindquarters or tatter-edged sails. The picture of charm is so complete that it takes the unfurling of its chipped-crystal wings to draw the attention to the honest beauty that defines the patterning of its hide. Scintillating tendrils of claret light flow and shimmer, infusing those delicate sails with a luminous incandescence that spills shadows and motes of light upon its curiously well-sculpted haunches. Each scale is unique, a flickering droplet of frosty white that cling in a pile of shaved flakes to those that surround it. The drifts of ice coat its form with the peeled off remnants of some artist's icy sculpture, shivering down along its forelegs and a ghost of butter upon its muzzle. <Desc'd by Taeryn>
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Kalika moves to the side of the sands.
Kalika has left.
K'ndra moves onto the sands.
K'ndra has arrived.
Spun-Sugar Fantasy White Hatchling glares around slowly getting angered as it looks around for its bond. Ok where are you? Reveal yourself now. Demandingly he gives a creel as he looks around and his eyes fall on a young woman...Vyshalani. Oh there you are, his creels and anger seem to fade as he stares up at her.
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Burnt Smoke Red Airenall ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How does one say...where there's smoke, there's fire? Danger brews in soft perception upon sides which heave as they suck in another breath. The air drunk in is clear and pure, unlike that which marks his scales. Red is unmistakable, deeply burnished into his body, fire's thread tickling belly into a warm glow, and lacing arms and legs with bright conflaguration. Misty amethyst eyes consider the world in cool pools, set within a smallish head of angular proportion. Here the fire is less true, the red more subtle, hidden behind whisps of smoke. It is a smoke of mingling colors, of brackish red-black caressing above eyes, to choking brown-red outlining the sharp jawline and sweeping down neck. The smoke swirls, mingling colors, and chokes above the belly's fire, hiding some scales dangerous flame to a softer glow. It is a deadly spawn beneath a wave of burnt smoke which drifts out along his back and wraps fully the length of his tail. Ridges are a surpirsing contrast, for there the hatchling white seems to have not been completely lost. A pure smoke in white and smudged grey, flecked with the barest hints of red, to stand atop the smouldering body and draw one's eyes away from the firey danger therein. As any will know smoke rises and so with little surprise, as wings are spread there there red dies away to be locked eternally in the thick smokey grasp of fire's start. Pinpricks of ember red and gold, drifting away from his body can be found mingling in the sails smoke hue.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
Ketsumei doesn't seem to be paying too much attention to the sounds on the sands -- there's only so much that one candidate can focus on at a time, and with attention divided in sixteen or more parts, sound doesn't rank in importance. Perhaps that's why Spun-Sugar Fantasy's loud entrance and glaring and screeching doesn't get rid of the goofy pleased look on her face. "Congrats, Kalika." Again. Another hatchling? Once more, woe is Ket. "Pretty... all pretty." And then the other bonds? How cruel. "Congratulations," are once more called.
Ramiro smiles at the new fledgling pair, though he doesn't congradulate her like the rest since he didn't know her too well, besides it would fall on deaf ears. As Marix clamins his hand again he nods towards him. Though he is silent, just lost in the moment..
Mestheye calls out congratulations to Kalika and Tahquall as well as the newly bonded red pair blinking a bit he shifts restlessly from foot to foot. Shaking his head "Poor girl she's gonna have her hands full with that red."
Colors of Conflict Egg shifts to the right, then rolls back to the left. It is the first movement of this egg under its own power, heralding the beginning of the end.
Vysha gasps softly as she bonds, barely audible as she speaks his name then. "Airenall? Of course, I am here and I am yours." She seems to have lost all sense of others on the sands, only able to concentrate on the red before her.
K'ndra leads the newest pair, Vysha and Airenall, to the alcove.
Marix grins as another bond is made and he claps his hands again. "Congratulations." He looks at Valince and chuckles, "Years of practice Valince. Years of practice." Marix continues to wear his smile as he watches the hatchling on the sand and he continues to offer words of encouragement to the hatchling. Even through Marix doubts the white hatchling can hear his words.
Tsarina> From the Sands, Pillars of Hercules Egg seems to bulge suddenly, expanding in size only to retreat back to it's normal size. Then it seems to drift forwards a bit and rock and sway only to go still once more.
Pillars of Hercules Egg seems to bulge suddenly, expanding in size only to retreat back to it's normal size. Then it seems to drift forwards a bit and rock and sway only to go still once more.
The end draws quickly near for the Colors of Conflict Egg. What was at first only a slow wobble back and forth has grown to a urgent frenzy of rocking and tapping. The efforts show reward in a series of spider-like cracks upon the eggs surface.
J'ran groans softly at the last bonding "Poor you having to deal with those two. And Poor Yh'u and K'ndra." he comments as an aside and in an undertone to Aika "they are going to have their hands full."
Galatea is quickly running out of folks to hide behind, shaking her head as she finally moves behind Irlan and he gives her a rather glare as she does, shaking his head toward her and motioning for her to move back into the circle.
Frosty Flaked-Ice White Hatchling blinks once, twice nad then bursts into activity, charging, albeit a bit clumsily, down the embankment which formerly held back the egg, now pile-o-shards and towards the white clad ones with a reckless air.
Nimris shifts her feet, brushing sweat from her forhead. Who to watch, who to congratulate. Reaching down to her robe, fingers grasping her robe, something to hold onto. Drawing in a deep breath she slowly lets it out before looking around to the hatchlings and the eggs.
Ketsumei is running out of the essential energy it takes to keep her feet equally baked, not burned, and to keep her attention on everything at once. Flagging as it is, she decides to focus on the flaked-ice hatchling, tilting her head curiously, lips twitching with amusement. Speaking is futile, given few people would likely be listening, so the effort isn't wasted.
Valince smiles at Marix and returns the squeeze before he looks back toward the hatchlings. He absently lifts his hand and chews carelessly on his thumbnail as he shifts near imaptiently but it's really just the uncomfortable heat of the scorching sands that has him almost dancing.
K'ndra smiles at the candidates remaining on the sands. She then turns her gaze to the young dragons yet to choose.
It ends and begins in an explosion of shards. The spiderweb of cracks which once riddled the surface of the Colors of Conflict Egg gives way in that one instant, cascading outwards to land with a plop-plop-plop in rings about the glistening white hatchling who is no longer contained.
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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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Marix ooos at the new hatchling and shivers a little dispite being on the very hot sands, "That new one looks like it is an ice dragon." He chuckles and takes a deep breath as he is feeling a little lightheaded and silly. Breath, Marix Breath. He closes his eyes as his chest heaves to continue to breath. Marix opens his eyes to watch the hatchling make their way to their bond.
Alexi stands, silent for once as she regards the remaining eggs. "Four," she finally announces. "I think there are four eggs left to hatch. Then again.. I could be wrong." Shrug. Admittance is the first step towards resolution. Or something. "Er, make that three." Sigh.
Frosty Flaked-Ice White Hatchling skitters to a stop. Someone playing games, yes, and eyes seek out one which plays hide and seek. Or at least she's trying to hide, and this one is definitely seeking. It's a match so obviously made as the hatchling moves nad claims the girl for its own.
Ramiro watches the Frosty Flaked-Ice hatchling, canting his head as he if weighs something. "That one may be of some danger..he looks rather clumsy." He shrugs his shoulders after, trying to keep his attentions on the eggs and hatchlings.
With a triumphant cry the Frosty Flaked-Ice White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
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The crackling freezing fire of blue ice rubs upon scales like two glaciers meetings. It is a shearing, shocking collision of two behemoths which knows of no warmth from the sun, but can sear the skin and soul just as fiercely. The blue of a cold days sky reflects within the ice crystals which become themselves of a deep pure glacier blue hue. Time surges in the break of ridges from the smooth curve of his neck, the jutting flares thick chunks of ice pushed upwards by unyielding foes, the icy blue leaking out to burning white upon the very edges. Head is more delicately defined. Icy blue scales knowing some liquidity and swept by the wind into smooth curving jaws and gentle sloping eyeridges, giving shelter to limpid eyes of palest chrysophase. The icy green of those orbs matches somehow, glittering in reflection to the melt-like scales on his face, a tenuous thread of life in an otherwise barren frozen plane. Muscles bulge under the glacier touched scales, rippling and cracking the great sheet of ice to an ever changing landscape over his sturdy set frame. Wind sweeps upon his extremities, curving the landscape from its sharp points on all but his ridges, so that the air flows about him fluidly, caressing but never melting the frozen form. Tail languishes behind, the icy sheets thinning, dotted by the jutting ridges and becoming more like a floe, a deeper artic ocean blue setting adrift the ridges to ice burgs and ending in a pool of water upon the spaded tip. Such thin icy membrane as his sails are can not fully resist the touch of the warming sun and the ice melts within, cracking to pool about thin patches of ice in a pattern ever shifting in the light.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
Peadraig catches sight of the Conflict egg hatching, he smiles and continues to shift his weight and warch the hatchlings. His arms are crossed over his chest, but he looks relaxed, somewhat.
Mestheye watches the hatchling charge out of the shell and blinks a bit "Hmmm." he comments softly looking slightly taken aback by hatchling's speed "Um...watch out guys." he calls out to all gaze focused on charging hatchling so he misses the newest completely. He adds as an aside "two." then grins at Alexi "if your right that is! He calls a congrats to the two newest pair blinking as a new egg hatches.
Ketsumei's attention is once more torn, but it's a short battle to wage. The first white, now a blue, picks its one, and Ket offers her congratulations and a smile to whoever it is -- she doesn't even pause to look -- before staring openly at the Icy Rose hatchling. "That other one was beautiful, now you're absolutely gorgeous." What's that about no one listening to her?
Gaea moves suddenly closer to the just bonding blue, calling out his name with a start. "Glaeciell, I'm so glad you found me. I'm sorry, I was making it difficult."
Nimris loosens her hand and reaches to take Mestheye's hand, giving her something to hang onto. Fingers try not to dig to much into his hand but sometimes she forgets. Shifting her feet from side to side as shes calls congratulations to the pair leaving.
Aika watches as a red bonded pair leaves the sands and looks as a blue chooses Galatea, "Congrats Gaea!" She claps.
Mestheye doesn't mind his hand taken though he flinches at Nim's grip. Ow hands! He calls out his congratulations to the newly bonded pair.
Irlan is now all alone once more on the sands as the newly named Gaea is pulled away by a water touched blue and he glances towards the hatchling left now on the sands, frowning as he tries to figure out how many might be left.
Marix claps his hands as another pair is bonded to each other, "Congratulations." He calls out before he watches the pair move off and then turns his attention back to the hatchling on the sands. Marix grins as he gently squeezes Valince and Ramiro's hands, "A lovely hatchling isn't it." He means the Icy Rose hatchling.
Ramiro counts the eggs left, three, and one hatchling on the sands. He blinks and shakes his head, "It's almost over." He peeks over towards Marix at the squeezing of his hand, nodding slowly.
Yh'u leads the latest pairing off to where the food is.
Yh'u moves to the side of the sands.
Yh'u has left.
Pillars of Hercules Egg forms cracks over the whole of the egg, the cracks happen slowly from tip of ovoid to tail, forming jagged splintered lines that crack further into a mass of cracks that abruptly spill over the egg.
Valince grins and reaches up with his free hand and swipes at his cheek. "A very lovely hatchling." He smiles and turns a wistful gaze over the newly bonded pairs as they are led away. At Ramiro's comment he blinks and counts for himself, which makes him frown a little as he gives a hopeful look towards the hatchling and the remaining eggs.
Mestheye tenses, it seems like there's going to be a few left standing. Time to bite his nails his free hand is lifted to his lips and between shifting feet, squeezing hands and nails he bites nervously he falls silent.
Icy Winter Rose Hatchling delicately steps out of the shards of its shell and peers over towards its dam and sire with an unsure croon as if wanting their reassurance and it is given as Xheryniiku croons towards the little hatchling. It then looks towards the candidates quietly with a croon. One of these things in white robes must be its 'one' but how will it find it. It moves forth with dainty steps till it reaches a group of candidates. It gives a quiet sniff of the air as if trying to find the scent of the one and moves forth stumbling with a creel in front of Peadraig. It looks up almost helplessly as it tries to move to its feet.
With a triumphant cry the Icy Winter Rose Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wind Tassled Spring Pollens Green Riesku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The spring winds speak upon the sculpted body of this lithe green. She is a new bud, the first bloom to open under the bright spring's sun. She is the grass tickling ones feet, new blades pushing upwards from earth once snow covered, to grow before one's eyes to a field waist deep and tickle the belly as well. There is a sky overhead in sails ever glistening. To sheen the brightest beautiful spring blue, and yet also to carry within them a mix of cloudy grays, of storms which renew the life beneath in misting rains, the life which grows and clings to her scales in a joy unfolding. Rising above it all neck arches upwards, supporting a small dainty head. Eyes reflect back of rose quartz, lovely in their luster, but also an echo of springs other tease. Of red which comes from springs irritation, which itches the eyes and tickles the nose to an ever chorus of sniffling and sneezing. No illness this be, but springs curse as much as springs blessing. Claws of earthen umber as fastidiously kept, and tail drifting back blown by the wind, swaying of grasses green and buds soon to bloom. Of her there is much detail on fragile form, perhaps nothing more so that the wind's own decoration. It has come and teased up the pollens, tasseled the blooms and dappled these delights upon her hide in tiny freckles of golden pollen, and pretty petals in an array of colors.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
Pillars of Hercules Egg doesn't quite rumble but..well it suddenly crumbles outwards, bits and pieces of shards dropping to the ground with a spattering of shell pieces. And the more that falls the less egg there is until Hatchling is revealed sitting on the shards of what was once the egg.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< 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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Ketsumei nods her agreement to Marix's assessment, grinning as toothily as before. "A very lovely hatching, yes," she offers, whether or not he's listening for a response. She doesn't seem the least bit bothered to be talking to herself. Hands are once more dried on the side of her robe, attempting to regulate her breathing despite the adrenalized excitement occurring in so many flashes. "Almost over, almost over, almost over..." The exit to the fledgling's alcove and the exit to the real world are both eyed with trepediation. Everyone will take one of those walks. Icy dragon's choice gets more grinning and a simple, "Congratulations." And then there's -- another?
Nimris gives Mestheye a thankfull smile, teeth chewing apon her lower lip as she gazes at the remaining eggs and hatchling. She looks away for a moment to look at the other candidates, noticing that they are as hopefull as she. This gives her pause, who will be left?
Alexi just sighs, looking about uncomfortably. "Mes, why'd you sign me up for this? All I got was a few weeks of chores and.. and.." Hands are waved about in dismay. "This! Little hatchlings running around willy-nilly and three eggs left to hatch. Er, two." Mrf. "I think I'm going to have an anxiety attack or something just as horrible." Whine.
Aika looks over to J'ran brightly as she shuffles her feet. "Wow another green, it's going some quick that's for sure. Xheryniiku says that she is happy with that little green's choice. It's going to be sad when it's all done though."
Marix nods, "Yep four dragons all together. Four bonds and four happy people." He looks at all the candidates still out on the sands and smiles at them before he looks back to the hatchling that is trying to find it's bond. As it finds it's bond Marix calls out, "Congratulations." His attention is diverted from the new pair as another hatchling is born from is egg shell womb, "Another beautiful one." Marix smiles as he give Valince's and Ramiro's hand a squeeze.
P'draig lowers his hands. "Riesku?" he calls out "Yes lets get you some food my lovely lady." and with that he and his dragon head off to the alcove.
Like a soft ripple effect, the crimson winter quilt egg gives a slight shiver causing the sand to disperse around it threatening to let the coldness of the air replace the warmth of its sandy blanket it had for so long. As if panicked, it's movements seem to try to bury itself further into the sand to keep warm as if afraid to be cold. It then settles to a rocking motion as if sitting in a rocky chair cozy in a blanket on a wintery night. For the moment it seems satisfied to be in its own world of comfort...
J'ran calls out his congratulations the newest pair watching the candidates quietly and then the eggs "I've lost track" he admits to Aika quietly then grins "no matter I'm sure they'll all find bonds." he nods to Aika and grins "Oden seems pleased as well." as evidenced by his preening and warbling congratulations.
Irlan glances around, noting how many of the candidates seem to have already left with their bonds and he moves to drift a bit closer towards the dwindling circle of hte others.
Ramiro watches the crimson winter quilt egg, suddenly this becoming his center of attention for the time being. He frowns at the fact that there may be many of them that have to go home empty handed, himself included. His interests now lie on the only egg he betted upon, and he's hoping to get something out of this hatching, at least his money back.
Xheryniiku croons towards Odenyll as she watches the newest lot of hatchlings to appear. It would soon be over and her motherly duties would be complete. She looks on with not only caution but pride as she only wants what best for her clutch.
Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling begins the slow process of spreading out damp wings to the remaining heat of the sands. Crystalline lines stretch out into a prism of white as the slender young neck extends to full length. Gentle wedge head tilts, as the heads contained within blink and the newest baby gives a resounding if somewhat flat bugle in greeting to the world.
Ketsumei considers the Quartz white for a few moments, almost absently, but her attention shoots quickly towards the shivering quilted egg. That, too, is considered. The bigger threat is of course in the moving, breathing, clawed creature now free to search for its soulmate and --- and bugle; besides, they're more fun to watch. Ket's complaints are kept to herself in theory, murmured under her breath. Hands wipe ineffectually at sweat running down her face. Once more, her "mantra": "Almost over..."
Nimris shakes her head a bit, no reason to get distracted with who will and won't be left standing. Lifting her chin a bit, her hand withdrawing from Mestheye's hand. She looks towards the newest hatchling, smiling as she says to herself, "Yes a beauty."
Mestheye smiles back at Nim in encouragement but blinks at Alexi "me?" he looks bewildered "you could have said no and didn't you know." he grins "Poor Lex, having an anxiety attack." it's teased as he pauses in nail biting to call congratulations to P'draig and Riesku. His gaze going to the newest hatchlings with a mixture of nerves.
Tapping echoes from inside the the patterned surface of the Crimson Winter Quilt Egg. The tapping becomes more insistent as its occupant seems to finally desire to be free of its confined space. Vibrations rock the egg in its spot in the sand as it moves off to the side of its mound as it reacts to its other siblings in their plea to escape. Tiny crack-like striations appear on the surface like the stitches holding the quilted pattern together start to strain.
Odenyll answers the croon with his own proud warble giving the hatchlings searching encouraging croons.
Marix grins as the hatchling bugles out and he doesn't care if it's a little flat it sounds great to him, "That's it little one find your bond." He smiles at the white hatchiling, "A very handsome hatchling." Marix comments and then continues to watch the hatchling.
Alexi shivers despite the heat of the sands. "Yes, yes, poor Lex. You'll really be pitying me when you look down and see me twitching on the sands with my tongue hanging out. Then you'll be sorry that you made fun of me in my last living moments." A little dramatic, aren't we? Former stablehand huffs, tracing figures in the sand with the toe of her sandal.
Ramiro sucks in his breath as the Crimson Winter Quilt Egg looks about to hatch, silently hoping he wins that bet. A faint smile crosses his lips as he watches this egg, the people around him fading a bit as he just stares at the egg.
Valince breathes out quickly as his nerves start to get the better of him. He closes his lips tight and tries to keep his composure as he squeezes Marix's hand tightly. Tugging at his soaked robe to allow some air to his skin, Valince winces a bit and tires to dri his fingers on his wet robe. Yea that worked. Nodding in agreement with Marix "They have all been more beautiful than the last."
Mestheye snorts at Lex's words gaze still following the hatchlings. Nim is given another encouraging smile "your awfully quiet." he comments softly.
Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling remains posed long enough to notice the lack of attention it is receiving from the scattering of bodies on the sands. Oh, here and there are responses, but not nearly enough. So with all the gracelessness of a newborn, the quartz legs are set into action. Baby rocks back and forth, carefully gaining its feet. The surges turn into forward motion, so that this new one is off towards the gathering of white blurs standing around the egg shards.
Ketsumei listens to the other candidates with a rather uncertain look. What's this about last living moments and attacks? "Hoo, boy," the bard mutters a little louder than she was speaking to herself. "I'd better not get mauled or anything." Someone's been feeding her horror stories, that's certain. Hands are back on her robe, squeezed tightly. "Almost over..." Comforting, perhaps, to think so. Quartz white is watched almost suspiciously, but there's still that awed look.
A moment of silence and stillness comes over the Crimson Winter Quilt Egg as it appears to take a break from the energy draining task of entering the world. Moments pass and it seems as if the occupant has given up then suddenly... A loud cracking can be heard as the shell splits and shatters into pieces as it reveals its large whitish occupant...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Molten Beeswax Polished White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cast of wax, this largish hatchling bears the marks of its moulding in the extended line of its body and the shortness of its neck. Neither trait mars its potent image, however, for a staunch and abiding strength is evident within its tenacious carriage and angular wedge. Eyes of lambent darkness flicker through a distillation of garnet shades which are fired by ruby's brightness when something captures its discerning attention. It is those orbs which ignite personality in a supple hide that seems dulled and soft-hued in comparison. Flat shades of ivory melt over its legs, pooling into thicker clumps of hardened pearl at each toe's tip, the dangerous talons of midnight which are there attached half skimmed over by their shimmering caress. Muted tail of chalky silk seems not to want to touch the earth lest its spaded tip, defined by effulgent silver, be sullied by contact with grainy dirt. Though there is little of actual patterning etched into its facade, this creature's immense wings are molten in nature, the wide expanse polished to a moonstone finish so that it might project back the opalescent play of light along waxy, sinewed haunches and vigorous, smooth-toned sides. <Desc'd by Senaya>
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Marix blinks as the hatchling charges forward and he gets ready to jump out of the way so he doesn't get in the hatchiling's way. "He certianly knows who he likes." He chuckles and then catches the egg Ramiro liked hatching. Marix grins at his friend, "Perhaps this one will be yours."
Ramiro lifts his brows at the hatchling from the Crimson Winter Quilt egg, a soft smile coming to his face. "Now, be the color I bet on, and make me some money." He says to no one but himself. He smirks at Marix, "Who knows.." He doubts it muchly.
There is sand. Upon the sand, there are eggs. One such egg now expresses the life which is within contained. What has for so long only moved under the caress of its mother, now makes motion on its own. There is spazms in place, rocking a bit and stilling before rocking some more. By such indications the one within the Stripes and Eagle Egg has awoken, and containment is NOT on the agenda.
Alexi droops as her complaints are ignored. "Yah, I've got your back too, Mes. If you drop dead from a heartattack or something, I'll be sure to ignore your dying requests." She glances up to observe the hatching's progress. "I think we're down to one egg now." Back to drawing in the sand.
Nimris looks between the two hatchlings, one just hatched and the other finding forward motion. She gives a low chuckle before glancing at Mestheye and nodding, "Just a little awed." her gaze returning to the hatchling, "Carefull pretty one."
Irlan turns to watch the newest hatchling, even if it does appear rather large and so he steps back, away if he can from the newest hatchlings, they're much to near it seems.
Mestheye is tense and distracted gaze shifting to charging hatchling, then towards the newest one whose examined. He nods to Alexi "Yeah looks that way. Hey I was joking already." grin is tossed Nim and he nods but gaze is drawn to the sands once more.
Ketsumei sucks her breath in rather gracelessly, more intent on making sure she doesn't pass out from oxygen deprivation than in looking good while doing so. White hatchling is looked at -- both white hatchlings are looked at, no less, and that egg, the Stripes and Eagle one, gets a particularly longer, measuring, hopeful glance than any unhatched creature has gotten from her before. Hand is used for its one good purpose in this situation: to squeegee off sweat.
Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling stumbles to a near stop at some unexpected distraction. What? Where? The wedged head whirls back and forth on the pillar of quartz as the baby searches vigorously for some unknown something. Finally, those cat-like eyes settle onto just one set of candidates, a pair of boys teasing between themselves. It stares, arrested by the sight. Then with quick, dancing steps the pair is approached.
Molten Beeswax Polished White Hatchling looks around with its garnet eyes. It is in no rush whatsoever, it knows who it wants and doesn't want to rush a good thing after all. Perfection is in the eye of the beholder at least for this hatchling. It shakes the goo and shards from the egg as it works to dry its wings, it then gives a croon of a greeting to its sire and dam, this one doesn't need the reassurance at all though as it takes in everything around it.
J'ran merely watches with curious interest lounging against Odenyll. He stands folding arms over his chest to watch giving Aika a soft "It appears to be almost over."
Riana walks onto the sands after dealing with some problems in the fledgeling barracks and she moves over to watch the rest of the hatching.
Alexi sniffles pathetically. "Yah, I bet you were, Mes." She continues drawing, the images seeming to take the form of two dragons dancing in full party getup, dancing around an egg or two. "Happy birthday dragons.." she mumbles, sketching in big toothy grins on her stickfigures.
Ramiro watches the hatchling that has come from his favorite egg, silently watching the movements of this one with appreciation. Then he looks over towards this other hatchling that still hasn't bonded. His attentions aren't held for long as he blinks over towards the Molten Beeswax Polished hatchling.
Marix watches the hatchling and smiles as it approaches the one that it wants to bond. He smiles good naturedly at the dancing steps the hatchiling takes, "Almost as graceful at Anyea." Marix chuckles to himself as he gently squeezes Ramiro's hand. "Good luck." He says to Ramiro and Valince even though he has said it like a million times.
Nimris chuckles softly, gaze moving between the Quartz white hatchling and the Polished White. Taking in how sure of itself the Polished White is she beams, that one dosn't seem to have any problems at all in it's new surroundings. Fingers crossed, she looks towards the other hatchling again, wishing luck to those the hatchling is approaching.
Mestheye watches the quartz hatchling silently now with no comment, lips pulling upwards into a grin wonder if his two friends will notice?" Head cocks and suddenly he realizes how hot his feet are and begins to dance once more gaze shifting to the newly hatched dragonnet with interest. Though gaze goes back to quartz, he holds his breath, whom will it bond? Alexi is given a grin "you know I was."
Ketsumei's hands travel from their path of side-to-forehead for a moment, resting right in the middle of Ket's torso. Deep breaths are taken by force and, no matter how scary it might be for the moment, eyes are closed. Briefly. Very briefly. They immediately fly back open, accusingly centering upon the hatchlings and only half-heartedly drifting to the eggs and candidates. None of the others pertain to her so much now.
Scintillating Quartz White Hatchling looks up with a croon of delight. Coquettishly, it tilts its head away, looking at the boy out of just one eye. One could almost see the dragon begin to grin in a very human way. Yes. Just the one.
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.
Irlan turns his head, staying away from the other grouping of candidates, content for the moment to be by himself and hopefully somewhat away from the searching of the newest hatchlings.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spirit of the Skies Bronze Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The gleam of bronze lights this fellow's hide giving him a flamboyance and vivacity that meshes well with the liquid metal that seems to have been poured over his hide. Royal blue flows along sides of muzzle to shift to a deep yellow at tip of his muzzle, and over his eyeridges. Liquid heat in a deep orange spreads and darkens over neck flowing downwards to a deep teal along belly, there to shift once more to the liquid meshed bronze that covers his back and smooths over his tail. Lithe of limb and body this bronze while smaller than some doesn't lack in speed or endurance. He's quite fast and lean lithe snakelike body seems to just ooze through the skies. Talons of ebony are tipped in bronze and sharp as a sword. Wing-sails when spread gleam with that same bronzen fire but glitter with silver stars that sparkle through the liquid fire that is his bronzen firey hide.
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*Thump* the Stripes and Eagle Egg lands back upon the sands. What force from within could be strong enough to separate the shell from the ground... Fear thee the one within? It rests, energy gathering and then rocks and thumps again under an onslaught which does achieve the likely desired effect as points of impact begin to show their scars in bright cracks working outwards.
Aika nods almost blankly as she watches the last of the eggs start to move as her eyes then appear to drift towards the two hatchlings that have recently hatched. "Well if there is a young Queen in this clutch it won't be long before she reveals herself I figure." She says to J'ran with a smile as if hoping that the mating of Xheryniiku and Odenyll did manage to produce such a prize in a maiden clutch. She looks over as one of the hatchlings stops in front of a pair of boys and starts to clap, "Well we didn't do that bad off it seems. A silver and a bronze are great assests but it's good to see we got a fair range of the colors with this clutch."
Valince looks up and glances between his friend's faces, perhaps trying to commit to memory for later as he whispers "Good luck" to them both. He grips his robe so tightly that his knuckles. Watching a hatchling appraoch the small group, he holds his breath and chitters nervously, though he holds his ground and squeezes Marix's hand even tighter.
Xheryniiku gives a bright warble as the bronze chooses his bondmate and looks to Odenyll to see her mate's reaction to the bonding.
Alexi whistles innocently to herself, the words 'Mes is a doodie head' taking shape under her picture. "Oh, I'll bet you were, darling," she reassures him with a bright grin. "Almost finished with the hatching!" She's far, far too pleasant. "We've got, what.. Two hatchlings and one egg? Er, one hatchling?" Counting is so difficult.
M'rix eyes go wide as he looks deep into the bronzes eyes and he lets go of Ramiro's and Valince's hands. He puts his arms around the bronzes neck gently as if he was afraid he was going to hur tit. "Jatirll!" M'rix cries out as he gently caress the dragon's neck, "Okay we can get you something to eat." His own stomach rumbles in sympathy to his new bond, "I am hungry too." M'rix looks back at his two friends and smiles at them. "Good luck you too." He turns his attention back to his new bond and stands up.
Ketsumei jumps and all the calming measures she took to keep her heart from thudding out of control is lost in one fell swoop. *Thump*? What kind of innocent thing makes a *thump* sound at a time like this? Accusing again, eyes center on the culprit egg, narrowed a little. Forgiveness is quick, though, and breath is let out in a whoosh -- and, hey, she even sees the appearance of a bronze. "Oooh. Well then. Congratulations to you -- /Marix/?!" Surprised, yes. Pleased? That's debatable. Her view on the guard is infamous to some candidates. And there's still a hatchling out there, isn't there? As if she weren't sure she was right, even with the name announced, semi-suspicious glance is darted on the guard intermittently even whilst Beeswax hatchling is eyed.
Ramiro backs away from Marix as the man impress, he sighs softly as he watches his friend get scooped up by the bronze. He smiles softly, "Congradulations Friend, good luck to you during fledglinghood.." He looks towards the exit, desperately wanting to leave. He peers over towards Valince then back over towards the remaining hatchlings with lost hope, but happiness for Marix.
Time it is. Time to reveal another to the world, time for efforts of the newly awoken to pay off, as shards begin to fall from the Stripes and Eagle Egg. Small at first, in perhaps as many as a dozen places the fragments break from. Then efforts forcus upon one hole, enlarging it, pushing at this weakened place and then with a satifying pop out the hatchling comes, white body gleaming damply.
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Deathly pale is the white etheral being who emerges from shells confines. Almost to thin the hatchling's hide hugs tight to boney ridges, and lean haunches giving it an almost starved appearance. Hide pulls around slender arms and barely seems to hold the razor sharp steel touched claws, each movement stretching the skin so that it would seem close to tearing. A somewhat short neck is broken by ridges so pale they seem to fade into nothing rather than have a difinitive end. Obsidian eyes fastened within the wedge shaped head gaze outwards, no hint reflected of what this one is feeling inside. Wingsails seem to be lacking at first, all one can make out are the boney spars upon which should be stretched a magnificent spread. Instead, sails are near invisible, the so very slightest sheen-of-rain-white from the hatching grounds reflection shows that they do exist. The so thin as to be almost non-existent wingsails is all the better for this creature however as that's less weight for it to be burdend with as it seeks out its Bondmate. <Desc'd by S'ym>
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Nimris calls her congrats to the new pair, her gaze quite bright apon the two, "Congrats M'rix!" looking away from the pair she looks over the other candiates, the hatchling and the egg left.
J'ran brightens "A bronze!" he's suddenly gleeful "Look that's a nice one too! He calls out congratulations to Jatirll and M'rix. Even as Oden bugles joyfully. Yep! A bronze! Can we say very proud? And a nice one at that!" J'ran grins at bonds reaction "Yes love you did wonderfully as I knew you would!" affection warm for bronze in his eyes.
K'ndra leads M'rix and Jatirill to the Alcove, "Follow me"
K'ndra moves to the side of the sands.
K'ndra has left.
M'rix moves closer to Jatirll.
M'rix moves to the side of the sands.
M'rix has left.
Mestheye sees the color flood the bronze and woos "grats! M'rix! Jatirll!" he calls out to to bronzen pair "Now we'll never be able to put up with those two." he has to tease." Alexi is nodde:" too "Looks that way well one hatchling and one egg." he comments to her with a wry grin seems that one has chosen. The thump though has him cutting off with a blink and gaze goes to the =last= egg his unspoken favorite. Yep now's the time to be nervous. As it hatches he jumps again as tense as a cat.
Ramiro turns to watch M'rix leave to lead a new life, his partner in crime is gone. Then with a deep breath he casts his eyes towards the Beeswax Polished hatchling, still hoping he gets money out of this at least if not anything more.
Molten Beeswax Polished White Hatchling moves almost if above the ground as such delicate steps are taken as it moves off the mound of sand that it had called home for so long. Such brightness in its new surroundings, its garnet eyes blink trying to adjust fully as it starts back on its long journey from its mound close to Xheryniiku to the group of remaining candidates. One step...two steps, it seems to like the feel of the sand under its feet as it pauses once more for a moment of calculated thought and looks over the remaining girls and boys, before it moves to get a closer look at the girls. Its rider is in that group and is closely examined even if unaware of herself being examined.
K'ndra moves onto the sands.
K'ndra has arrived.
Ketsumei almost doesn't know what to think about this new hatchling. Hesitant approval shows up for a moment, but it fades in favour of a little uncertainty. Finally, with the sort of devil-may-care attitude that would be enviable in the face of death, a bright beam is given. Hey, it's another dragon. "They're all so great. That one there, it's more... like... I dunno, /myserious/ pretty? Kinda? Anyone agree?" Is anyone even listening? The molten beeswax hatchling is watched more carefully for the time being. It's been out longer, after all, and who knows how bold it is? "So pretty. Beautiful, even, and as interesting as their minds promised..."
Valince stares as his friend imporesses and moves off with his lovely bronze. "Congratulations Marix!" he calls out with more cheer than he really feels at the moment. He glances to the hatchlings left and the candidates that are waiting. It doesn't take a genious to know some are going to be upset when this is all over and he knows he will be one of those. He manages to hold himself to gether and claps for his friend and watches the htachlings to see who among the candidates they will choose.
Irlan just watches, quietly for the nonce as the last of the hatchlings seem to be making their way on the sands right now.
Nimris holds her breath as the Molten Beeswax Polished White Hatchling approaches. Swollowing hard she looks briefly towards the others in the row and then back to the hatchling. Talking to herself, "Breath, you know how, you haven't forgotten how."
Alexi examines her temporary masterpiece with a critical eye. "Oh, bah." Foot is rubbed over the whole thing, her picture vanishing without a trace. "We're almost finished, aren't we? Two hatchlings left?" She peers idly about the sands, fidgeting a little. "Whose idea was it to make the sands so hot?" She's just not having a very good day, it seems.
Riana nods a bit as M'rix gets chosen and she watches the last two hatchlings.
Starved Ghostly White Hatchling is free at last! The rain of shards from the surrounding shell have not even settled and the being from within is already trying to flow across the sands by sheer brute force. The head is carried long, snaking back and forth as slow, silibant hisses come from the closed mouth. The baby's eyes are narrowed and lash piercingly across the candidates.
Ramiro sighs softly, casting his eyes down towards the sands. It's back to the good old life. But then he hears the hatchlings on the sands, at least he watches for a moment longer before it's all over.
K'ndra chuckles softly "Oh ho, that one will be a handful I'd say" she is pointing to the Starved Ghostly Hatchling.
Mestheye tenses as he watches Molten Beeswax approach the line "wonder whom it's going to pick?" he asks softly then shrugs "To harden the eggs of course." he comments to Alexi "where were you when we learned that?" he teases gaze shifting from Molten Beeswax to Starved Ghostly White. He looks very taken aback by the ghostly white "Oh man I feel sorry for that one's bond." he murmurs.
Ketsumei can be well and truly frightened by an emaciated hatchling that's trying out its hissing on her and the candidates, can't she? Well, she takes the liberty of doing so anyway, blinking rapidly and sort of edging behind one of the few girls that's taller than her. "Uhm, here, you want to be closer don't you? Much better that way." Ah-huh. Molten Beeswax is eyed almost pleadingly. Surely it's pleasant-er, or at least not being sibilant in a definitely menacing manner?
Irlan moves very slowly to drift nearer the other candidates, not so much as needing company as just for something to keep himself occupied with as the hatchlings are mostly likely soon to make their final decision.
Molten Beeswax Polished White Hatchling watches the girls quietly moving from one to the next. Not this one...nope not that one either. Well this one has potential but just isn't right. She moves down the line peering in behind to make sure no girl is left unscrutinized in the meantime. She stops suddenly and pauses sniffing. Yes she is in the group, she notices the one with the curly auburn-hued chestnut hair. She is the /one/!
Starved Ghostly White Hatchling is a handful? No, that couldn't be. Within the blink of an eye, the demonic being is transformed. Gauzy wings are spread to dry and haunches drop for a moment as an angel is born to the dark sands below. Now that some of the egg is drying, a kindly croon is send winding towards those darling forms standing enduringly thru the length of the tense hatching.
Tsarina> With a triumphant cry it seems that the Molten Beeswax Polished White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
Ramiro lifts his eyes at the hissing, a brows knitting to question the hatchlings actions. The other is watched too, before he stands straight once more, trying to hold himself together, at least until this is over.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eternal Flames of Light Gold Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dark ghostly crimson flames spread over the golden undertone upon this queen as it works its way over the translucent pale silvery-gold wing membranes. The sails shimmer with heats soft radience, the thin membrane stretching with nebulous form between the solid flares of her spars. They fold into a well muscled back, where warm tangerine smears the scales in patterns of gaseous clouds and almost swirls as it sweeps down the length of her back and out onto her tail. The sweeping length ends in a solid spade of sun gold cast from her body in a careless explusion. Ridges echo back upon the top of her tail, a rippling corona, highlighting neck and defining a fine curving head. It gives an elegant flare to eyerides, beneath which sit the deep garnet red of her eyes. They are cool spot upon one who is otherwise forever afire. She will be the guiding light, the bringer of warmth and life as she echoes the sun which travels by day overhead. Serpentine neck holds the carefully crafted head high, and leads down to chest emboldend, muscled but not overly so to where dusty hues of pale amber aggresively sweep over her stomach. Solid haunches are kissed by a brilliantly flared mosaic of delicate cream, mottled terra cotta and exotic coral, merging into an eternal prismatic patchwork. Smoky silver talons grace the feet of this young Queen, giving them a delicate appearance of being gracefully used as she moves forth into the world.
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K'ndra smiles and nods as there is a gold hatchling here ad she finds her bond.
Riana ahhs a bit as the gold bonds, one eyebrow arcing up just slightly
Ramiro snaps his fingers as the hatchling turns gold, "Darn..I bet on bronze." He chuckles, "Though gold is always better." He crosses his arms as he watches the last one, wondering who is the lucky person.
Nimris looks past the Beeswax hatchling, taking in the demenor of the Ghostly White. Shivering slightly, yup that one will be a handfull. Coming back to herself she blinks, unfocusing briefly. Eyes widening she steps to the gold. Fingers trembling as she reaches out to the hatchling, "Oh Immoku, never will we part." fingers stroking over the gold's head, "So perfect you are."
Ketsumei blinks a little at the white -- the gold -- shaking her head. At least it didn't hiss at her. Grin is given to Nimris along with some slow nodding. "Congratulations, I think, except that you have lots of work ahead of you." Last hatchling is eyed. Rather uncertainly, Ket says, "If this is my last chance, I think I might be happier seeking something somewhere else." And hence the edging towards the exit for non-bondees.
Aika looks over towards the group of girls, the rather elegant hatchling seemed to take notice as suddenly a gold coloring floods the scales of the hatchling as it chooses Nimris and the newest gold fledgling announces the newest Queen's name. "Congratulations Nimris and Immoku!" She starts to clap excitedly and look over to Xheryniiku with a wink. "You knew all along and didn't tell me love? Oh what a wonderful surprise!" She looks over to K'ndra and then J'ran. "Well she did excellent for her first clutch. Now I wonder who that last hatchling will choose?"
Valince gives a halfhearted chuckle at Ramiro's statement "Well ya can't win them all I guess." He gives a nervous chitter and strightens his robe once more as he watches to see who the little gold will choose.
K'ndra smiles and nods at Aika.
Riana tilts her head and she moves over to Nimris, "If you'll step over tot he alcove with Immoku, there's food and oil waiting there."
Odenyll bugles! A gold! Yep he's proud, and it shows as he preens his delight. "Well....well guess you got your wish Aika." grin appears "Congratulation Nimris and Immoku." J'ran merley shakes his head turning his attention to the last hatchling
Mestheye okays He blinks a bit as a gold appears flooding into color almost right before his very eyes distracted by the bonding he turns his attention from the hatchling that seems so mecurical for only a moment to grin "Nim, Immoku! Grats! A gold! she's a beauty!" he congratulates her softly.
Aika whispers over to K'ndra with a smile. "I would like to be able to talk to N'ris after the hatching is through if you don't mind me taking up some of her time?" She smiles looking to the gold fledgling pair.
Ramiro gasps when the gold finds Nimris, "Wow.." is all he can say, though he silently chuckles knowing that someone will be happy she impressed gold. Ahem. Then he takes one last look at the sands, and the last hatchling. "I hope it hurries up so I can go..It's rather hot in here."
Xheryniiku gives a soft croon to her daughter, Immoku, welcoming her!
Alexi leans forward, peering around Mestheye to observe Nimris. "Hrm. Gold." Blink. "One left." She leans back, observing the other candidates warily. "Ten gone from our numbers.. who's going to be the last one?" Pause. "I suppose my guess for twin golds was incorrect. I'm just not having much luck at all tonight."
K'ndra nods to Aika and she steps up to N'ris and Immoku "If you two will follow me, we can get her some food." she motions to the Alcove.
K'ndra moves to the side of the sands.
K'ndra has left.
N'ris has eyes for Immoku, gathering her close, talking to her. Blinking back the shock and the joy of the dragon. She follows after K'ndra.
Starved Ghostly White Hatchling can't retain the angelic pose for long with a golden flame burning up the sands. Another hiss is sounded in an attempt to regain some of that desired attention, but this time the hiss is followed by a full out charge at those remaining in the semi-circle. Lucky for most, it is a hole that the baby finds, sailing past them all to come back from behind.
N'ris moves closer to Immoku.
N'ris moves to the side of the sands.
N'ris has left.
Irlan turns now, always keeping a good watch on the last hatchling as it charges the line, suspicion coloring his gaze as he watches it, even to the point of moving slowly away.
Ramiro acks softly as the dragon charges the rest of the candidates, almost tumbling over to get out of it's way. His heart starts pounding, "What the frell is the matter with that one?" He steps back, keeping his eyes on it carefully. "Now I really want out of here."
Ketsumei doesn't like the fact that this hatchling is -- is /stalking/ the candidates, especially not when she happens to be in the back. With an "eep" of surprise, Ket decides to transpose her red-headed friend so that she's now behind Ket, the girl peering warily. "At least there aren't any *other* hatchlings I have to worry about, right?" One quick glance over the shoulder proves it, then eyes drift back. "C'mon, you, pick."
K'ndra moves onto the sands.
K'ndra has arrived.
Valince licks his dry lips and glances over towards Ramiro and gives a small smile before glancing away and not feeling much like giggling right now. He congrats the goldling pair and turn his gaze on the remaining hatchling, not much hope at all that he will be it's choice.
Mestheye watches N'ris go suddenly finding one side empty. He looks rather forlornly at Alexi and shrugs "has their ever been twin golds?" his attention finally shifting to the very last hatching. It's watched with a lift of a brow "It's..mercurical." he yelps suddenly as hatchling charges past blinking, and actually trips over his feet to land on his buns in the sand. "Whoa...ya missed there er...." shifting his head to gaze at hatchling 'Ow hot!" so much for being graceful.
Starved Ghostly White Hatchling is just as quick to follow up on an advantage as anyone would be right? All's fair in love and war. Or something like that. Besides, he's made it so easy, coming down to this level. The angel returns with a croon of joy.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Starved Ghostly White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chasing the Light and Darkness Brown Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jaws part, beginning a dividing line which reaches across his entire body. Upon the top of his muzzle, above the parted line, scales are darkly colored. A milk chocolate feathers to darker umber on each individual scale, creating overall a shimmery effect of shifting shadows. Eyes of obsidian seems perfectly placed in this dark brown, surveying all without hint of emotion. Below along his jaw line the tone is lighter, flirting in lightly toasted almond and cappuccino, scales highlighted by a frosting of cream. The lightness glistens as he moves, muscles rippling beneath flirty scales and so the light and darkness divide down the arc of his neck. Ridges are cast in the darkness, brown nearing black upon each tip while below the light brown spreads. It rolls over the curve of his chest, fighting for dominance along his sides and claiming arms and legs, which ends in creamy claws. Darkness slides just above his arms, curving along a line which does not mix along his sides to capture the top of his tail, ridges there a little less dark than on his neck, simply a deep chocolate. While arms and legs may have fallen to the toasty brown, great shoulders, and back supporting his wings are lined with the shadowy shimmering scales, color claiming to the very tips of his spars. The sails themselves remain aloof, strictly divided from the darker brown. While too they mirror this sharp division, they are apart from the rest of his body. From the ground one will see undersides of a silky light creamy brown, while from above it is hard to tell spar from sail for the darkness of shadowed brown which resides. When seen through the sun or moons filtered light, the colors mix to a beautiful glow and the patterns of veins which run throughout the sail pulse mesmerizingly within.
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Alexi sends Mes a sad expression, not moving from her spot. "I wouldn't know. I haven't been around /that/ long. Do I really seem that old to you?" She brightens slightly. "Now, see? You're on the sands and you're in peril. But, even though you wouldn't help /me/.." Hand is offered obligingly to Mes. "I'll help you up." She's so nice. "Er..?" And then this brown hatchling would /have/ to appear out of nowhere and ruin her plans. "..bother."
M'thye blinks eyes glazing a bit. He scrambles up managing not to get tangled in robe forgetting the chaos for a moment to hug brown "Luuku!" M'thy announces "His name is Luuku!"
Ketsumei spots the brown colour flooding into the hatchling's hide, the fact that it's fairly far away, and she hears no voices. A big whoosh of relief is let out, even despite the sudden angelicy of the dragon. Its -- /his/ -- bonded is given a grin and a thumbs up. "Congratulations! Told you you'd do it." Eggy carnage is noted, no further hatchlings are. Once more, that exit for non-bonded is eyed.
Ramiro dusts himself off after the last one bonds. He mutters softly under his breath. He eyes the exit, wanting to leave instantly.
Aika watches quietly as she sees the last hatchling looking among the candidates as it takes its time in finding its bondmate. "Well one more left Xheryniiku and your babies will all be starting their new lives and training." She gives almost a sad look that things had to go so quick but almost relieved as she looks to J'ran. "Well soon enough we'll have yet another 'hatching' so to speak to look forward to, I promise Xheryniiku will let you know in time for you to get here. At least we'll be off the sands. She wipes sweat from her brow as she sees the bonding of the last hatchling as it reveals a brown. She claps as she tries to figure out who it chose and then as M'theye announces its name. "Congratulations M'theye and Luuku!" Xheryniiku bugles brightly to the last hatchling in pride of whom he's chosen.
Xheryniiku looks at the remaining shards on the sands and seems relieved partly that she is finally done.
Valince sighs with all hope dashed away. He puts on a smile and congrats the brown pair and looks over towards Ramiro, wondering if his friend feels like he does and looks around for a rock to crawl under.
Irlan just glances over, more than relieved that he shall soon be leaving, letting his feet kick at the sand somewhat as he waits to be released.
J'ran dies "we are soooo in trouble with those two." his comment soft to Aika "Congratulations M'thye! Luuku!" he calls out even as Oden warbles happily. Yep this hatching went well. J'ran nods in answer to Aika "good." his words soft he waits as the last is led off then joins Aika with the other candidates.
Tsarina> From the Sands, Riana grins a bit and she walks over to M'thye, "This way, M'thye, Luuku, fallow me to the north pelase."
Riana grins a bit and she walks over to M'thye, "This way, M'thye, Luuku, fallow me to the north pelase."
Riana moves to the side of the sands.
Riana has left.
K'ndra moves to the side of the sands.
K'ndra has left.
M'thye moves closer to Luuku.
M'thye moves to the side of the sands.
M'thye has left.
Aika sighs as she knows her duty now as she steps forwards and raises her voice towards the remaining candidates. "I would like to say that I'm sorry that your bonds were not on the sands in Xheryniiku's clutch. I wish her clutch had been perhaps bigger so there may have been a chance that your bond would have been there but unfortunately it wasn't. I just wanted to say that you are all welcome to stay at Greystone Aerie should you wish. There is going to be a hatching feast in the Living Caverns and you all are invited to attend. Just remember that just because your bond was not on the sands today doesn't mean that he or she may not be in a future clutch. I was found by Xheryniiku my third time standing so don't give up hope."
Ketsumei isn't sad, nor is she disappointed, or any of those other things that most people would be -- and have been, and are -- in such a time. Instead, she's rather angry, sending accusing looks towards Odenyll, completely brushing off the talk Aika gives and impatiently waiting to be allowed to leave the sands, looking only towards the exit.
J'ran tilts his head examining each one quietly Ket's anger isn't lost on him or oden and bronze rumbles softly.
Alexi rocks from side to side, feet lifting on and off the sands as the heat finally starts to bother her. Really bother her. "Do we have to clear our stuff out of the barracks right away?" she asks, perhaps a little timidly. "I've really gotten used to my cot and I'd like to finish my nap.."
Aika doesn't take much notice of Ketsumei's reactions and such as she looks over to the candidates. "No you don't have to rush out of the barracks, you are free to take your time. Your duties if you are a resident or crafter remain are still available here if you so wish them back. You can all leave now and go enjoy the feast."
Ramiro nods towards Aika not really hearing her. He takes this as permission to leave, bowing to the clutch parents again before he wanders out towards the exit. His face is expressionless...it's back to being the tough guy.
Ramiro slips into the candidate tunnel.
Ramiro has left.
Valince nod slowly after Aika finishes speaking and starts to study his very hot feet. He wonders why they don't seem so hot anymore s his gaze flickers over towards the exit and he clasp his hands tightly in front of him waiting to be dismissed.
Ketsumei doesn't particularly seem to care who does and does not notice her anger; it's there all the same. Once the word -- well, words of release are given, she immediately turns her leaning momentum into a pace and heads rapidly towards the exit without a word to anyone.
Ketsumei slips into the candidate tunnel.
Ketsumei has left.
Valince slips into the candidate tunnel.
Valince has left.
Irlan moves off the Sands to the Galleries.
Irlan has left.
Alexi beams, seeming quite relieved. "Ah, thank you. Not terribly anxious to get back to mucking, if you can imagine." A look around and, noting that most of her fellow candidates have taken their exits, she turns and makes her own.
Alexi slips into the candidate tunnel.
Alexi has left.