Welcome to Five Stone Weyr!

[KyoCaz]

The sun was rising on newly fallen snow. The first day of winter. How did Sophia hate it! Nalith had been watching her eggs for the last month or two. Sophia didn’t remember, but those eggs could hatch any day now. Seventeen creamy eggs and one beautiful gold egg. Sophia sighed as she walked briskly to the Hatching Sands to accompany her gold. When she arrived, the motherly gold was curled around her eggs watching them protectively. Sophia smiled and walked to her dragon to rub her head.

“Nalith, do you think your eggs will hatch soon?” Sophia asked her dragon. Nalith lifted her head to reply, but was interrupted by a whack against her hide. One of the eggs had moved and several soon followed shaking in their spots. The gold egg even started to rumble as more and more of the eggs started to rock. A deep hum from every dragon could now be heard by all. Nalith’s eyes whirled bright green and blue, her eggs were finally hatching! Nalith stood up on the warm sands and called out to all,

My eggs are hatching, Come now to the Sands!

Sophia smiled as Nalith moved away from her clutch. The golden mother sat herself close enough to her clutch but still far enough away for them to hatch. Those candidates better hurry, these eggs don’t seem to wait.

{ HATCHING TIME! Get your Candidates to the sands, and get ready for Five Stones first Hatching! *squees*

Phaznote: Hatchling sprites were made using Dove's hatchling builder! :D }

[akusma]

Walls seemed to shake, vibrating with the force of the hum that was breached from nearly every dragons neck, felt deep in every preson, shaking them to their boots. Or sandals, shoes, or feet in general. The sound was invigerating, shaking, exciting. Dragons hummed for few reason. Hatching the main one, the one people waited for. Dragon after dragon joined in the almighty chorus and flew from where they stood, lay, bathed or swam, wings beating in rapid beats to carry them from where they were to where the eggs were rocking, ready to break shell to fight Thread. From this clutch would rise the new generation of dragon, the new fighters and protectors of Pern. And amidst the humm, happy and wonderful as it was, sounded another sound, terriying even on a good day and causing just as much, if not more, virabtions and shaking.

Mistrath roared his displeasure, head shaking fro side to side as his eyes flashed orange. Claws dug into the ledge he stood upon, gouging rips into the rock. He roared again, anger clear in his tone. This was not right! The infernal eggs that lay upon the heated sands should die! T'lar hurried from his room, shaken from his own bed as he stumbled to the ledge, hoping to calm his brute of a Bronze down. But...something stopped him. He stood by the doorway to the ledge and looked out. It was cold, his breath steamed in the air in front of him. The first day of winter. He stared, blinking in supprise. It had snowed during the night, the warmer Autumn weather turning frostbitten in an instant. He shivered, stepping back into the warmth.

"stop it Mistrath, most of them will be nothing like their mother and father, same colours maybe, not same personality. And besides," he stopped then, laughing at his dragon, "You'll have the tiny little things adoring you, how bad can that be?" He walked away from his dragon, cursing the fact that he had walked outside, in that weather, without a shirt on. Shards, if anyone had seen him...

Kiri screamed, running rampant around her room in an attempt to find the white robe all Candidates were forced to wear on the sands. She'd woken up early to try and make snow dragons, failing miserably in the attempt. Snowballs had been her next best option. That had failed as well. The smaller kids didn't want to play with her, and the older ones were busy with chores. Anyone else was asleep or didn't want to come out. She'd been rather bored and reduced to going back to sleep. And waking up late. She'd missed one set of chores, the only one for the day. It seemed that with the hatching fast approching the number of chores she had been given had dropped. Most likely so chores weren't left unfinished before the unfortunate Candidates fled for the sands. She paused and stared thoughtfully at a pile of mess in the corner of her room, wondering what poor person had been given dish duty, and whether or not her robe was in there? She fast set about rumaging, clothes being thrown everywhere. This was a hatching!

T'lar merely laughed at his dragon as the large bronze paced on his ledge, teeth shining in the morning sun. He grabbed his coat, making sure that he'd managed to put in it right before he walked onto the ledge. Sure as antyhing a pair of jaws came lashing out to pull at any part of the coat they could find. T'lar laughed and ducked, moving out of range of the big-sharp-teethies.

"Just fly Mistrath. Please?" The answering raor and leap from the ledge was enough to make T'lar scramble for a hold on the long neck in front of his as his dragon dived, his screaming that this was not what he had in mind the whole time. The Brzone chuckled, evil grin marring his jaw and he leveled out, letting the blondes head slam into him neck and not feeling remotely sorry for maon of pain that came after. He did not join in the humming as he settled on his own ledge, snarling at anything that came too close, having dropped T'lar off at the entrance to the sands. The rider groaned, moving into the stands to find a seat near the front, wanting to see what hatched first. It was a lot warmer here then it had been at his weyr...

Kiri scrambled past the people, shouting apologies everytime she turned a corner. The grin on her face was noted by a few, a couple of 'Good luck!' cries were thrown towards her from people she knew. Grinning she stepped onto the sands and groaned at her choice of caot. The sands were much warmer then she had been expecting. She calmly slif the caot to around her elbows, prancing onto the sands. What would Raiell Impress? The girl who had her own child. Would F'lin be here? Would he come to watch her possibly Impress? The thought made her grin. She liked F'lin, and Aeroth, they both had confidence in her, and they were fun to talk to. Well, eighteen eggs to go, and one Queen. She stared in wonder at the largest egg, it's shell a smooth golden tone that made her shiver watching it. A Queen!

[Kay]

"ALL RIGHT! LET'S GO! HURRY UP!" bellowed Y'rud as the candidates around him began scrambling to get their robes and sandals on for the imminent Hatching. "THOSE EGGS HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY, AND NEITHER HAVE I!"

Raiell raced around her room in focused silence, trying to block out the Candidate Master's harsh yelling so that she would not forget anything important. The creche mistress had already come to take Deelia, so she didn't have to worry about that. She'd made sure that riders had been sent to Fort Hold to fetch her father and her sister, so that they could be here for the Hatching. She was already dressed in her white robe, and was pulling on her second sandal now... Ohh, but why did it feel like she was forgetting something?

"LET'S GO! TIME'S UP! OUT ONTO THE SANDS WITH YOU ALL!" Y'rud roared.

Maybe it was just her imagination, Raiell thought, wringing her hands together nervously. Every fiber of her body felt on edge, taught, anxious. She could have laughed at herself. What reason did she have to be so jumpy? After all, she was a healer, and if she didn't Impress, it wasn't as though she would be losing her livelihood. She had Deelia, so it wasn't as though she had to fear being alone.

And yet...how very badly she wanted to Impress today. Her desire for it was so intense it almost hurt. Why? Why did she feel such a longing to find in one of those hatchlings a lifemate? After all, she would have to give up Deelia if she became a dragonrider! But...she wanted it. Maybe because she was curious--curious of what kind of love she could really find within the multi-faceted eyes of a creature twice her size at birth. Maybe...

But Y'rud was not giving her any time to contemplate her peculiar emotions, and as she hopped out into the hallway, he was already ushering them all out of the barracks with sharp, barking commands. Raiell followed obediently, head down, and drew in several deep breaths to calm herself as they walked out onto the golden sands. Above them loomed the gigantic form of the queen mother herself, and Raiell reverently curtsied before the gold dragon, as she had been taught to do before nobility since her youth. After all, who was more noble than the Weyrwoman's queen?

As she stood there, waiting for her destiny, Raiell closed her eyes and told herself that no matter what came of today's Hatching...no matter what happened...she would always have her daughter to remind her of what love really was. She opened her eyes and stared out over the clutch of eggs that were rocking and shaking.

She was ready.

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"I take it our bet is still on?"

"Is a dragon's tail spaded?" F'lin grinned eagerly as he clapped his wingmate on the back. "Just you wait. At the end of the day, I think we all know whose pocket will be jangling with marks and whose will be empty!"

"Yeah, mine!" scoffed the brown rider skeptically. "You're a little overconfident, F'lin, don't you think?"

"Nah. I always place my bets with an utter sense of recklessness," F'lin replied, watching his brown rider friend depart shaking his head. At last, he could watch the Hatching! Although the eggs hadn't yet begun to crack, he could sense the building tension in the air as the candidates one by one stumbled out onto the sands in their white candidate robes and sandals. One of the first he spotted was none other than Kiri, the peculiar girl whom he'd spend a day with a while ago, who had so flustered him with her undulating moods. One minute she had liked him, the next she'd been cold and distant. Well, no matter. She was too young for F'lin anyway, he'd decided.

"GO KIRI!" he shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth to be better heard above the din that had erupted in the Hatching cavern. He stood up in his seat and waved his arms vigorously to make sure that she saw him there.

Couldn't you for once be normal? asked Aeroth with what must have been the draconic equivalent of rolling ones eyes.

{Nope. Not as much fun.}

Of course...

[Arista]

"GAHHHHH," Keedric yelled. "I NEED A TUNIC WILL YOU WAIT A BIT??" The boy pulled a tunic on, put on his robe, and managed to fasten the pendant around his neck before sprinting onto the Sands.
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Em had already put on her robe. Devika was crooning with the hatching song. She smiled. She was ready.
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Nerenth was humming softly. He now felt no anger against Cradeth or Nalith, just happiness for the babies to come.

[KyoCaz]

Delask rubbed his eyes as he sat in his bed. There was a humming sound from all around and the candidate master was yelling at them all to wake up. It must be the Hatching! Delask thought with a smile on his face as he quickly got out of bed and attempted to find his white robe. His golden hair was a mess but Delask didn’t care; he needed to find his robe. After searching for what seemed like hours, Delask finally found the white robe. Sighing with relief, Delask hastily put it on and flew out the door.

It was cold outside but the heat of the Hatching Sands was warm. Delask flinched at the heat when he first stepped onto the sands with his bare feet. He was supposed to stand enduring this heat on his feet until the dragons finally hatched?! Again, might he add! For this was Delask’s second time standing for a Hatching and obviously he did not impress last time. He was determined to become a Harper after the last hatching but his younger sister had stopped him. Cecilia wanted him to try again and Delask obeyed.

Looking onto the eighteen eggs, Delask sighed. He was torn. A part of him wanted to just leave right now to become a harper at the HarpersHall, but the other half actually wanted to become a dragonrider. Delask sighed. Today was going to be a very important day.

[Bookworm]

Peytrel lay awake, staring at the ceiling as he waited for wake up call. He knew he still had a little bit of time before he had to rise. He could see new fallen snow out the window. The thought of snow angels enticed him. Maybe there would be free time later, after lessons...

My eggs are hatching, Come now to the Sands!

Gasping, he sat bolt upright in bed. Had he imagined it? No, the other candidates were getting up too! Peytrel jumped off of the cot, wincing when his bare feet hit the cold floor. Scurrying over to his trunk, he pulled on his white robe. Oh, there was a speck of dust on it! Frantically, he brushed it off, then found another on his sleeve. There was dirt everywhere! And what was that green stain on the hem? Peytrel froze, transfixed by the dirty robe. He had to clean it! But there was no time...then, a candidate bumped him on his way out, and Peytrel was able to move again.

He hurried to the sands, reaching them before the first egg hatched. He could feel the humming as well as hear it. Peytrel bowed to the Queen, then joined the other candidates. He glanced over at Raiell and smiled weakly at her. She was the only candidate he really knew. Peytrel didn't feel ready for this. He had gone to the review lessons, but would it be enough? He still didn't quite understand what made a dragon pick someone.

[KyoCaz]

As more and more candidates and spectators arrived, the eggs were noticeably shaking harder and faster. Nalith cooed at her eggs as they shook. One in particular egg, one very small egg, was shaking harder than even the largest eggs. This little dragon wanted to be free. The egg rolled over on its side hitting another egg in the process and started to crack from the impact. After a few moments, the little dragon inside finally managed to kick out one of its legs. A light blue dragonet foot was sticking out of the cracking egg. A few spectators giggled at the sight.

The little blue finally freed himself from his creamy imprisonment. The blue shook off some of the left over egg-goo that was on his back before looking to his mother and cooing.

Nalith cooed back at her child and edged him to make his choice, “Welcome little one, go now and find Yours.

The blue turned to the candidates with his tail swinging back and forth in the air like a cat. He only looked at the candidates for a second before knowing who he wanted. Walking towards the boy candidates, the little blue about the size of a normal green found his. K’ric! I found you, now you must feed your Rajath so we can go play!

Rajath
playful- humorous- cheerful
Impressed to K’ric (Arista)

[Arista]

Keedric watched as the eggs rocked. One seemed to be rocking quite hard, like it wanted out, immediately.
A blue foot stuck out of the shell, looking quite comical.
And then, Keedric's heart stopped and his world overturned.
All that mattered was the little blue in front of him.
K’ric! I found you, now you must feed your Rajath so we can go play!
/S...sure Rajath. Let's play.../
Yes! Play and food both!

[PhazonDragon]

Ce'rel and Cradeth

My children are hatching, my children are hatching, and you must take forever! Cradeth huffed, pacing in the weyr. His quickly swirling eyes watched the weyrleader as he struggled to pull on a warm pair of pants. A cold winter had suddenly blown in, and though the hatching sands would be burning, he still needed to be warm for the flight there. Hurry! the bronze urged, and hummed along with his dragonkin.

"I'm coming, you fat wherry! I'm coming!" Ce'rel hopped around, standing on one foot while he shook his other leg in an effort to pull the sharding pants on. "We can't be that late anyway... They won't miss us," Ce'rel grunted as he struggled with his clothing. It was not a good time to get fumble fingers..

Cradeth's humming increased in intensity, the dragon holding the note for a moment, then it broke off, falling down an octave, signaling the hatching of a young dragonet. Blue Rajath has hatched! Will you not hurry? And you call me fat. Cradeth halted in his pacing to lower himself to the floor. Ce'rel scrambled on, still fastening the buttons on his riding fur.

Cradeth leapt out of the weyr, and gratefully caught a rare updraft that carried his bulk to the sands. As the latecomer dragon slowed his entrance speed, the dragons below scuttled out of the way. Before Cradeth even touched the stone ledge where he perched, Ce'rel had already slid down his side to dash to Sophia, and unashamedly grasped her in a huge hug. "They're hatching!" he whispered excitedly into her ear.

(( :B ))

[akusma]

She nearly missed the yell of excitement that wafter over the sands, engrossed as she was in inspecting each and every egg. Before she heard F'loin's yell she had been humming gently, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. She had been enjoying the peace, well, relative peace of the sands before the eggs began to hatch and the dragonets began to break into the world. It could hardly be called peace with the humming of every dragon in the Weyr raging through the heads of every person here. Or perhaps the hum could be called peacfeul...Only in a loud way. Kiri was sure that, despite the loveliness of it all, it would give her a headache before she leaft. Now however, instead of comtemplating the peace of everything around her, she span , looking frantically through the people in the audience for the source of the yelling. F'lin! He'd come to see! Well, he had to if he had bets placed here really. BUt she waved madly, hopping up and down and grinning.

"THANK YOU F'LIN!" she wasn;t sure if he would be able to hear her though, the sands were getting louder as more and more peoepl streamed into the stands and candidates began walking in. She waved once more though, before turning towards the eggs. Aeroth was sure she would Impress, she doubted that, but if that was the case, to what? She looked around and took all the candidates on. There were loards of them! The majority were girls, all grouping together on one side. It was then that Kiri realised that she was standing where the boys were. A small blush and a shuffle and she decided, Shard it. She would stand where she wanted to.

T'lar looked down the row of seets, rasing an eyesbrow at the yelling Bluerider. He looked familier...Mistrath growled in his mind, claws pinpricking the walls and making him wince. Ah, it was someone he should know then. If you are stupid enough not to recognise your own wing mates, then you are not worthy of leading it. T'lar blinked. Oh. F'lin of Blue Aeroth. HE sighed and stood up, moving past people to reach the seet mext to the man who was part of his wing. Mistrath purred and rumlbed in his mind, waves of approvel following the sound. T'lar shook hsi head, tutting the large Bronze which only edged a snarl and a flash of red that made him wince.

"F'lin, right? T'lar," He said, about to offer a hand when the eggs began rocking with renewed vigure, one moving faster and harder then all the others. He moved, looking out and leaning forwards. A small egg, not one that could be much more then a Blue at most. A light Blue foot wriggled from a hole it had punched through it's creamy shell. He snorted, Misrtah leaning back and raoring from his perch. He'd just lost 5 Marks, great. He watched the small, light Blue dragonet Impress before sighing. "There goes my money," he mourned. A Blue was the first to hatch, not a good start to some.

But Kiri laughed and clapped, hopping nearly. A Blue! A beautiful Blue that was just wonderful! He was small, incredibly light coloured, but there seemed to be darker markings on his wings. She sighed and ooed over him, looking worriedly over at the Gold who was his mother. What would hatch next?

[PhazonDragon]

After the small light blue hatched, a second egg rocked with extreme fervor. For a second anyway. A quick tap on the inside shell, and a network of cracks made their way out of the tip of the egg. At once, the rocking slowed to that of the pace of a pendulum. It was almost hypnotic, as slow as the pace was. Yet, the miniature canyons on the surface of the egg continued to spread. Calmly and deliberately, a bright blue paw stuck itself out of the now more fragile shell. It clawed at the egg, chipping bits and pieces off of the edges.

A tiny squawk was what greeted the weyr as the young blue shove his triangular head out of the widening hole in the shell. His eyes swirled brightly, filled with cheer and hunger as all dragonets felt. He nosed at the shell, pulling his head slightly back into the shell. He chirped as large chunk popped off of the egg, and he stepped out of the shell. The blue snorted, and sniffed at his wet wings as he took a few steady steps forward.

Annoyed, the hatchling licked at the egg goo, trying to clean himself, but failed to finish when he decided he didn't taste the slightest bit good. Instead, he took to choosing his bonded, considering his hunger was now getting the best of him. He inspected the candidates, first the females that looked promising, but proved not fit for him. Mine, are you here? he wondered as he approached the males.

.. There you are! The blue trotted up to a candidate with a particularly dirty robe. P'trel, you may not like to be spotless, but your Lurduth does. Lurduth turned in a tight circle around his Chosen, wings open slightly. Hmm.

Lurduth
Calm - Clean - Balanced
Impressed to P'trel (Bookworm)

[Nuriko]

Nuri offered the last scrap of her lunch to Sienna, stroking the brown's head as he ate, emitting a purr-like croon. It took a moment for the obvious to dawn on the journeywoman weaver- the eggs were hatching! Sienna rose into the air, eyes whirling with excitement and transmitting emotions of joy and contentment. All dragonkind loved a hatching.

Nuri, for her part, scrambling out of her cross-legged position on her bed, rushing to her clothes trunk, snatching her white robe off the top and pulling it over her head. She raced after the last of the candidates, glad she was wearing sturdy boots, for the Hatching Sands were hot! Sienna landed on her shoulder, his tail wrapping round her neck.

"Nuri!" She looked around hastily at the familiar voice, finally spotting her brother R'lin with his brown Ralith. She waved, a grin on her face. To think she had another chance at Impressing! Two Dragonriders in one family! Maybe. Go to R'lin. She told Sienna, curtsying to Golden Nalith as she passed her.

She stood on the Grounds near the eggs, watching as two blues hatched in close succession.

[PhazonDragon]

Urged on by the enthusiastic clapping and cheering of the spectators, a small mound of sand quivered. As the loose sand on the top slid off, a nineteenth egg was revealed. An extra egg! Was Nalith hiding this one? For what purpose? The force of its shaking revealed more and more of the middle-sized egg. This one wasn't the normal cream-colored wonder. In fact, this one was an odd, off-color. A dull rainbow sheen covered the shell; seemingly flawless. Eagerly, both crowd and candidates turned to face the egg, delighting in the web-work of cracks that made their way across the surface.

A delicate claw poked out of the shell, then slunk back in. A moment passed as the spectators held their breath. What would come out of this hidden egg? A bronze that was so hoped for? A heroic brown would be just as nice. And even then, a blue or a green would serve the weyr well also. What color of dragon did this secret egg contain?

A collective breath drew from the crowd. The egg snapped, broken in two, and fell to the sands. Out from the middle of the egg shell mess rose a beautiful dragon, a sight to behold. It raised its twin heads proudly, and flared it's nostrils. With a loud squawk, the rainbow-colored dragon lifted it's wings, and stalked about the sands; an air of elegance dancing about it.

As the spectators watched in complete shock, a young girl toddled out onto the sands. She was hardly five turns old, but she felt drawn to the rainbow mutant. Alongside her was an elderly man, one past his prime, but still in good shape. He too was drawn to the rainbow dragon.

We choose... the voice filled the minds of the two weyr folk who wandered onto the sands. April, you are now Mine, one head murmured to the young girl. Fo'ols, I will accept you, the other head concluded, in acknowledgement of the elderly man.

Specth
Bipolar - Prophetic - Wizened
Impressed to April, Fo'ols (NPC)

Well, if you couldn't tell already, this is an April Fools Day joke! XD A bit late, but does that really matter? After all, who would expect it five days after April First? 8D
Er yeah. This is for the lulz. This does not actually happen. :B

[Kay]

Kiri had obviously heard F'lin's shout of encouragement, because she was now bouncing up and down on the Sands with her usual spritely vitality. F'lin grinned as he saw her and returned her enthusiastic waving, then sat down to watch as the Hatching began.

It wasn't long, however, before his solitude was interrupted by the presence of none other than his wingleader. F'lin hadn't spent much time interacting with his superiors since his transfer to Goldtalon Wing, partially because he was a little begrudging of the fact that he'd been forcibly transferred in the first place. But when the bronzerider came right up to him and sat down beside him, F'lin decided he might as well take the opportunity to get to know the man who led his wing.

"A pleasure," he replied as T'lar introduced himself. "My duty to Mistrath. I'm sure that he and Aeroth are enjoying themselves up there on the ledges."

Just then, the first egg cracked and spilled open, revealing a tiny ice-blue dragonet. F'lin heard T'lar's moan at having lost some of his marks, and an eager smile came to the blue rider's face.

"So you're a betting man, eh?" F'lin asked, reaching into his pocket to see how many marks he had to gamble. "Well, I'll bet you 3 marks that the next egg to Hatch will be a bronze!"

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Y'rud stood back, watching the Hatching from a distance beneath the arch of the great entrance to the Sands through which his candidates had marched just a few minute before. It was all up to them now. He'd done all he could as their teacher--and hopefully they'd learned a bit of discipline on the way. Some of them would be disappointed and return to the candidate barracks after they failed to Impress. Others would go on to become dragonriders of Pern.

"You're awfully quiet, Mister Candidate Master."

The soft voice startled Y'rud out of his reverie, and he turned to see his weyrmate, Greenrider Sania. She smiled and stepped forward to slide into Y'rud's welcoming embrace.

"Just spending a few quiet moments to myself before the wave of depressed candidates comes this way," said Y'rud dryly.

"I am sure that your candidates have learned enough under your guidance that most of them will find their lifemates today," Sania assured him. "Oh look! The first egg has Hatched!"

"A blue," murmured Y'rud. "A bronze would have meant better luck."

"Who's that boy it's Impressed to?"

Y'rud squinted as he looked out at the newly Impressed pair. "Keedric, I think. I liked him. Very neat, very orderly." His eyes followed the path of the second hatchling, also a blue, as it padded up to stand in front of that new boy--the nervous-looking one--Peytrel, that was it. The Candidate Master's eyebrows raised in surprise when he realized that the lad had Impressed. Maybe the dragons could see something in him that Y'rud could not.

"Two blues, and no bronzes yet," Sania observed.

"Not to mention the queen." Y'rud's eyes settled on the larger, golden egg even as it quivered and shook along with all the others. Soon, the Weyr would be celebrating the birth of its new queen.

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Raiell was caught in a whirlwind of motion as one by one the eggs began to split and crack open, and wet, beautiful dragonlings tumbled out onto the hot sand. The first to Hatch was a little blue, his hide like a chill winter sky, like a frost-covered lake. Raiell moved towards him hopefully, but the blue teetered past her and Impressed to one of the boys standing on the other side of her. Soon, eggs were popping open all over the place, and it was all Raiell could do to keep track of everything that was going on.

{They are all so gorgeous and perfect,} Raiell thought to herself, her eyes shining with awe as each dragonet emerged from its shell. The only other time she had felt so breathless was after the birth of her darling little girl, Deelia, when she had held her tiny body in her arms and kissed her tiny cheek. The miracle of life was a wonder to be hold, whether it was the birth of a child or the birth of a dragon.

Raiell looked out into the crowd and saw the creche mistress standing at the front of the stands, holding Deelia and bouncing her up and down and waving her little arm to Raiell, as though telling her to wish her mommy good luck. A radiant smile burst over Raiell's face. With Deelia's blessing, Raiell was sure she could do anything! Maybe one of these magnificent hatchlings would find her worthy... Oh, she certainly hoped so!

[akusma]

T'lar looked to the side at F'lin, raising an eyebrow. He'd known the man to be a gambler, but this much of one? He snorted and leant back, hand fumbling around in his pocket. How many Marks did he have...? Ouch, not many. He roughly weighted out the possibilities in his mind. It was a good sized clutch, a Blue may have hatched first, but with a Bronze sire (and here T'lar was careful not to think Cradeth) thre should be some Bronze in here somewhere. Don't be a hatchling and bet. T'lar nodded, taking his hand from his pocket. Sure, why not.

"You're on," but even as T'lar uttered those words another of the eggs began to rock and crack. The slow movement of the egg made T'lar raise an eyesbrow and wonder of another egg would beat this one to the punch. But slowly and curely cracks worked their way all over the surface of the egg and a Blue paw burst from the shell. T'lar stared at it for a moment. Did that count as being hatched? Because he was sure there was still simt eof a larger egg to crack and a Bronze to...But no, the Blue head forced it's way through the shell and slowly but surely the whole Blue worked from it's shell. T'lar groaned.

"Three marks?" He winced, reaching into his pocket as Mistrath grumlbed and growled what could only be called a laugh inside his head. Mistrath was never one to be happy, but the air that surrounded the hatching was enough for any dragon to be more...enjoyable then normal. The Bronze growled, eyeing the second Blue in this clutch to have hatched. Only Blue's? A clutch sired by him would have hatched more then anough Bronze by now. He snarled, slyly eying Cradeth out of the corner of his eye.

Kiri however was having a ball of a time. She gasped and cooed over the next dragonet to hatch. Another pretty Blue, bright and light. Compared to this Blue, the one that had just left the sands with his bonded was nearly grey. This was a nice, light, sky blue that literally shone in the light. She smiled brightly at the guy he had Impressed to. She had no idea who he was.

"Congratulations!" she burbled, nodding at him as she stepped away, smiling brightly. She truely wished them both the best of luck! Her attention was then back to the eggs, hands writhing as she stared at each and every creamy shell. Each was the image of perfection, each held the new life of the Weyr and one held what would be Five Stone's Junior Queen. Kiri smiled, looking at the large, gold covered sheen. Ah, that was right! A woman's dragon and men could hardly complain since they had every colour to Impress to after all. Browns and Bronzes were also male only dragons, a dragon pureply for women was as it should be, and having the Weyr run pureply becaise of the Gold's was just brilliant. Kiri sighed, looking around the stands. Of course, Greens were wonderful as well, more then that. They made up most of the Weyr, and the shades they came in were simply beautiful!