Sylvan Weyr

[Carni]

A soft humming awoke Theresa from her slumber, ending another night she had spend in the huge Cavern that held Dafnierth' first clutch. One Sevenday ago, the Candidates had touched the shells, brining the final spark of life to the young dragons, something that had given the Crimsonrider headaches ever since. She was reacting sensible to the growing power of the hatchlings inside their shells, refusing to leave her dragons side any longer than absolutely necessary. Dafnierth herself had been much too busy with her young to notice her riders slight sickness, brooding over the Mandarin Garnet even more than before, shifting her weight in unease from time to time when she released the Egg from her grip, flexing her claws which were feeling much too cold from being so close to the orange and red egg.

The other eggs had gotten extra care too after the Touching, Dafnierth had rolled them around and carefully inspected every single shell three times before being statisfied. None had been harmed during the touching, all fourteen were still whole, still growing, still hardening even further. The Banquet was prepared one day prior, the Weyr just waiting for the day to come, expecting the Eggs to reach the right hardness every day... and still it caught Theresa by suprise, seeing her dragons chest vibrate like this. It was an almost deafening sound, something she wouldn't even try to reproduce, knowing that her human throat was not able to produce a noise such as this. She gazed at the eggs, pulling away the red wing Dafnierth had carefully placed over the precious Gemstones. No... none was moving yet. But soon they would, Theresa trusted her dragon to know when the time was right.

Just a moment later, Gold Pestilence arrived, Brown Mud following swiftly after, both firelizards buzzing through the Cavern for a moment, singing their high counterpart to Dafnierth' dark voice before they found a small ledge where they could settle down and watch the entire Hatching - they probably awoke a well known Green from her slumber but neither of the Firelizard payed her any mind, having only eyes for the Eggs among whom the first begun to twitch slightly.

Only a heartbeat after the Firelizards settled down, just when the first Egg moved, the Weyr itself seemed to awake. Dafnierth' humming had barely been hearable, her lone voice being lost in the huge Cavern much too quickly. But now, one voice after another joined hers, rising and falling as the dragons of Sylvan Weyr begun to shake their riders from their sleeping furs, threehundred voices singing the same song, the center of their attention one place - the Hatching Sands. The stone itself seemed to vibrate while the first few riders arrived and sought their places on the stands, soon to be followed by others, some bringing visitors from the holds and halls, the Cavern filling at a much quicker pace than one would expect on an early morning. Dragons filled the sky above the upper entry, landing and launching off all around the huge Cavern, none of them colliding with each other, a miracle in itself.

And in the midst of all that chaos was the clutch, almost seeming like a calm island in the eye of the storm, a place where the sun still shone, as if glass was seperating it from the rest of the world. It seemed to peaceful to be true... And in all the turmoil... The Leopard Jasper begun to shake violently...



In the Candidate Barracks:

Nerolan, someone who would have been happy to have a reason to cause some chaos on a normal day, had been choosen by the Candidate Master to 'wake up and gather the Candidates for the hatching'. It wasn't a job he liked, it tasted like chores and - it could make him arrive late at the hatching, the only thing he would ever manage to show up on time. It was thusly no suprise he flung open both doors to either side of the Barracks - the boys side and the girls side - and yelled into the huge room behind it:

"BY FARANTH! HALF OF THEM HAS ALREADY HATCHED!"

...before running off towards the Hatching Sands, his white robe fluttering behind him. He was lieing of course, the humming had only just begun a moment ago, but he knew for sure that this would get all the Candidates moving - and get them moving fast - hence with that gathering stuff! They could gather on the Sands!

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((I couldn't give everyone a special color, so instead I tried to make every single dragon in itself something special. I hope nobody is disappointed after impressing
The Hatching will last until Monday, I think, so you have plenty of time to get your character there.

A Newsletter that'll include everything the Weyr will by then know about our three new non-canon colors will be posted on Monday too. I decided against giving you all the info head on - instead I want to have you find it out during your Weyrlinghood.

I hope you'll have as much fun with the hatching as I had creating your babies ))

[akusma]

Karla frantically pushed her hair up into some semblance of a bun, thought bits were sticking up everywhere. This seemed to happen to her every time something big happened! She was late for the clutching, and now the hatching! Though technically she might not be late for the hatching, the humming had barely begun, but it had caught her by surprise, which was the worst part. Darya popped into existence mere centimetres from her shoulder and began to chirp and screech like mad, bobbing up and down in mid air before whirling around the room with eyes blazing a mad mix of yellow and greens and blue. Her mistress was nervous, which made her nervous. Had she done her job wrong? She'd come when she'd seen something happen! But she had been late. She hadn't meant to be late, it was just that the humming had started and it'd blown her back and – Karla shushed her effectively by grabbing hold of the panicking beast from mid air and running out of her door in a panic, robe hurriedly put on over a pair of cut off trousers and a pair of strong leather boots shoved on the wrong feet. They'd ache later, but that was a matter for later!

Of course, she really did have no reason to think she was late, she'd only just gotten up after all! Well, gotten up being a loose term. It was near on the middle of the night, and she had been made to get up really. She nearly ran into Nerolan on her way out, and she'd barely noticed him yelling! "Oh! They have? How terribly rude of them," she laughed, patting his shoulder before quickly racing towards the sands, waving behind her at the boy she'd met once. She remembered what he'd said though, and it was complete nonsense. Any dragon would be completely and utterly wonderful, of course! She doubted that she'd ever get anything as wonderful as a Crimson, obviously. She was...How had that woman in the kitchens put it? Highly strung! That was it! Not that Karla thought so.

Anyway, she had a hatching to get to, and she was sure Dafnierth wouldn't mind Darya being there. Afterall, she hadn't thrown the Green out, so she presumed that the Green would be welcome. Hadn't Darya done her job wonderfully? Oh yes she had! Karla cooed delightfully to the Green as she skidded into the sands, face flushed and eyes alight as she stared around the sands, expecting to see dragonets galore after what Nerolan had said. She was severly disspointed. Her mouth took on an 'o' sort of shape as she looked around, and she flushed in embarressment. "Oh, good evening dear Dafnierth, I do hope I'm not in the way here..." she chirped, waving a hand to the side as she faded off, grinning madly. Eggs were hatching! This was hardly a time for pleasentries. She skpped forwards slightly, moving away from the entrance and cautiously towards the eggs. The Leopard Jasper Egg was wobbling quite fiercely.

[Bojangles]

Marli was one who enjoyed her sleep, and when she could get the extra wink in, she would do just that. It had been odd moving into the candidates' barracks. Rather than her tiny old room where she was at least afforded privacy even though it was cramped. In the barracks, all the girls were grouped together in one room and the boys were in the other. Marli now had more space in a sense, but at first, the communal living idea had blown the girl's mind. She never really had to sneak Surf in with her. The halfway senile old dog was well-behaved and didn't do much of anything anymore and certainly didn't cause any kind of ruckus so he was just sort of "there". Fire on the other hand continuously wanted to wander. He had pitched a fit when she tried to leave him in the stables so that was out. To curb his wandering at night, Marli had resorted to tying one end of a rope to his collar and securing it to the leg of her cot.

On this particular morning, Marli was sleeping in an awkward position halfway on top of Fire who was taking up as much room as possible. It looked rather uncomfortable, but they both slept soundly. At least, until a loud voice echoed through the barracks.

"BY FARANTH! HALF OF THEM HAS ALREADY HATCHED!"

That got Marli going. She jerked awake, tumbling off of her cot and knocking it over in the process which allowed the rope that tied Fire to slip off of the leg. The eggs were already hatching?! Shaffit! The girl jumped to her feet and dove through her trunk in search of her white robe. She found it and hastily changed, trying to avoid stepping on Surf and tripping over Fire who was woo-wooing at her thinking they were now playing a great game.

"Shush!" she cried, gesturing at the canine as she darted out of the barracks. "It's not a game! Stay! Stay!"

Stay? No way. Surf quietly disregarded and slowly shuffled after Marli, knowing he'd catch up eventually. But Fire? Marli's words blew in one ear and right out the other. The canine sprinted along with Marli and the faster Marli moved and more she shouted the more fun this became. The red canine cut around her and jumped up, grabbing at her sleeves. Marli had to stop twice and pry herself loose because as soon as Fire got a grip, it turned into a game of tug o war with her robe.

"Stop Fire! That'll do!"

Muttering under her breath that she was going to kill him when this was over, Marli took off running again to the hatching sands. For a moment she thought Fire had gotten tired of his game and had given up. Marli started to slow up as she hit the far end of the sands, still well back from the eggs. But Fire hadn't given up. Marli's slight hesitation allowed the canine to catch the back of her robes and begin tugging furious, growling with glee as he did so. The girl was thrown off balance and started to fall backward to she twisted and tried to catch herself. There was a loud ripping sound as Fire gave another hard tug. Not only were Marli's robes significantly shorter, but the release of the material sent her into a faceplant in the sand. She came up sputtering and whipped an arm out around Fire's waist. She scooped the canine up and carried him toward the farthest bench and tied him securely by the rope that was still hanging from his collar.

Mortified, Marli shuffled to join the few candidates who were already there. Her face was bright red with embarrassment, nearly matching Danierth's hide. Again, she vowed to kill Fire when this was over. She'd already made a spectacle of herself and right now she wanted to disappear completely. Since she couldn't manage that, she instead settled for hiding behind some of the other candidates. Peering over one boy's shoulder, she could see the Leopard Jasper egg rocking furiously. Oh! That had been one of Marli's particular favourites. What would hatch out of it?

Content and still moving at a slow pace, Surf shuffled into the sands. He caught sight of his girl and flopped down under a bench, gazing around lazily as if to ask "What's all the fuss about?". This wasn't particularly interesting to the senile blue canine who heaved a heavy sigh and settled in for a good nap.

[Kura]

If there was one thing that Majoldnir was inordinately careful about, it was cleaning Milk. The flitt's sickness had still not passed, though had thankfully lessened since the time of the Touching, but that did not mean he was in the clear yet. The pale Brown was slightly more energetic, no longer lying prone and lethargic all day, but his energy had still no fully returned and Majoldnir held his narrow head up patiently as he scrubbed at the flitt's hide with the softest sand he could find, odd strips of milky liquid seeping off of the Brown's hide to drift through the dank water of the basin he was being bathed in. Majoldnir gave the pale, weak hide a few more buffs before lifting the frail creature out and setting him on a dark cloak, flipping the edges of the fabric up to cocoon Milk. The flitter trilled playfully, wiggling around a bit for a moment before stilling as His moved to dab him off, careful to dry his hide completely before pulling out a substantial amount of oil. While one would believe that the fact that Milk's hide oozed a sticky if not moist substance while he was ill would keep his hide in good condition and damp, they were mistaken. The fluid dried surprisingly quick, crusting over Milk's skin and drying out his hide considerably. It was even worse when the flitt dared to dart between, so Majoldnir had to be religious about slathering the flitt with more than a slightly liberal amount of oil. Either way, the flitt enjoyed it and made no secret of that fact, trilling contentedly as His dutifully worked the oil into every crevasse of his hide.

Majoldnir's work was going well, at least until an obnoxiously loud voice blared seemingly in his ear, even though it had originated some fair distance away. Majoldnir flinched, hissing venomously as his hand knocked against the bottle of oil, which tipped precariously but thankfully didn't spill. His eyes snapped up to stare through the doorway, watching as the rest of the Candidates already began to hurry about energetically, voices loud and obnoxious. Half the eggs hadn't already hatched; that was impossible. Growling inaudibly to himself, Majoldnir stood, contemplating emptying the basin of water for a second before discarding the notion. Hatching first. He plucked his robes from where they were laying, perfectly folded and spotlessly clean, quickly pulling them on over his head. He was thankful for once that he had been shirtless while cleaning Milk, and even more thankful that no one had walked by while he had been in such a state. He paused to check his reflection in the water for a moment, feeling oddly self-conscious, even while Milk stared on innocently from where he had left him. With a short sight, Majoldnir reached over, plucking up the flitt and setting him on his shoulder. Milk was thankfully strong enough to hold himself in place and latched his claws inconspicuously onto the rough white fabric, sitting back and looking quite content with himself, peeping lightly. Majoldnir chuckled very uncharacteristically, knowing that the little Brown was pleased that he looked so prim and proper, having been just recently bathed and oiled. He sealed his lips a second later, setting them in a tight line against any further outbursts. He must have been more excited than he thought. Tamping out the last of the wrinkles in the shapeless white shift he and everyone else wore, he turned towards the doorway and strode out.

Of all those hurrying through the hall, Majoldnir was oddly pleased that he was the only one who looked even relatively composed as he paced evenly down the corridors to the Hatching Sands. Nonetheless, it didn't take him long to arrive and he moved through the door without any fanfare, Milk taking up a raspy hum on his shoulder as he did so. Majoldnir paused, reveling silently in the feel of the hot air swirling about him, comforting and familiar. His gaze flicked briefly to the eggs, wondering which one was moving, but flipped back to Dafnierth in the next, the Crimson still hunched protectively over that one egg, though now she had her whole Clutch-full to worry about. He approached her quietly, once again bowing low before her, Milk squeaking hoarsely while clinging to the fabric of his robes, still not energetic enough to get up and fly about. "Enchanting Dafnierth, I ask again for the blessing to be on your Sands, but this time to Stand at your Hatching. Do you oblige?" he asked seriously, eyes somber as he took a moment to glance up at her formidable form, all the more powerful and maternal now that her eggs were actually hatching.

[Morgan]

The call went out. People knew that the clutch, gaurded so fiercely and the clutch that the hopes of the Weyr rested on. She wondered who the dragon that came out of the red egg that Dafniert took special care of would go to as she put up her hair, and who the dragon in the large goldy-toned egg would go to as well. Surely Dafnierth would have gaurded it more if it had been a queen... but then, she could be gaurding the dragon that was her color, and maybe ignoring a potential golden rival to another crimson, clutching daughter? Magorian would love either equally, and a good match for either, to boot.

She tied her hair back, after considering for a moment. She did not want her veiw of the hatching obstructed in any way. Her hair was one of those ways, indubitably. She tugged on the coarse white robe, and scooped up Marvin on her way out.

Magorian traipsed into the Hatching Sands, holding Marvin in the crook of one arm while gazing eagerly around and wondering which egg would hatch first, and which dragon would be hers. Marvin seemed rather rejected, and he gazed around, looking for any that might try to eat him. The hatchlings were unpredictable, he knew that, and he did not want to get caught by one. That would be very bad.

[Carni]

Nerolan

Nerolan chuckled when Karla patted his shoulder, quickly racing after her when she ran towards the sands, ignoring the yelling and barking that seemed to come from someone not too far behind him. Of course none of the dragons had hatched yet and he laughed when he saw the last glimpse of disappointment on Karlas face. "Turning as red as the Crimson, eh?", he chuckled while striding over to stand next to her. The ruckus at the entrance quickly caught his attention - usually it was him causing such an uproar, though, and the young boy couldn't help himself... he laughed until tears begun to sparkle in his eyes, laughed until he could barely keep himself upright. "You two girls make quite t'e pair...", he said to Karla quite breathlessly, turning back to the Clutch while Marli tightly tied her dog to the stands. One Egg was already rocking after all... it didn't seem as if it would hatch right now, though. When Marli peered over his shoulder, he took a step to the side, allowing her to have a better view on the eggs. Most girls were shorter than him, after all and he didn't mind glancing over someone's head.

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Dafnierth rumbled pleasedly when the first female Candidate arrived - Karla, her personal favorite, somehow - and even remembered to show respect before her. Dafnierth wouldn't mind lack of respect like the complete ignorance the boy who arrived right afterwards displayed today. She would remember those who did - but she wouldn't jump at those who didn't. These humans were exited - she too was exited! - and her babies needed their partners now. She would have been a bad mother, throwing a hissfit just because someone did not show the proper respect. No, she wouldn't mind that today. What she did mind was the ruckus at the entrance, though.

One wing was quickly unfolded, protectively hovering over her clutch while she rose her head to find the source of the uproar. She remembered the dog from the Touching and also the girl that finally managed to get a hold of him and tied him up at the stands. Or at least tied his leash to one of the benches. Her wing stayed over her clutch until she was sure the problem was solved, slowly folding it again while Marli stepped over to the other Candidates. She really needs to take care of that silly furrball..., Dafnierth grumbled to her rider, lowering her head again to stare at the still rocking Leopard Jasper. A small crack had appeared on its shell while the Eggs were hidden under her wing, barely visible among all the other shapes that covered its shell.

She rose her red head again when another Candidate she had found her liking into entered the sands, respectfully asking her permission to stay. You are always welcome to my Sands..., she grumbled to him directly, a rare exception probably caused by her general exitement. Theresa glanced at the boy, remembering him by the flitter that was still on his shoulder... it looked a little healthier today, not like a dead bag of firestone dangling from his shoulders. More like an actual flitter. Considering that a sevenday had passed, he might finally been recovering from his sickness. Theresa hoped it was the cause. She slightly frowned at the girl with the now shortened robe but did not move to throw her out. She could already feel A'ders gaze on her, the weight trying to pull her shoulders down. She wouldn't give him a reason to jump at her just yet. The dog was put away, no eggs were harmed... Maybe she'd do something highly unusal instead... talk with the girl about training the silly dog, maybe? Nah. Probably not.

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Both dragon and rider turned their eyes away from the Candidates when the Leopard Jasper gave another hefty shake, a spiderweb of cracks quickly growing over its shell before the first pieces begun to fall into the hot sand below. A tail came into sight first, followed by one leg and then the head, the hatchling falling from the shell quickly when he struggled to break free. The young dragon seemed to be almost orange in color, like well-made caramel and the first whispers grew among the audience before the young dragon rose to his feet, spreading his wings and showing everyone what he was: A brown.

The brown was perfectly average in size, well proportioned and while the majority of his hide seemed to be a little too orange for a normal brown, the dark brown markings he bore ensured that nobody could mistake him for anything but. The young hatchling gazed around, staring at all five currently present Candidates with hungry red eyes before he sat down on his haunches. It seemed as if his simply had not arrived yet. As if he would just sit there and wait. Something he would indeed do - but he had to do something else first. He rose one of his frontlegs and oddly shook the paw, confusing a lot of watchers before they begun to realise what he did. In an impossibly human-like gesture the brown seemed to... wave? ...at one of the girls, Karla to be exact, before putting the foot back down. It was either a miracle or an hallucination - either way the brown just sat there like a stature, contently waiting for something to happen... or someone to arrive.

Being a hatchling caused him to tire quickly though and instead of wandering around and seeking his, he just layed down and curled up, placing his slender tail gracefully over his stubby snout. His would come, his posture seemed to say. Being first to arrive sometimes meant you had to wait for everyone else. With a soft croon to his slightly worried mother, the brown folded his wings onto his back and closed his eyes until nothing but a small slit was left. Sometime... his would arrive. He would rather die from Starvation than move from this place - his could find him here but not if he started to wander around. His was not among the people on the stands... no... his was special. He had felt him when his touched his egg, known he would only choose that one human and never anyone else. He couldn't choose anyone else. Only that one person was his perfect match... ...but he better hurried up!

[Hooxeii]

Candidate Brienne

The call rang out, and she knew it was time. The chaos that erupted into the barracks Brienne and the other candidates called home--until today, that is--could only mean that the beautiful, gemstone-looking eggs were about to produce a strong clutch for the weyr.

Despite the fact that her heart was racing at a speed she'd never imagined possible, and her body was shaking with anxiety and excitement, she managed to collect her thoughts enough to change into the white robes all of them would be required to wear on the sands. Pulling the robe over her head, she tried not to think about what might happen if she failed to Impress today... at the worst, it meant more time as a candidate, which wasn't that bad, but it paled in comparison to bonding with a dragonet. She glanced down at her feet, eyeing her body in the white robe... not her best look, but she'd have to bear with it.

She ran at a decent clip to the sands, going over what she'd say to a hatchling if it chose her. She knew there wouldn't be words for a moment like that, but it helped to get ready anyway. As she entered the chamber, she noted immediately the presence of the crimson female who'd birthed the clutch... Dafnierth. The red dragon radiated pride and beauty this day, and Brienne suddenly felt extremely appreciative of whatever miracle that had produced this dragon. Dafnierth meant the future of the weyr, a future many had scoffed at.

Brienne bowed low and respectfully to the crimson, being sure to smile and appear calm despite the inner turmoil she felt. After doing so, she scurried over to her fellows and glanced over to the beautiful clutch... was there one among them for her?

[Kestrez]

Firyn had always been a rather light sleeper. Taking care of his younger siblings had always made him tired by the end of the day, but he had grown used to being woken up in the middle of the night and was now the type of person that woke up from even the faint sound of rainfall. The trait was annoying at times, but at other times sort of came in handy. Like when a familiar voice suddenly shouted into the dark Barracks. His mind recognized the voice as Nerolan’s and he was wide awake even before the other boy’s words registered. Half the eggs had already Hatched? That was ridiculous unless they had all suddenly burst open simultaneously. Besides, he could think of several important people that would have burst into the Barracks if the clutch were actually already Hatching. Taking quite a bit more time than several of his fellow Candidates, Firyn pulled out his white robe and threw it over his head and tightly secured his boots to his feet. He did not want to miss a single egg cracking, but his impression of Nerolan’s personality had him thinking that none of them were missing anything.

And yet he still felt uneasy as soon as he started making his way to the Sands. Again Firyn felt thankful that he was getting one of the best seats in the place; he was determined to make a mental note and have a clear mental image of every dragon that emerged from its shell. They were the future of the Weyr. Glancing around as a few people brushed past him, he was also glad that he was on the Sands instead of among the gathering crowd. Did any of the other Candidates find it unnerving to be the attention of the whole Weyr? Obviously the Hatching dragonets would get the same amount or more of that attention, but Firyn still felt like everyone would be watching the Candidates. In a way he never wanted to be standing on the Sands like this again. However, the redhead would not be too upset if he did not Impress that day. He was young enough to stand for several more Hatchings. Firyn smirked slightly to himself at this last thought. He had to wonder if any other Hatching would be as exciting as this one.

He was not surprised to see that several Candidates were already on the Sands, certainly less surprised that Karla and Nerolan were two of them. He WAS surprised to see the remains of the Leopard Jasper egg, and not far off what looked to be a curiously-shaded Brown. Why was it curled up so? Firyn had never seen a Hatching but he had certainly never heard of a newly Hatched dragon simply curling up and…waiting calmly? Did they not normally search frantically for Theirs? More importantly, how had he sharding managed to miss one of his favorite eggs Hatching! Stopping next to Nerolan, Firyn let out a rather uncharacteristic sigh. He had intended on bowing to Dafnierth upon arriving as he had before he had touched several of the eggs, but he did not want to disturb the Brown dragonet, nor get any closer to the Crimson when she would probably be extremely protective of him.

“There’s not many of us here yet.” He half-whispered to Nerolan as he watched the other eggs for signs of movement. He could not get a good look at the Brown, curled up as he was. “At least now your wake-up call was not completely a lie.” He added, voice actually carrying a hint of sarcasm.

[akusma]

Karla giggled at the boy when he arrived with her, reaching out with one hand to swipe softly at him as she smiled. Now, he had lied to her! What did he expect? He'd also lied to the rest of the candidates on the sands - or rather in the barracks since they were the only ones here for some reason, so he was surely going to get told off some for that when the others arrived. Karla couldn't quite tell him off, especially not since the hatching was going quite splendidly. She she merely laughed at him, Darya huddled in one crook of her arm. "Not quite that red I'll have you know!" she chirped at him. Really now, he was just being embarrassing! SHe didn't think she'd ever turned that red in her life, and saw no reason to now! She'd jued been a embarrassed, and slightly out of puff, that was all. Surely he couldn't tease her for that?

She did turn around to see what he was looking at, and only managed a small giggle and an 'oh' as she watched Marli fall over. Now really, someone ought to tell that canine off! Even if it was hers! She felt sorry for the poor girl, and it was so utterly mean of Nerolan to laugh like he was. She reached out to try and swat him again on the arm, peering over with a worried glance at the girl. She must have been worried already! No need to act like that now.

"Nerolan! Don't be mean!" she chirped, "And I really have no idea what you're talking about." The last sentence ruined her stern outlook as she giggled at the end. Karla smiled brightly at Marli as she came over, her eyes bright. Darya was gently placed on her shoulder, out of the way, as the blond held out a hand to the other girl. "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he? Ignore Nerolan's laughter, he's just like that. I'm Karla, I don't think we've met?" she babbled, attention half caught between watching the other candidates come in, Marli, and the rocking egg. She had so liked that egg, hadn't she? Yes, that was the one she was positive would be a 'he', it had to be. So, her eyes were firmly stuck on the egg (with an apologetic smile to Marli) when he hatched.

A...caramel? No, Brown! His leg appeared first, or was it his tail? It was his tail; then it was his leg. She watched with an odd sense of pride as the dragon flared his wings and everyone saw that he was perfectly normal. If a litle orange for a Brown. Oddly though, he just sat down and waited. Surely he had someone to find. Her face was an expression of worry as she watched him. Before he started to wave. She blinked for a moment, twisting her head snd staring over at the darling creature before it suddenly clicked in her mind and she was sent into pearls of laughter, waving back delightidly. He remembered her! He did! Oh, how could he do that? It was utterly wonderful! He remembered her! She laughed, smiling brightly even as he curled up to relax while he waited. He would be fine, he most certainly would. He knew exactly who his rider was, and was going to wait for them.

Firyn's arrival made her jump, and she covered it up with a giggle. Clapping her hands slightly she turned to him with a bright smile before she whispered. "Oh, you're late Firyn! Did you see him? He had wonderful dark markings. He waved at me as well! Oh look, there's Brienne!" The topic of conversation quickly changed in Karla's whisper as she spotted the other girl she'd spent some time with in the kitchens. "Brienne! Come over here!" She smiled happily and nodded to herself. Now everyone was here! And someone extra! It was certainly a nice day.

[Carni]

((I shall wait with Nerolan until Bojangles has posted ))

The brown hatchling on the sands almost looked as if being asleep, curled up as he was, but he wouldn't stay like this forever. His head rose when the group of Candidates at one edge of the sands grew, his red eyes searching for one person in particular. No, not that one. No, but yes that one! The brown suddenly jumped to his feet, scrambling towards the Candidates, his wings spread so that he wouldn't loose balance and fall over. With a piteous whine he bumped right into Firyns legs, quickly wrapping his tail around the young boys leg.

F'rin!, he whimpered to the young boy and no one else. F'rin your Incarnath hurried so much but you made him wait! I couldn't risk loosing you to someone else after feeling you once so I had to hatch first! Can you forgive your Incarnath for being in such a hurry?, the glowing red had vanished from the Browns eyes only to be replaced by a rainbow of colors - the red would return soon enough once the young hatchling remembered his hunger - but for now all he felt was relieve and happyness. F'rin came to pick him up! Don't worry about them staring at you. Your Incarnath is here now, he crooned lovingly to his new rider, his exitement making him quite the talker.

Brown Incarnath
Egg: Leopard Jasper Egg
Color-Code: EEAA00
Impressed to: F'rin (Firyn), Male, 17 (Kestrez)
Appearance: Incarnath seems to be a blop of caramel from afar – brown with a hint of orange but upon further inspection his markings are too outstanding for a piece of caramel. Dark brown swirls are curving over his body, circles and spots drawn all over his light hide except for the smooth undersides of his wings. They seem to be randomly painted across his body but seen as a whole they accentuate his muscles, pronounce the long legs, the broad chest. Incarnath is just average in size, outsizing the majority of the blues but being dwarfed by every bronze. The brown however does not need size to be outstanding, his hide and mindset are more than enough. He can last an entire Threadfall without pushing himself but not much more. He will be a very average fighter unless allowed to evolve freely and think of his own strategies.
Personality: Creative, High-minded, Loyal

[Bojangles]

The spectacle she'd managed to create left Marli feeling extremely self-conscious. And the whole thing was all for naught. Whoever had summoned them had fibbed. Half the eggs hadn't already hatched, in fact, the first one had yet to break shell! It was one of Marli's favourites, the Leopard Jasper egg, and looked like it would be the first to hatch! Nerolan was laughing and seemed whole-heartedly amused at several things at once which only cause Marli to flush a brighter shade of crimson. She ran a hand through her hair and for a moment it hung like a curtain to block between herself and the others, but she knew she was being silly. Marli tucked it back behind her ear and craned her neck to get a better look. Nerolan stepped aside to give her a better viewand for a brief moment she froze because Nerolan moving had meant that she'd been noticed again when she really wanted to disappear. But what was done, was done. Dafnierth was not making an imminent threat to eat Fire and no one had tried to drag her off the sands just yet.

Pulling her shortened robes down, she looked up at the lad. "Thanks," she murmured with a small smile. And perked up as she was addressed by yet another face. She seemed rather pleasant which help Marli to relax a bit and her smile grew. "I-- yeah. I'm alright. I can't really go anywhere without Fire getting me into some sort of spectacle. I'm surprised Dafnierth didn't eat him even though she say he probably said he wouldn't taste too good. This is the second time he's bothered her." Her words drifted for a moment and she too gazed at the Leopard Jasper egg. "Karla," she finally said softly, committing the name and face to her memory. "I'm Marli."

It seemed forever, but the egg finally gave way and revealed a curious caramel brown. Marli gasped and her excitement grew. Now the hatching was officially under way! Was he... waving? Oh! He was! Silly thing! Marli realized with a giggle that the gesture was intended for Karla. How cute! Surprisingly though, he didn't come her way. He seemed to be waiting for someone. That made sense. Nerolan had stretched the truth, but they certainly should make haste and get down here lest some of the dragonets go between before their intended rider could even get there!

After a few minutes and with several new arrivals, the curiously coloured brown sprang into action and skittered across the sands. Marli heard Karla call the lad the the brown chose "Firyn" and Marli committed that name to memory too.

"Well done!" she called out to the new brownrider. Her earlier embarrassment was now forgotten and she was more wrapped up in seeing what else would hatch.

[akusma]

Karla smiled ever so brightly at Marli now she knew her name. The Brown was almost asleep, she thought, so she now had plenty of time to talk to the girl, which was good. You never talked to someone unless you could pay full attention to them. Otherwise it was rude, and you didn't really get to know the person you were talking to. So, now that the Brown was curled up, she could speak! "Oh, it's ever so wonderful to meet you Marli! I don't think eve the most irritable dragon would eat the poor thing - Fire you called him? Such a cute name! - I don't think he'd taste nice either. He looks like he'd be awfully stringy." She said this with complete conviction, nodding her head thoughtfully as she did so. Really, canines did look to be a rather stringy animals at the best of time. It was the legs she was sure of it; and the tail. Just altogether too long and boney as far as Karla could see. A nice fat herdbeast was the way to go for a dragon! And fore a human, if they wanted a good eating.

But why think of food when suddenly the dragonet seemed to be showing signs of life? Karla squeaked slightly, bringing her hands to her chest as she shuffled away from Firyn and almost into Nerolan. She babbled some form of apology to the boy ('Oh, I'm terribly sorry!') before turning to Firyn and his Brown with a bright and happy smile on her face. Oh! Now that was wonderful! She squealed in delight and shuffled towards him, reaching out to pull him into a hug while she laughed, cooing to the little Brown at his feet. "Oh! Congratulations Firyn! Or F'ryn? F'ir? What are you going to be called?" she said, suddenly confused and standing there with a puzzled expression on her face. Really now, why did the boys have to go and make this all confusing by changing their names? She knew that when it came to fighting Thread you had to have short, clipped names, but the female riders didn't have to do it! Well, the dragons certainly didn't say one to girls anyway. It was an odd system.

She turned suddenly to point a finger at the only boy in the group that was still a candidate. "Do you have a shortened name in mind, Nerolan? Oh, do tell! Then I won't be left wondering what to call you at least," she giggled, turning back to the new Weyrling. "Oooh! What's his name? Or, what's your name, even? Eeep, you're a person, I should really be talking to you, even if you don't talk to me," the blond chirped to the Brown, smiling softly at him. That would show them! Every single person in the stands that hadn't thought the dragonets would live. They were wrong! A Brown: a good, solid, normal colour had hatched first and Impressed. That showed promise!

[Eyota]

"BY FARANTH! HALF OF THEM HAS ALREADY HATCHED!"


That was enough to wake Creln up, screeching about how undignified it was for her to wake up like this. Landing on top of Rohit's wardrobe, she surveyed her kingdom. The green hissed, facets whirling red-orange. Oh, yes! Someone was going to pay for this. Recongizing the voice as one of the other humans who lived in these rooms, she betweened to the Hatching Sands. Nevermind waiting for her human! She would deal with the menace herself. Upon spotting her prey, she dived towards him, claws outstreched. Aiming at his shoulder, she launched herself at him. Then she pulled away from him, not sure if she had made a hit or missed him by a mile wide. An indigant image of his screeching and a general anger at being waken up so rudely was directed towards his mind as she hovered in the air above the Hatching Sands. She was wise enough not to mess with the Crimson mother on the sands. Besides, her quarrel was with the human and not the dragon! The dragon had done nothing to her.

Lucky for the prankster of a candidate, Rohit's and Chiron's reactions to the rude awakening housed no aggression. No, the shout had been drowned out by Creln's loud screeching and Rohit and Chiron would have no bones to pick with Nerolan. Anyways, Rohit now wanted to murder his own firelizard, nevermind that she had been a gift from Sargon. Well, maybe not murder. Locking her up in a room for the rest of the day would suffice quite nicely. With Chiron curled up around his neck, he couldn't exactly move without hurting the bronze. And by that time, Creln had already gone between. "Where for Farnath's sake did she go?" he cursed as he was laid there. Chiron chirped once, sitting up. An image of the Hatching Sands that included showing eggs starting to hatch was what he gave to Rohit. Shards! The eggs were hatching. He'd deal with Creln later. Chiron adjusted himself so his human could actually sit up.

As soon as he was up and about, Rohit quickly got dressed in the white robes and such. After some scrambling, he was ready to get to the Hatching Sands. Taking off at a run, he ran through the candidate barracks, and finally slowed down when he got close to the Hatching Sands. Chiron, who had had to cling onto Rohit for his life during that time, was relieved, to say the least when His finally stopped sprinting. Facets whirling blue-green, he gently hummed, echoing the hums and thrums of the dragons ahead. A Hatching! Chiron was excited and happy about such a thing. Both he and Rohit saw the brown that already had Impressed to Firyn, now F'ryn. Late! Oh, well. They were here now.

[Hooxeii]

Candidate Brienne

She'd arrived in time to see the first egg hatch a healthy--albeit confused--brown. A good sign for any Weyr, surely, and while the little dragonet seemed to be waiting for someone, he didn't appear to be in any pain, and Brienne was sure his chosen person would arrive soon. She didn't hold out too much hope that it would be her the brown chose, as browns didn't Impress to females. Oh well, there would be other dragonets, other chances, and anyway, this one seemed to know who he wanted.

He was pretty, though. The leopard jasper egg seemed to have rubbed off its unique coloration on the hatchling it had contained within, leaving him with a bizarre, mottled look to his hide. Would all the hatchlings be similarly marked? She glanced at all of the other eggs and tried to imagine what each dragonet might be like. Would one of these beautiful babies choose her?

Brienne shook her head. She'd been found worthy of standing, hadn't she? One of them must be for her... they simply must...

She glanced back down at her feet, watching the tiny grains of sand as the little brown finally found his lifemate. Now there would be more waiting...

A fellow candidate called her over! She recognized the girl as Karla, and she smiled. It was nice to see familiar faces in a time like this. "Coming, coming..."
She said quietly, hoping not to disturb the relative peace of the hatching sands. She took her place besides the other girl, making sure to smile happily again. "Beautiful brown, huh? Lucky boy..."
She said, trying to alieviate some of her anxiety.

[Kura]

What with the brief chaos the dog had caused, Majoldnir almost didn't think that Dafnierth would pay him much heed. To his great surprise, though, she addressed him directly, large blood-red head swinging to stare at him, her voice a purring rumble, filled with power and ferocity, no matter how subdued she was. It felt strange, that alien voice echoing through his head, seeping into his thoughts and changing his perception of the Clutchmother before him. He also knew that it was a privilege, for dragons rarely spoke to others than their riders, and even less to a paltry and relatively meaningless Candidate such as he. While he supposed that a Clutchmother talking to a Candidate wasn't quite so rare, especially at a Hatching, she hadn't truly needed to say much of anything in reply, leading Majoldnir to feel personally honored. The slight Candidate bowed again, deeper this time, before moving off to the side quickly and quietly, carefully to get out of the way as more Candidates flooded the Sands, bringing with them a flutter of rumors and a hiss of gossip.

As always, the Candidates managed to clump themselves together in a ragged line, organized partly by gender but mainly by the need to be by someone they could communicate their fears and hopes with, however vocal or unspoken they may be. Majoldnir, on the other hand, carefully skirted the group, placing himself at the far end of the knot of male Candidates, a bit back and away from the rest. The spot was hardly out of the the way, though, for he could see the whole Clutch and most of the Hatching Sands quite easily, making his position a supreme advantage after all. And just in time, too. It seemed that not a second had passed since he had situated himself comfortably, adjusting Milk slightly on his shoulder, than one of the eggs began to move a good deal more energetically than the others. Majoldnir's gaze snapped to the Leopard Jasper Egg, watching intently as cracks spiderwebbed the surface of the egg, weaving among the complex patterns. Even as a piece fell away, a tail emerged, followed by gangly limbs and the rest of the dragonet. Without much further ado, an oddly-colored dragon fell onto the hot sand, hide still glistening wet with egg goo.

It took a moment for Majoldnir to register that it was, indeed, a Brown. For a second he thought it might have been a Bronze, but there was no odd hint of green in its hide, nor any metallic sparkle. It was hardly normal, though, and the small Candidate watched intently, angelic face fixated solely on the Brown. Like his shell, his hide bore complex whorls and swirls, the warm golden caramel offset by a with a slightly darker shade. The Brown wasn't large, merely average, and Majoldnir wondered silently what that meant. Many said that Bronzes were a sign of luck, but was it different with this oddly colored Clutchmother? His eyes flicked to Dafnierth briefly, watching the Crimson as she continued to coil herself protectively around that one particular egg, her wings slightly mantled, watching those Candidates who entered suspiciously. Majoldnir hardly blamed her, but did she know what was in the egg? For that matter, did she know what was in any of them? He suspected she did, or she at least had an idea as to the contents of each. Pensively, he turned his attention back to the Brown, who was just making his way towards a boy not too far away, coiling his tail around the others leg. The first Impression, then, Majoldnir noted, catching a brief glimpse of the whirling rainbow eyes. That was one way to tell an Impression if nothing else. What of the other eggs, though? Majoldnir hastily turned his attention back to them, scanning the remaining eggs, studiously ignoring the one still in Dafnierth's possession as he searched for signs of movement among those still and twitching.

[Carni]

Nerolan

"Way to go, Firyn!", Nerolan called out when the other boy impressed to the brown, quickly after arriving. He had hoped the brown was heading for him when the hatchling had turned into their direction, dreamt about riding the cute looking creature for a second... but then again Firyn was a better match for the dragon, his hide somehow reflecting what Nerolan himself saw in the other boy. Yes, those two were meant for each other and Nerolan didn't have any hard feelings towards the other Candidate... no, Weyrling now. There were thirteen more eggs after all! Having Karla stumble into him didn't really bother him either, the girl was too busy being exited and babbling around to pay much attention to those around her, it seemed. Or maybe it was the revenge he deserved for waking everyone up so rudely?

Either way... he hadn't been mean, it was just too funny how Marli had entered the sands... speaking of her... Nerolan turned to the young girl, slightly bowing with a smirk on his face: "It's nice to meet you, Marli... I'm Nerolan... the mean guy, if you go by Karla's words...", he chuckled, turning back to the still babbling girl "Name? Shortened? Oh... no, I'm not gonna tell ya!" He laughed, raising his hand protectively as if he expected her to jump at him and gnaw his ear off for not telling her his future name. Maybe it would bring bad luck to him if he did? Nah, Nerolan didn't believe in such things. The revenge he had thought off earlier though was already on its way in the shape of an angry Green flitter.

Coming out of nowhere - some people called it between - something screaming and and screeching hurled itself at his shoulder, claws ripping through cloth and skin before the confused Candidate could make an attempt to protect himself. "OW!", he howled, covering the wounded shoulder with one hand while he sought for the attacker. Blood was seeping through from under his fingers, not enough for a mortal wound but certainly enough to hurt badly. "What has gotten into you stupid wench!", he yelled and glared at the Green, not daring to shake his fist at her because he feared to be bitten again. Why did it attack him so rudely? He didn't remember treating any firelizard badly, having a human pounce at him was almost normal - but a Flitter? Nerolan couldn't think of any wrongdoing he had done... the list was long, yes, but it had never been directed towards a flitter. Maybe a pissed off owner? A quick glance around assured him that nobody was walking towards him with an unsheathed beltknife. But what else could be the reason of this?

The attack certainly made him miss the arrival of another girl who joined their growing group and took the opportunity to gaze at the other odd boy at the far end of the line from Nerolan. It wasn't his flesh that hurt the most... it was his pride that did. Being attacked by a mere Green Flitter... in the midst of a hatching... how embarassing!

[akusma]

Karla smiled brightly at Brienne as she arrived with the small group. Right! Now they had F'ryn, Marli, Nerolan, Brienne and herself! It was a full group, she thought to herself with a nod, before hurrying over to the girl with a bright smile. She nodded in acceptance and appreciation of the sentence. "Oh, isn't he? And the first to hatch! If that isn't a sign to show those awful traditionalists they were wrong, I don't know what is! A high ranking, healthy male," she chirped with another nod, smiling brightly over at the new Weyrling pair. They were a perfect match! Now she thought about it, he really did suit a Brown, and that one was ever so nice, just like he was. Not only was the Brown a fine example of his colour (even with the extra tinge of orange, thank you very much) he was alive. So ha!

"You are too mean!" she crowed to Nerolan with a touch of indignation. He had laughed at her! While she could have been hurt! That was being mean in Karla's book. She tried to tut and scowl at him, but didn't managed it for very long. It turned into a pout as he refused to tell her his shortened name. Oh, now he was certainly being mean! "Oooooo! You want to leave me floudering, that is mean!" she laughed, pointing at him with a finger that wobbled as she moved on the spot from laughing too much. She didn't know why he raised his hand in defense though, that was almost quite insulting! She wouldn't hurt him! He was too nice to hurt.

Saying that, the Green certainly found a reason to hurt him. Karla gasped and moved her own Green onto her shoulder, as Darya chirped in alarm, shrinking slightly. "Oh dear! Are you okay? That looks awful," she gasped, reaching forwatds to try and pry his hands from his shoulder so she could get a look at it. "Don't be a baby, let me look at it." It was all well and good that there was a hatching, but if he was really hurt, he should go and see a Healer! Her face was fixed into an expression of worry, the eggs momentarily forgotten.

[Carni]

Dafnierth' deep humm turned a little higher when she saw her first son impress sucessfully. Healthy and whole, a handsome young brown. The Crimson did not feel anything of the worry many riders felt towards her coloration, did not mind the tinge of orange on his skin at all. In her eyes it only made him all the prettier. The Candidates - while being quite loud with all their nervous talking that somehow added to the humming as another background-noise - were behaving well so far. Again their was a slight uproar among them but that was probably just the welcoming for the new rider pair. Once the brown had impressed to a human, he was dismissed from her direct protection. He had to learn to fend for himself and unless he cried out for help on in great pain, Dafnierth would not move from her clutch to find out what was going on.

Two more shaking Eggs caught her attention: The Fire Opal, dancing wildly in its small mount while the hatchling inside kicked ruthlessly at the shell, trying to break free from its prison, but also the Water Opal, swaying only slightly from one side to the other, barely moving when compared to its much more brightly colored sibling. It seemed as if those two would always be closely linked together, not just by the names of their eggs but also by their timing.

It was neither of the two that broke open first, though. Almost secretly the Black Star Sapphire begun to crack while everyone's eyes were on the other two who had begun to shake much earlier. The Eggshell did not break as easily as the Leopard Jasper had earlier, soft peeping could be heard from inside when the hatchling paused to gather its strength. A few hits from inside the shell later, a first piece crumbled and fell, revealing a hint of hide that seemed to be light blue in the dim light of the Cavern. The hatchling inside wasn't visible for long because once the cooler air brushed over its skin, the egg shivered while its prisoner shifted around, poking one claw through the hole and pulling with a loud grunt, ripping open the egg much quicker than it expected.

The young creature landed face-first in the warm sand, sneezing and squealing while it sought the strength to sort its legs and stand up. It was softly colored, like velvet, not quite as blue as one might have expected upon first glance. While its hide begun to dry, it became more and more obvious that the hint of orange on the browns skin was nothing compared to the purple visible on this blues hide. It was a blue, wasn't it? Some dragonriders had rosen from their seats to get a better view, whispers growing among the crowd. An oddly colored blue was still acceptable - the brown had been perfectly normal after all... but this thing was certainly very small, more the size of a green than that of a blue and a small one at that - also lacking the markings the brown bore. At least it seemed healthy.

Peep?, the hatchling made when it rose its head from the ground, now speckled with sand, half of its hide now rather sandy-toned than purplish blue. Upon realising that the audience was staring at itself and itself alone, the young dragon squeaked with its high voice and quickly scrambled away from the remains of its eggshell that had spilled it into the sands so ungracefully, wriggling under Dafnierth' wing until nothing but its tailtip poked out, a tailtip that trembled heavily.

More suprised than the dragonriders on the stands was probably only Dafnierth who plucked her snout under her wing to figure out what her offspring was doing there. There was no reason to act silly like this! With a snort and a grunt, she carefully picked up the young being with her maw like a mother-cat her kitten, placing it back in front of the clutch, nudging it softly, attempting to make her young move forward to the line of Candidates.

The young dragonet just sat there and stared, huge eyes looking at the world in shock, the half-spread wings shivering while it tried to decide what do to next. What were all those people looking at? It was a perfectly normal... very small, very purple blue, wasn't it? While the hatchling was still trying to figure out what to do, the whispers among the audience grew louder - its now almost dry hide looked even less normal, even more light purple than deep blue. Maybe Dafnierth only produced hatchling that were not quite in the normal spectrum? But shouldn't her Offspring be larger than average if she came from the future? Was it because a Brown and not a Bronze had sired this clutch? Browns were known to produce less and smaller offspring if they caught a Gold...

[Hooxeii]

Candidate Brienne

Another of the eggs had cracked open without warning. This time, the hatchling seemed to be... purple? No, that couldn't be! Brienne knew that dragons occasionally seemed to be one color when they were in fact another... this one could very well be simply an off-colored blue, couldn't it? Dragons weren't purple... then again, she reminded herself, Dafnierth had mothered this clutch. Perhaps it was time to expect the unexpected? After all, no one had thought a red dragon possible, yet here she was!

The tiny dragonet seemed to want to hide behind its mother. Brienne thought this was cute behavior, and her spirits--and anxiety--were lifted a bit by the scene. However, Dafnierth wouldn't have any of it, and of course the baby had to Impress or it would perish. No one wanted that to happen, especially not the candidates for whom each dragonet that emerged was a chance at finding a lifelong companion as well as a whole new life for themselves.

She held her breath. Blues usually Impressed to boys, but there were exceptions, though these were rare and far-between. No, she'd likely not have a chance at this baby either, but that was no matter. Two more eggs were rocking, one of which was the sad little egg she'd touched a few days prior. Oh, by the first egg, let it hatch and be healthy!
She thought fiercely. The pretty purple-blue hatchling was a prize, no doubt, but something in her was not concerned with it any longer. It had a rider, somewhere among them, and it would find them. But would the weakest-looking egg live to have that chance?

"Karla, look at the water opal egg... do you think it will make it?'
Brienne asked, wringing her hands.

[akusma]

Her attention span really did need some attention. No sooner has she shown some concern for her friend, then she was turning to watch the eggs moving. Oh, it was those two! The Water Opal Egg and the Fire Opal Egg. She shivered at the rememberence of the touching of those two eggs. She wasn't so fond of them, really, she wasn't. The smaller reminded her of her husband, and that was anot a good part of her life. Karla's face stiffened as she looked at the egg. She couldn't remember the Fire Opal Egg that well, but she remembered lashing out at it. She felt a little guilty about that, but really now, it should learn to be kinder! She knew that neither would choose her, she just knew it. She'd been unfair to both of them, and although she regretted it, she couldn't stop not liking them.

Turned out neither were to hatch, and Karla gasped at the sight of the small purple dragon that fell face first onto the sand, shiny from the egg goo, and from the Black Star Sapphire Egg too! Her expression was once more one of worry as she teetered fowards slightly, almost leaing far enough to fall over as she inspected the poor dear. It was sneezing like anything! And sqealing! The only thing the crowd seemed to do was whisper at the poor darling, and scare her to death it seemed. It was smaller then a Blue, more Green sized, but from what she could hear everyone thought it a Blue. She had no idea why! Maybe it was a new colour? The heat from the sands was quickly drying it off, and Karla giggled slightly at it's half sand covered form. It was simply adorable! As it scampered Karla straightened, a surprised expression on her face and she turned to the people around her for an explanation.

She couldn't help but laugh as it scmapered under Dafnierth's wing though, hiding from the world. As the mother pulled it from out of there, Karla cooed to her slightly, crouching down with a bright smile and soft words. Really now, there was nothing to be frightened of. The people in the stands could do nothing while Dafnierth was there, and when it was bonded, then it'd be safe, because it meant it was healthy. Now, Karla knew that wouldn't stop the whispers, but it would certainly help. If it didn't bond, then it'd die...And no one wanted that. "Oh, you lovely thing."

Karla turned to look up to Brienne with a smile, soft smile. "I see it! It made more movement then this lovely thing - do you think it's Blue or something else? - so it should be fine. Just hope that it hatches before the Fire Opal!" she laughed, though she bit her lip slightly afterwards. The Fire Opal Egg had seemed more violent then the tiny frail sibling nearby. Would the poor, tiny thing be okay if it's larger sibling hatched first?