The Immortals...

The second half of the firelizard clutch from Ista decides that now is the time to unleash themselves upon the unsuspecting world…

Fort Weyr - Living Caverns
This cavern, having been created by bubbles in the volcanic flow of this extinct volcano, has a breathtaking ceiling — a vast dome that arches high above the heads of the weyrfolk that scurry around beneath it. A hollow echo can be heard from loud enough noises, and the chatterings of various firelizards are consequently multiplied into a chaotic babble. All in all, the living cavern is a loud place.
Tables are scattered around the room, apparently in no particular order. Over to one side near the kitchens, two medium sized serving tables are constantly spread with snacks, klah, and other goodies. The tables look worn, yet perfectly fitted to the atmosphere of the caverns. In the 'corners' of the cavern, smaller two and four place tables are set up for more private talks or just a less chaotic atmosphere in which to eat.

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Pralius comes in slowly, grabbing a cup of klah and settling into a chair away from the others with a quiet sigh

M'nol enters inexplicably, stripping off his flight leathers and snagging a mug of klah.

Odisyn nods. "Yes, craftriders can go up to journeyman." Odisyn's firelizards, Vulcan, Aries and Apollo sweep in from between, chittering eagerly. "Hey there fellas, I'm sorry if I scared you away." Vulcan chitters a scolding of his owner for his illogical behavior. "Yes yes, I know, I need to watch my temper." He frowns at Moydeo. "Hmmm, so do you have a favorite dragon color?"

Khaine wanders in with Team Sexy of Ista, and flops down near the eggs. Which, of course, is just about when he notices his gold flit, Maryam, starts to… hum from where she's taken up guarding the remains of the megaclutch. It's down to nine now, and some of them are likely hers. His bronze and blue start up just afterwards, putting out the call. More babies are incumbent. QUICK GET THE MEAT OMG.

Jessamin scampers back inside, stamping off the effects of the cold and hurrying back to her table. She plops her sewing things down again, sitting down and rubbing her hands up and down her arms. "Gaah… I'd never last a sevenday here, I've become spoiled by Western!"

M'nol grins as Jessamin enters, "Jessa! I'd heard you were here today. How are you doing?"

Elyciana staggers into the living caverns, looking extremely worse for wear. In fact, she looks almost exactly as someone might look who's hiked up and down thn through the woods in snow, mud and the like. She pauses in the door to brush at her coat, sending a spill of pine needles to the floor, as wella s some melting snow. "Shards," she manages to say, running a hand through her hair, which is discheveled and nearly soaked through. Snatching up a mug of hot klah and a meatroll, she sinks into a seat by the hearth. Warmth. And … she just notices the huge crowd of people and then the rocking eggs. A frown pulls at her lips, "Eggs? Now?" Seh lets out her breath in a slow sigh and fishes around in her meatroll for some meat for offerings.

Devarn is still shivering a little, and walks into the caverns where Rust bursts out of his coat and perches on his head of all places. Sitting down, he grabs his own klah mug and settles in. "That was fun, but I don't think I'll be doing something like that again tomorrow…" Noticing the sound, he looks over to the hearth. "Wow, right on time!"

V'ine laughs at Jessamin. "Yes you have." He hears a small hum starts. "Oh no more maws." He goes to grab a mug of klah and some meat. "Well now i'm ready for anything. Even impressing a little flit."

Pralius glances up as flizzen start humming, his own Harkonen even making an unexpected arrival, "oo, firelizards. That almost makes up for losing."

Jessamin groans as her bevy of stomachs on the wing start humming, each of them that is there, that is. "You guys can't be serious..? Alright, alright! Let me get some klah first, and I'll get some meat!" She hastens to the serving table to get a mug of klah, and looks about for things that might suit for a hungry, new-hatched belly. "Are there any scraps?"

Devarn grins, greeting M'nol. "There's no way I'm going to try for another fire-lizard. Gesturing upwards with his head, he indicates Rust. "This guy's quite enough work for me, thank you very much."

Moydeo nods to Odisyn. "Good to know." She grins, and blinks. "Favorite color?" She asks. "Well, uh, probably the browns, they are pretty neat dragons." She admits, and then gets distracted by the invasion of people. "Hello?" She asks, and then blinks. "We lost, again?" She asks, and shakes her head, then blinks at the mention of firelizard eggs. "Oh no, I don't want anymore, I'm staying over here." She says, and picks up her mug of klah, sipping at it.

M'nol glances at Jessa, "I'm sure they're prepared."

V'ine looks at Jessamin. "I have a plate of meat for them." He points to the plate of red meat on his lap. "You can take some of mine." He gives a laugh. "Team sexy come get some meat from me."

M'nol grins, "hey Devarn." he chuckles, "I can never have enough, though I really came to see the eggs." As if to demonstrate his fair of 9 appear from between and join the welcoming hum.

Shorynia stirs, finally having warmed enough to turn, she murmurs, "eggs?"

Elyciana pauses a moment to strip off her gloves with her teeth, revealing some loose bandages across the palms of her hands. No that she seems to care about that at the moment, as she greedily wraps one of her hands around her warm klah mug. Ah. Warmth. Bliss. Lifting the rim of the mug to her nose, she inhales deeply and breaks into a small grin, "I think I know now why I never bothered going up into those woods." This is murmured to no one in particular as another shiver wracks her body in response to the howl of the wind that sounds from the door. She's rather stuck in a nice warm seat by the hearth in a spot quite close to the clutch and she doesn't seem all that loathe to move. In fact, she's managed to fish out a bit of meat from her meatroll in preparations. "Hey runner girl," she ventures in Moydeo's direction, a smirk on her features. She had to do it, of course. Her attention drifts back to the eggs, though. Can't have them exploding without her paying attention.

Pralius grins, just listening to the conversation fill the caverns.

Odisyn chuckles. "Well. I want one." He stands up, moving next to M'nol he calls out to whoever's eggs they are. "Hey, where's the lizard lures?" He asks hopefully. Vulcan cocks his head, chirps, and then straightens up stiff and formal and begins to hum. Aries croons, hopping forwards a few paces as he starts to hum. Apollo chitters, stretches a few beats and then joins in.

Jessamin smiles over at M'nol, nodding. "Don't know how you heard I was here, I didn't tell anybody I was coming. How have you been?" V'ine gets a smile and a hug by way of thanks. Her eyebrows do shoot up at his remark, and she shakes her head. "I'll forget I heard that."

Pralius forces a mug of klah on Ely, "here, warm up. I've treated one hypothermia case too many already."

"It's freezing!" that declaration is something of an overstatement, coming somewhat dramatically from the small snow-dusted woman who makes her way into the living caverns, removing her coat and draping it, well, anywhere. Interest piqued, she sashays on over towards the crowd gathering about something. "Oh my," comes the rather convenient comment, the woman peering down her nose towards the humming firelizards. "Now that's a fair pretty sight, guess I'll be needing some meat hmm." Naturally, she's more than willing to worm her way into the fracas without even asking. "Won't be needing that, now will you dear," someone man is eyed, the Minercrafter giving him a sickeningly sweet smile as she whisks the plate of meat out of unsuspecting fingers. "I'll make it up to you later, darling," a quick simper, and she's moving forwards to find herself a choice spot from whence to perch and lure firelizards. Or at least one, hopefully.

V'ine hears someone say something about a brown. "Brown's are the best colour out there. Just ask any brownrider."

M'nol grins at Jessa, "I went to western and they told me you'd caught a ride here, so I decided I wanted to see the eggs anyway."

Pralius nod along with V'ine, "Browns are the best, no doubt about it. They're great."

Moydeo grins at Ely. "You'll have to find a new nickname for me till the eggs hatch." She grins, and turns to show Ely the new white knot on her shoulder. "But, hey goat girl." She grin, and teases back, as she watches the group, and nods to V'ine, and Pralius. "I agree, they are pretty nice dragons. Though blues certainly have alot of personality."

V'ine laughs and nods. "Yes blues have a fair bit of personality. Although I daresay my Rauxith has just as much if not more so then a blue."

Jessamin says "Oh come now, no need to go putting down blues. Dylanth, for example, has a lot of personality. So does A'di's Dalasith." She chuckles softly, plucking a handful of meat from the plate V'ine offers. "And let's not even start in on bronzes and greens. Glyith, he's quite something. Vinteth… Sinasapelth… doesn't matter the color, dragons are all characters in their own right."

Zahavah arches a brow, just so, and turns her petite little head towards those conversing about browns. "Well of course browns are the best," the woman remarks tartly, letting a bit of a smile crease her lips. "But then again, I wouldn't care much for dragons. They're all good and well, but I'm just as glad that I was never one to ride them. Can you imagine having to oil all that hide and bathe it. Oh dear, I'd likely get chillblans, in this weather." she wrinkles her nose. "No, Zask's just fine for me. thank you." The small woman gives a wry laugh. "At least he stays in his kennel most of the time."

Elyciana brandishes her mug of klha in Pralius' direction and takes another long drink of the liquid considering the thing is raised up anyways. It takes her a long while to come up for air and she lets out her breath afterwards in a long sigh, "Shards, Pral, I'm not that idiotic. I've already been to the infirmary today and you couldn't force me to go again." A shiver runs through her body and it's nothing to do with the cold this time. It looks as though she's generally repulsed by the idea of 'infirmary'. The mug is lifted to her lips partway, but she's stopped by the sight of that stark white knot on Moydeo's shoulder, a slight frown pulling at her lips, "Shards. They're all over the place now. First Milo, then you? You're still a runner girl, though." A derisive snort is given and she takes another sip of klah. Bliss. But it's interrupted bliss, soon, though, as a whirling blur of brown pops out of between and arrows for Ely's head. With a morose little chirping noise, the little 'lizard burrows underneath her hair and sunggles there, making sad chuffing sounds. Ely sighs a bit and places her klah mug on the table next to her so she can appease the brown, "It's alright Rom. It's just more of your kind hatching."

Odisyn chuckles at Elyciana's comment. "Well, they do tend to do that when there are eggs on the sands. Before you know it, we'll have candidates up the wazoo! They might even take you." He teases. "Which should be interesting, just be carefull not to get into an accident… clumsy!" he says teasingly. "Cause being mauled is not fun."

Jayashri finally manages to back it into the living caverns, her stride slow and exhausted. "I'm gonna pay for that hike tomorrow," she groans, making her way through the jostling horde toward the serving table. Too tired to eat, she grabs a mug of hot cider and makes her way over toward where her team is sitting, groaning as she eases into a chair. She isn't even bothering to remove her outer wear just yet. Too tired for such activity. "I can't believe we missed that sharding dummy," she sighs before sipping on her drink. "How many times did we pass it? You'd think at least I'd see it, being as short as I am," She snorts, vaguely annoyed with the failure she views as at least somewhat her fault.

One by one, the eggs in the cauldron, those 10 that remain, begin to move and twist about with more vigor. Each seems to be feeding off its neighbor, just as with dragon's eggs on the sands.

Xhaine follows in, still full of insane energy. "Whoo!" he's excited! And of course, at this point Carmella pops out of midair and flies towards the cauldron, perching on the other side than Maryam. She chirps at the older gold, then starts humming too. Carmella isn't so tiny now, Maryam can't eat her in one bite anymore! "Ah, the rest of them, finally?"

Pralius grins as Ashri enters, "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost in the bowl." Still, he's peering past her to the shaking eggs.

V'ine grins at Xhaine. "I had heard you guys had a huge clutch. I didn't think i would be here when they did."

Elyciana narrows her mismatched eyes over her klah mug at Odisyn, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of her lips, "I ought to have had an accident with that camera of yours the other day, I think. I'm not clumsy, despite all appearances." She hunches herself further down in her chair, burrowing a bit further into her coat fr warmth. Or as close to the hearth for warmth as she can get. Rom, the little brown, pokes his head out from beneath the slightly damp sheets of amber hair to regard the massive crowd around him with his sullen features. Interesting. He soon pops his head back into his shelter with a happy chirrup - he's safe and warm now. Tilting her mug back, Ely takes another long draft of the warming liquid and then places the thing back onto the table once more. Best to have both hands free for meat distribution, considering the humming going on in the room and her proximity to the eggs. And just her luck too, considering the things begin to twitch almost as soon as she starts to tear little bits of meat to shreds in her fingers. "Eh," she remarks to Ashri, scowling at the memory of the loss, "I guess it was fun, anyhow. But … that sharding dummy. We walked right by it three times, I think."

Xhaine laughs towards V'ine. "The funny thing about it, though, is that I'm not sure if the eggs were ours, we just found them." he squints at the tenth egg. "No idea where that one came from."

Khaine nods a bit. "I know for a fact that Maryam's had six. Somewhere in there." He waves a hand at the cauldron. "Though I've no clue if they've hatched or not."

Shorynia grins, watching the eggs shake and squirm, "You found them? shards, man."

V'ine looks at the egg Xhaine looked at. "Looks a really cool egg. I wonder what's in it. I looks happy at least."

Jessamin sits down cross-legged near the eggs, watching them shake, rattle, and roll. Her hands are messy with dripping meat, but who cares?

Sickeningly Sweet Egg rolls a little to one side, cracks beginning to appear along the tri-colored shell - though they remain very fine just yet.

Pralius moves towards the clutch, scooping up a bowl of scraps and twitching excitedly, even as Harkonnen begins to chitter jealously at him.

V'ine nears the clutch waiting for the first to break shell. He keeps a close eye on the pumpkin egg though.

End of the Line Egg apparently senses its nearby sibling's motions, despite a lack of sound, and jerks violently. What kind of brawl must be happening inside that shell, anyway???

"Come on Ely, Odisyn, let's not fight." Moydeo says to the pair of crafters. "Let's just relax, and enjoy the evening." She says, giving a bit of a smile, and then shakes her head at Ely's continued use of 'runner girl'. "Well, won't matter anyway, I'm sure I'll still be in the stables, just not as often, unless I have it for a chore." She says. "Oh, I'm sure there'll be alot of people pretty soon, running around with white knots." She giggles lightly, and then looks toward the crowd of people trying for firelizzard eggs. "Good luck to whoevers trying for one, my three are enough for me." She says, and reaches up to scritch the ridges of the little hair brown on her shoulder.

Jessamin leans over towards V'ine, chuckling. "Half a mark says that tricolored egg hatches first."

M'nol gasps as the end of the line egg jerks around, "why's it so violent?"

Pumpkin Egg must've noticed that the other eggs are rocking, so it decides now is the proper time for it as well. It's so unusual, however. All firelizards that look it over come away confused, so it's definitely not a firelizard egg. But what is it? Whichever, it's rocking from side to side, and a spiderweb of cracks appear on its surface.

Elyciana lifts the back of one hand to her mouth as she yawns widely - a large jaw-cracking sort of yawn that keeps her mouth open for what seems like ages. Once it's over, she has to shake her head a little to try to wake herself up, "Shards. Atleast I'lls leep alright to night. But I'll probably have nightmares of dummies and hiking in the forest." She scowls a little, scoffing at the mere idea of it all. By now she has a good assortment of meat pieces large and small in her lap, ready and waiting for hungry mouths that might start to pop out from that mass of eggs. "I must be nuts," she remarks to Ashri, heaving a sigh as she picks out a nice juicy bit of wherry, "But Rom might like a friend, I think." Or two, perhaps. Her mismatched eyes - one blue and one green- flick over the clutch in a mental calculation, lingering lastly on that orange egg, "Why is that one smiling at me?" A corner of her mouth twitches a little in amusement before her attention drifts back to the eggs that are actually moving.

V'ine looks at Jessamin. "Alright. I will bet that one will hatch first." He points at the pumpkin egg.

Shorynia smiles at the oddly shaped pumpkin egg, "I'm sure what's in that one is cute."

"I was beginning to wonder that myself," Ashri chuckles, her tone fatigued. "But, I'm here now. Where it's warm." Warm is pretty important after the weather outside. She slurps on her drink, following Pralius' gaze. "Shards, the rest of them?" she almost wails, looking around. "Maybe I should leave." What after the incident the other night. She eyes the bowl of meat. "Keep those lizards far away from me, will you, Ely? I don't think I need any more of the sharding things." Her cheek twitches nervously. "I think I might go crazy if I have to deal with another so young." She'll just hide behind her cider mug and pretend they don't exist. Nope, can't see her.

Odisyn frowns. "its definitely not a lizard egg. Wonder if its a tunnelsnake? Or a crawlie?" He frowns. "Or maybe it actually is a bird. Well, the baby had better be carefull, if its not a lizard odds are Vulcan will eat it." Vulcan hops down and begins to examine the pumpkin egg. He chirps in confusion. Definitely not lizard. He holds up a talon as if considering poking it. He shouldn't poke it. Poking is illogical. Instead he turns and hops back up onto Odisyn's shoulder, the proper place for a firelizard. "As for the…" Odisyn sees a pair of figures come in from the bowl. "Oh no." Odisyn's younger brother and sister see the lizard eggs and squeal. "Lizards! I want one!" All of a sudden he has his little sister clinging to his hip and his little brother running in search of a bowl of meat scraps.

Jessamin grins at V'ine. "You're on. Wonder what's in that one, anyhow." She looks around at each one in the Caverns, searching out any more familiar faces. Spotting Shorynia, she waves, unfortunately sending a few droplets of meat juices through the air. "Hello there!"

"Ah!" the word is a breathy exclamation from the small little Minecraft woman as she squeezes past one fellow with a brush of fingertips against his thigh and a smarmy little smile. "Now this is more like it," the woman declares in satisfaction, wiggling her way between two more people and settling herself down demurely. "I'm sure they're just darling little silly headed creatures," she feigns disinterest for the briefest of moments before her fingers dip swiftly onto that platter of meat she's got cradled in the other hand. "I imagine they can be useful though, run little messages here and there, look good sitting your your wrist. Oh my, living jewelry, now that would be delightful." Her eyes glitter with avarice as she surveys the rocking eggs from her vantage point near the cauldron. "I'm sure that would be just alluring," the woman gives a heavy-lidded stare about her, lips set in a petulant pout before she leans forward. "All right, little things, come out come out. Sooner you do, the sooner I get out of this frozen pit and back to the Minehall which is even more of a frozen pit."

A'ran waltzes in from the cold, his bronze tan looking very out of place in the wintry north. He wanders toward the serving tables, having come to watch the games, but now wanting now more than some hot stew to fill him. And stew he gets. Some sort of herdbeast stew with fingerroots, tubers, whiteroots, and a semi-clear broth. He inhales deeply. "Oooh." No one can say Fortians don't know how to cook. Grabbing a spoon and a mug of klah, he looks about for a place to roost.

Sickeningly Sweet Egg actually rolls away from the neighboring End of the Line as if its violence was startling to it. It comes to rest against the side of the cauldron and splits wider.

Shorynia perks at Jessa's wave, "oh, hi Jessamin. How are you doing?"

Sickeningly Sweet Egg quickly decides time is of the essence in this matter!

Finally! The outer shell of the Sickeningly Sweet Egg has been chewed through, allowing the ferociously defiant inhabitant to wriggle forth into the world in victory!

Proud Warrior Brown Hatchling

Sturdy earthen hues are the mainstay of this creature. The most prominent color is a dark tan, fallow perhaps, as if the sun had baked his form. He's built with stamina in mind over brute strength, even his head taking on a fierce set. His nose-ridge is Roman, a touch broad and regal. Eyeridges darken into bistre before his headknobs and neckridges lighten to an abrupt ecru. His hind legs are swathed in a wheaten hue like boots, while his front legs are banded on each side by burnt umber. His wingspars darken elegantly, with pale sails, leaving the impression of broad hatchets.

Elyciana twirls one of the larger strips of wherry between her fingers absently as she watches each of the eggs - her Bitran brain might be mentally calculating which one is going to hatch first. Thus it takes a while for her to respond to Ashri's comments, her eyes reluctantly dragging away from the clutch to regard the girl with a slight frown, "Well. Rom here's pretty calm and easy going. But he tends to get a bit lonely, you know. Not that I can gauge if it's normal or not. I only have him." As though to punctuate this, the tiny brown behind Ely's curtains of amber hair offers up a sullen, morose little cheep that's muffled, yet he doesn't deign to show himself. A hand reaches up to pat the fire lizar'ds tiny head before she lets it fall back to her lap and back to the process of dismantling bits of wherry in preparation for the eggs. The one large piece in her fingers continues to twitch back and forth like a metronome. Twitch. Twitch. Twitch. Right in time with the shaking of some of the eggs. "If I had marks with me .. I'd bet. But it's pretty much useless to bet on these sort of things. Short order odds." Mumblig to herself aobut odds again. Typical Bitran.

Odisyn's brother comes back, lugging a big tray full of meatscrap bowls. "URRRRG, the headwoman's assistant made me lug all these." He complains. Odisyn takes the tray from his brother. "Guys! I got meat! Get it while its bloody!" He calls out, taking a bowl for himself. His siblings are soon down on the floor sitting obediently with meatscraps. "Oh no you two. Dad said you can't have a lizard until he says so. Both of you." He sets the tray down and hauls both siblings over to A'ran. "Hey, dad said these two can't get lizards until he apprentices later this turn and she turns at least twelve. Can you make sure they don't try to grab one?" He asks. "Dad will be upset if they do."

Jessamin lets out a whoop and nudges V'ine, chortling. "That's half a mark!"

V'ine grins at Jessamin. "Alright." He reaches into his pocket to pull out a full mark. He gives it to Jessamin. "Here keep the extra half mark. I have no use for it."

End of the Line Egg jerks around furiously, as if sensing its brother has entered the world first! Or maybe it's just angry at something else? Whatever the case, a couple of holes appear in the shell, allowing a little claw to peer out.

Shorynia grins as the tiny brown hatches, "oh, he's cute." Mud appears, then, chittering jealously.

Xhaine sits back away from the clutch. "I've got five of the things, don't want any more." Carmella interrupts her humming to turn and glare at Xhaine for calling her a thing, then returns to humming with a baleful look. He'll be in trouble later for that, just watch. She chirps a greeting when the first one hatches, then resumes humming.

Jessamin blinks, and shakes her head, passing the mark back to V'ine. "No way, half a mark or none. I couldn't take the whole one, that wasn't the bet." Mud's chittering draws her attention, and she can't help but grin. "Jealous little bugger, isn't he? No reason to be."

Shorynia grins, "He's just finicky in general."

Proud Warrior Brown Hatchling shakes his head and makes his way to his feet with care, stretching out his wingsails in relief. It was far too cramped in there! He likes this open space! His head cocks one side to the other as he listens to the very tall creatures around him, looking this way and that curiously.

V'ine gives a small grumble as he reaches back into his pocket and pull out a half mark. "Oh I guess I did have one." He gives it to Jessamin. "There is that better?" He laughs a little.

Pralius has a handful of meat, but he's not offering it out just yet. Instead, he's waiting to see what else is to come.

Elyciana jerks back a little in her chair at the sudden emergence oft he brown, nearly dropping her bit of meat in surprise. "Shards," she mutterse an oath to herself, grimacing a little at her show of weakness, "I forgot how fast these things hatch. Might as well explode for all the warning they give." Scoopign al lof her meat pieces together, she manages to snatch an empty bowl from the tray of a passing server and deposits the whole lot into one easy carrying dish. That'll make it simpler. Not to mention she needed her lap free so she can more easily shuck off the thick coat that she'd been still wearing - that hearth can be extremely warm. Fre of heavy outerwear and stocked with meat, she picks out another bit of wherry from her bowl and holds it out, though not too far. "Mm. Not sure if I want another bron," she notes to no one in particular, her attention wavering away from the current hatchling and then to the egg that looks close to breaking open. Maybe that one will be different.

Pumpkin Egg doesn't hatch quite so easily as the other eggs, so it's still rocking away. The cracks are getting bigger, though, and there's a definite shifting of some sort of creature inside.

V'ine grins as the pumpkin egg keeps at trying to hatch. "Well I wonder what's inside. I wish I knew what was in there."

Shorynia moves forward, grabbing a handful of meat and offering it to the little brown, completely ignoring the pumpkin egg now.

Jessamin nods to V'ine, pocketing the half-mark. "Thank you." She turns back toward the eggs, smiling as she watches them rocking about, a couple of them cracking. The pumpkin egg in particular draws her attention, but so does that odd red one. "I've seen some pretty unusual eggs, but this lot tops them."

Proud Warrior Brown Hatchling is beginning to grow crimson eyed, and against his will, a creel makes its way past his lips. He slowly moves from one side of the cauldron to the other, peering at the huge beings and what smells like…. oooh, like food. His belly is hurting! Please? Someone? Anyone?

V'ine nods his head. "Yeah they do. For sure a odd lot of eggs."

Paranormal Activity Egg doesn't move much. In fact, across the surface, one has to look very, very carefully to see any of the fine, spidering cracks that are appearing slowly but surely. Whatever's within is either not terribly strong, or else has a decidedly meticulous way about it.

Shorynia cluckes gently at the little brown like one would to calm a runner, "C'mere little one. Aren't you proud and strong?"

Zahavah picks absently through the slivers of meat on her platter, glancing sulkily towards the brown firelizard for a long moment. "Huh, he's rather interesting," the woman waves a hand — alas, one not containing meat — and wiggles her fingers to catch the attention of anyone seated close by her. "Looks like that brown dragon from one of those southern Weyrs who's rider I spent a couple of nights with." Yeah, she's ready to tell some lovely sordid tale no doubt, the words certainly causing that person seated closest to her to turn away, and she sniffs diffidently, drawing her gaze back towards the hatchling. "Course," there's another diffident little sniff, "that man was really scrawny you know, no meat to him." Her lips press together into a tight little moue. "But that's old news." As if anyone cares. After all, is anyone actually speaking to the little Miner? Nope.

Proud Warrior Brown Hatchling hears a soothing voice, but more importantly: he sees dangling, delicious meat strips dripping a bit of juice onto the black Istan sands he hatched from in the cauldron. He can't help himself but to run quickly over and go for the meat with a pleased war-cry. It's while he's gnawing on it that he looks up at Shorynia with gratitude and relief.

Proud Warrior Brown Hatchling looks into Shorynia's eyes. Impression!

End of the Line Egg shudders, shakes, and for a last time, violently jerks in place.

Odisyn leaves his siblings whining about how they can't get a lizard. "Oooh, brown. Aaah, but Apollo is all the brown I need right buddy?" The lizard chitters in amusement. "Yep, Apollo is all the brown I need. I'd much rather have a green lizard if anything."

Pardner, this here egg ain't big enough for the both of us. The crackling of End of the Line stops, and like a cowboy come to clean up the town, a piece of shell goes flying as if kicked just before the occupant storms out.

Frontier Justice Blue Hatchling

Steel blue colors this little firelizard like the barrel of an Old Terran firearm. He has a broad stance to his legs, bowlegged some might even say, and the formation of his head is such that one eyeridge is slightly lower than the other so he's forever squinting. Atop his head and covering the knobs thereupon, is a baby blue splotch that for all the world looks like some form of hat. It almost pulls down to his eyeridges, in fact. He's a little stout, but nevertheless supple and agile somehow. Denim blue starts low on his hips to trail down his back legs, darkening to nearly black midway between hock and toes. His front feet are a darker cobalt blue, like gloves. His wings are long and supple, and a dark blue, somewhat irregular band encircles his waist, fading out towards the belly.

Shorynia grins hugely, popping meat into the tiny brown maw as quickly as she can manage it, "Hello little one, what shall I call you?"

Paranormal Activity Egg wriggles a tiny bit, the shell becoming more obviously fractured - and more finely so, though it doesn't appear ready to hatch juuuust yet.

M'nol is fascinated by the paranormal egg, the tiny blue either missed or ignored by the young rider with the fair of legends.

Pumpkin Egg is getting a bit more frantic in its motion, and tiny fragments of shell fall off, then it goes silent again. Resting, maybe? Building up stamina?

V'ine gives a curious look at the pumpkin egg. "What could you be?"

Elyciana seems slightly disconcerted by the pumpkin egg, her eyes straying towards it every so often, "Shards. That one's creepy. It looks like it's staringat me." Perhaps to avodi looking at it, she shifts her chair a little to make sure she's not got a direct view of it, or she tries as best as she can to do so. No use having a strange egg peering at her while she's trying to attract fire lizards. Rolling her shoulders a bit to dispell any stiffness, she starts to extend her piece of meat a bit further forward now that the little brown has found someone to look after him. A twitching motion towards one egg and then one towards another egg - it's almost as tohugh she's trying to charm them open with a meat wand or something. Her hand stops short as an egg nearby cracks open and releases a blue, causing her to jerk backwards a bit once more, "Well … that one is looking at me strangely too." Obviously she's referring to the odd squinting habit the new hatchling exhibits. She seems to squint right back at it, a little bit of concentration on her face now. Her gaze still flickers towards the other egg that's still wiggling, a thoughtful look crossing her features. To try or wait? Hm. Dilemma.

M'nol gives half a glance at the pumpkin egg and shrugs, "Something."

Jessamin giggles as she watches the emergence of the tiny blue, but does not hold out an offering just yet. "Well, aren't you just the bold little one. Come to take us silly human pets by storm, have you?"

Karona enters from the lower caverns, carrying a little furry-looking brown firelizard who keeps rubbing his head against her chin affectionately, making her laugh. It tickles! "Hey, hey, easy. I'm getting you food. Man you're affectionate when you want something." Indeed, food is her first stop, as she once more loads a plate with meatrolls, absently peeling away the pastry, and crumbling up the meat for her recently hatched brown. She manages to do this with one hand, the other alternately feeding herself and offering food half-heartedly to the hatchlings. Might as well, hey?

Shorynia smiles at her friend, "Going for another blue, Jessa? I think he'd suit you."

Jessamin shrugs and smiles at Shorynia. "Don't know. He's a cutie, though."

Zahavah tilts her head, ruffling through the meat slivers again for a moment before the petite young woman casts her gaze towards the orange egg crowned with that blotch of green. "With any luck," she replies cheerfully enough, plastering a sugary little smile on her face, "it'll probably be something that will hatch and eat everyone's brains at night while they're sleeping." My, doesn't she looks enthusiastic about that very thought. Killjoy much? "It's obviously not a firelizard. Maybe it's something the firelizards can eat. Delightful little carnage right here in the living caverns." If the Minecrafter isn't purposefully trying to antagonize everyone .. well, she's not doing a very good job of it. The blue hatchling is regarded carefully, the woman's gentian-blue gaze lingering over it for a long moment before she gives a bit of a sniff. "Well, he's stout enough. Cute, but I wouldn't know how he's look on my wrist." she studies her arm for a moment and then lets out a gasp. "Oh, meat juice under my nails. Eww."

Pralius just watches for now, one little brown had a home. The blue was fascinating, but he wasn't ready to dive in just yet.

Frontier Justice Blue Hatchling bursts from the egg with a cry of challenge! He shakes the goo from his head and squints left, right, up, down… Good Faranth, where is HE?? Baffled for a moment, he stumbles off out of the wet spot the goo left behind, getting used to his legs.

A'ran has been sitting in a corner of the caverns, watching the going ons with some interest. Seems that Fort is just full of lizards. One might even think it was Southern. He's quite content with his stew, however. His bones were quite frozen after watching the merry hunt outside for a dummy. He blows on a spoonful of steamy liquid before slurping the broth down. Hm, to try for a lizard or not… The stew is so warm though. It makes him feel like a human being again instead of a snow bunny.

They're In My Hair! Egg is bringing in a little bit of a shaking move from where it sits. Wiggle, wiggle! Wiggle, wiggle! Just like a young weyrbrat, unable to sit still for long. Crackle, crackle!

Karona's first firelizard, the furry-looking brown, is still young enough that he falls right asleep after eating, so he's already starting to drift off, stubbornly trying to keep eating. Karona eyes the firelizard, and shakes her head, settling him on the plate and leaving him to it. That sorted, she leans forward a bit, extending her meat offering hand towards that cowboy blue, idly.

Odisyn sighs, setting his bowl down and going to take his meal over to where A'ran is sitting. "hey, mind if I sit?" He asks. "I've got enough flying stomachs, which are enjoying themselves." Aries is humming away, perched on the edge of one of the tables.

Shorynia moves over near Karona, removing herself from the chaos at the cauldron while she continues to feed the newhatched brown, "Hi, I'm Shory."

Frontier Justice Blue Hatchling gains his legs under him and feels more confident. This is when he starts looking around at the beings, sniffing the air and slowly moving towards offered food. He's wary, though. Not quite sure about what's going on here…. but it smells sooo good. Ooh, there's one awfully close…

Pumpkin Egg starts up again, only this time instead of shell, orange, yellow, and green paint starts to flake off. Aha! Whatever it is, it didn't naturally look like this!

Elyciana keeps her arm straight out and locked at the elbow, that bit of wherry meat just hanging there. There's a bit of indecision still in those mismatched eyes of hers as she contemplates the blue and then the rest of the eggs, especially those close to hatching. There might bea decision somewhere in that mind of hers, though it's completely sidetracked at Zahavah's comments. A bit of a deadpan look washes across her face and she glances up at the ceiling for a moment, mumbling, "Hopefully it'll eat your brains first." A sidelong glance is cast at the woman in question, accompanied by one of Ely's signature frowns. It's not like she can spend half the night eyeing people, though, so her attention is soon dragged back to what really matters - the fire lizards. For now she just lets others attract the cowboy blue, perhaps content to sit back i her chair and watch for now to see what might come out of those other rocking eggs. Pity she can't be her usual sarcastic self all night.

V'ine looks at the pumpkin egg once more. "Sure hasn't moved in a while…" He get's cut off mid sentence when it starts to move once more. "The egg was painted?!?"

Frontier Justice Blue Hatchling looks into Karona's eyes. Impression!

Jessamin says "Curiouser and curiouser." She peers at the Pumpkin egg. Or was it really an egg? "What the deuce could be in there…?"

Paranormal Activity Egg moves a last time and… it's like magic!

As if phasing out of the shell, the Paranormal Activity Egg's occupant doesn't so much hatch as float free of its crumbled confines.

Ghost in the Shell Green Hatchling

Whatever this firelizard is, she definitely doesn't look normal. Lightly built, she seems nearly nonexistent. Her frame is delicate to the extreme, as if the slightest breeze might dash her into bits. Everything in her form, from her headknobs to the last ridge on her thin tail, looks as if it should be intangible. She is a tea green hue, almost white, and yet she stays on the sickly-looking side with her color. She almost seems to glow against darker backgrounds, her large faceted eyes almost eerie the way they peer out of her ghostly form and seem larger due to how frail she's built. Her spars darken just a little to moss green, while her neckridges and underbelly take on a slightly-darkened celadon. Even her claws are a very pale hue of off-white.

Warm at last! Jayashri sets her mug down, starting to peel out of her coat, hat, gloves and scarf. That hearth has done its job and now she is quite toasty! She hangs the jacket over the back of her chair, tucking hat and gloves into her pockets and draping the scarf atop the coat. Phew! Less sweat, more air! She pulls her curls back, some of them plastered to her face. And then it's back to hiding behind her mug. No food here. None at all. "I'm glad all mine are asleep," she mutters. That pumpkin egg sure is odd, though. "What the heck is that thing?"

M'nol actually sighs dejectedly when paranormal activity egg hatches a green. He neither needed nor wanted another green. Sadly, he turns towards the pumpkin egg, waiting to see what lies beneath the paing

Karona tilts her head a bit at Shorynia, and nods slightly. "Ah, Karona. Journeyman smith." she introduces, very properly and formal. And then there's a little cowboy blue on the other end of her meat. "Hello!" She gently picks up the blue, and feeds him. "Hmm. A name." she eyes the brown curiously. "Shafe, I think." she finishes, nodding to the blue. "Kistane," the slightly older brown, "and Shafe." the newly impressed blue.

Ghost in the Shell Green Hatchling delicately, gracefully, moves from the remains of her prison like a wraith. There is no clumsiness to her, as if she were born to gracefully glide. She pauses to peer at the encircled people, head tipping just a bit and a soft chirp issuing from her mouth.

They're In My Hair! Egg rattles again, boogying to its own little beat - and then it falls silent once more.

Odisyn sighs, when A'ran doesn't respond. "Ooooh, now thats what I wanted." He grabs his bowl again and hurries over to the eggs. "Hey there little lady." He starts wiggling meat for the firelizard. "You look like the sort that can run with the boys, do you wanna come have a nice little meal with me?"

"Have a seat," A'ran gestures to the chair across him. "I don't blame you for wanting away from the chaos." He takes another bite of stew, looking to the exploding hordes. "Seems like everytime I show up there's lizards hatching. Even in Southern we aren't so prolific." He chuckles, emerald eyes sparkling with mirth. "I'm A'ran, by the way. Green Shaseith's. I'm not sure we'te met before." He extends a hand cordially.

The Better to Slice You With Egg moves. Or did it? Did the claws on it tighten? Surely there must be a crack somewhere, because a disconcerting bit of egg-goo has begun to slip out of one edge where a "talon" on the shell is gripping…

Zahavah wipes her hand disdainfully on the edge of her trousers, inspecting her nails for a long moment or two before she sniffs in satisfaction and glances upwards at the sound of Elyciana's voice. "Oh, but that's the thing dearie," she comments, droll and somewhat amused. "I don't live here and I'm certainly not taking it with me, now am I?" her lips press together in a faint little smile. "I could always feed it to Zask," she remarks dryly then, brows quirking upwards at at the sight of the flakes of paint. "My, painted. Now, I wonder who was thinking up that little surprise there." Pinching a sliver of meat between two fingers, the wherhandler drags it to the edge of her plate, but making no effort to offer it out towards the hatchlings just yet. "I suppose," she replies sweetly to the girl with the mismatched eyes, "that you'll probably want to carry something sharp to bed. Just in case whatever's in that egg decides that Fortians are sweet and delicious." Really, this is how the Miner woman is. All the time.

Shorynia grins at Karona's new blue and points at her newest acquisition, "Hannibal."

Odisyn now looks really torn, does he go after the lizard or sit next to A'ran. "Odisyn, Computercrafter. Hang on. be right back. I didn't want a boy lizard, but a green I would like." He half kinda wiggles the meat. "Cooomon. Though, it isn't really fair that I try, my parents don't want my younger siblings impressing a lizard until they reach a certain age." He sighs. "Its not really fair that I stand there in front of them trying to impress one. Especially Cosnyra, she loves green anything, green dragons, green lizards even green watchwhers." Indeed, his sister is glaring angrily across the room at him when he attempts to tempt the little green.

Moydeo nods to A'ran. "Hey A'ran." She greets him, and chuckles. "Oh, I know, seems like clutches of these guys have been popping up everywhere lately." She chuckles. "Is winter firelizard mating season or something?" She laughs lightly, and motions to a seat near A'ran. "Mind if I sit as well? I don't want to get too close, and accidentally lure one to me." She chuckles.

Elyciana stiffens a little as that pumpkin egg moves again, her eyes flicking to one side to peer at it some more despite her original plan to not bother looking at it. And the sight of the paint falling off is enough to make her turn her head fully in its direction, her jaw clenching a bit, "Who the shards painted that and put it in here? And what //is // it for that matter?" No matter that she just echoed Ashri's questio and didn't add any insight of her own. How astute of her. It takes her a few moments to actually realize she's forgotten about the hatching at hand and her eyes immediately dart back to the eggs. Or where one of the eggs used to be and now there's a green there instead. "Did I say that one could hatch?" she questions the air in turn, that bit of wherry meat in her hand drooping slightly and threateningt o fall from her fingers. Thankfully her fingers manage to clench a little to save it, but onl because she stiffens a little more at Zahavah's response. "Perhaps I can make sure it follows you home, then? I'm sure it'd be good company," she retorts, sarcastic in full. True Ely now. She turns her meat, bowl and all, upon some of the other eggs that are waiting to hatch. The green is ignored for now - she might have enough suitors.

Jessamin shoots a rather nasty glare to the vociferous, ill-tempered Zahavah. "With any luck, whatever's in that egg will take to you and decide your brains are sweet." She mutters as she turns back towards the eggs, "Only sweet thing about that one… shards, I haven't seen anyone that nasty since… well, for a long time."

Jayashri is just going to stay out of the argument between Elyciana and Zahavah, actually. In fact, she's even going to go so far as to move her chair away from the Beastcrafter. Unfortunately, that puts her closer to the lizards. A wince as she realizes this, but doesn't move. Well, let's tempt fate a bit, shall we? She doesn't have any meat anyway. The green one catches her eye, so ghostly and pale. Graceful and pretty. Still, she's just going to sip on her cider. It's much better than another hungry mouth, right?

A'ran nods, chuckling after Odisyn. "Go ahead… Moy?" he hesitates, not quite sure of her name. "Forgive me if I'm wrong. I'm lousy with names." A half smile and a chuckle follow his statement. "Still, come enjoy a respite from the chaos for a bit." He eyes the knot on her shoulder. "Candidate?"

Pumpkin Egg hatches a tiny bit more. A small nose is making an indention in the shell, a hole appearing in the surface. It's still a mystery as to what it is, what with how it's totally taking its time. It rotates around so that its 'face' is looking straight at Elyciana, though, since she seems to dislike it staring at her.

Karona looks up from feeding her new cowboy blue, Shafe, and tilts her head at Shorynia. "Hannibal? That's an interesting name." she says, blinking as her brown Kistane starts to sleepily growl at the blue. "OI! Little late to be objecting now."

V'ine looks at the pumpkin egg. "What is it?" He moves to look at the 'face' "I can't make head's or tail's of what it this thing is."

They're In My Hair! Egg seems to suck itself in slightly before a herculean effort occurs to rip the egg into furrows for the little one inside to get out….!

The bat-flavored In My Hair Egg has one, two, three little cracks! Ah-ah-ah-ah! And then out rolls the wet, shining hatchling from within.

One, Two, Three Little Flitties! Blue Hatchling

This little fellow is pudgy and cheerful looking, despite the elongated fangs that are barely discernible peeking out from his upper jaw. His head is more ovoid than elongated, his limbs a touch shorter, and his build overall a little more squatty than perhaps others of his kind. His nose is larger, as are his headknobs (and do they stick out slightly?), but outside of his tiny imperfections, he is beholden to quite an impressive wingspan. His major color is periwinkle blue; however, this color darkens at his lower jaw so that it's almost black at the chin, and in a widow's peak around the knobs at his head. In fact, even his wings darken in that way, though the sails have a faintly goldish hue to them here and there due to their thin quality. One of his eyes has a baby blue ring around it like a monocle, and dark blue fades in and out across the periwinkle of his form like a suit.

Moydeo nods. "Moydeo, yes." She grins, and sits down, after snaggging a meatroll off the tables, may as well have a snack, right. She nods to A'ran's question. "Yes, candidate, as of this morning actually, A'di, and his blue, mostly his blue though, asked me to stand." She grins, and sips at her klah, as she watches the chaos.

Ghost in the Shell Green Hatchling rises on her hind legs to sniff. There's almost a frown that crosses her tiny features, eyes roiling crimson, before she slithers up and onto the lip of the cauldron. The first to do so out of the clutch, her pale wings unfurl, and she proceeds to attempt flight - successfully. She is a ghost of a green

A'ran nods, grinning. "I remember when I was Searched." He sips on his klah. "I was seventeen. I'd just walked the tables. Talk about one heck of a turnday surprise. First, I walk the tables, and next I'm being asked to Stand!" He laughs lightly. "Shaseith found me though, right as rain. I suppose we must have been meant to be, what with our mutual love of plants. Best of luck to you, Moydeo." He raises his glass. "May you find your lifemate on the sands."

Ghost in the Shell Green Hatchling looks into Moydeo's eyes. Impression!

One, Two, Three Little Flitties! Blue Hatchling rolls only a short distance before halting in a seated position, a tangle of wet limbs and wings and utter confusion.

Sabrina walks up from the lower caverns, looking for food, only to find a group of people surrounding something… So she heads that way instead, peeking around to see what the fuss is. Seeing the hatching flitters she grins. "Goodness, didn't think it would be a hatching over here." She says mostly to herself. She waves lightly to Moydeo when she notices her over there.

Odisyn chuckles as Moydeo gets the green. he gets up, setting his bowl down on the edge of the table and sits next to A'ran again. "Aaaah, well, every rider has a story. Thats whats so fascinating about candidates and weyrlings, the stories." He chuckles. "I have a bad temper but I guess in some ways I'm still an idealist and a hopeless romantic." He snorts. "I love the people, and the dragons." He chuckles.

It's the movement from that dratted pumpkin egg that catches Elyciana's eye again and she flinches away from it involuntarily, leaning all the way to the other side of her chair in some attempt to escape that evil orange gaze. "Can't someone take that sharding thing outside and drop it in a snow bank?" she hisses, trying once more in vain to scoot her chair a little bit so that she's unable to see or look at that oddity. Once again the movement of that oddball makes her miss the hatching of another egg and she finds herself staring at another blue in the midst of a pilke of eggshell that used to be an egg. What was once annoyance turns to further annoyance as Ely's face falls almost comically, the corners of her mouth pulling down, "Another one hatched." In goes a breath and she lets it out slowly in a huffing noise, her arm stretching out once more in the vague direction of the eggs that are left. For now she doesn't let the bit of meat stray near the blue, but she's once again seemingly torn between offering and not offering. Something about those remaining eggs makes her take pause though and she frowns at the lot of them, as though trying to x-ray them to see what's inside. "He is sort of cute .. in a bewildered kind of way," she comments on the blue in a begrudging sort of way.

Jessamin chuckles as she watches the little blue tumble into a tangle of limbs and wings. "Poor little guy… come on now, keep trying. You can do it." But she keeps the savory treats of meat to herself, cupped between her hands.

M'nol glances again at the pumpkin egg since his first choice hatched a green, "what are you hiding little orange thing."

The Better to Slice You With Egg is suddenly opened by a dark talon piercing one of the "wounds" on the egg and pulling downward on it. Must… get out…! This prison is no bar to me!

V'ine gives a small frown when he hears Elyciana mentions puting the pumpkin egg in a snow bank. "That wouldn't be very nice."

"Oh, do, do" Zahavah simpers another snide little smile in the direction of Elyciana. "I'm sure it'll be terribly easy to find my home, and moreso comfortable. Why, maybe it could bunk down with Zask in his little kennel. Although he's so prone to snapping at things and crunching them. It might make him dreadfully ill." the Minecrafter woman does spare a brief concern over this — although certainly she looks far from devastated at the thought of a wher with an upset tummy. That's when Jessamin too is gifted with a brief tight-lipped little smirk. "I'm quite sweet, dear," the woman's quick to remark, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "I'd be more than happy to show you just how sweet I can be." A flicker of a glance, and she's quick to notice that dark little visage that seems to be doing it's level best to keep an eye on Elyciana. "Well now," Zahavah's droll voice is far too sweet to be truly nice, "I think it likes you."

Six Feet Under Egg cracks slightly. Maybe. Something moved over in its direction, but there's no sign of anything NOW….

Pumpkin Egg shivers and shakes almost angrily when it's threatened. Pff! Why, I oughta grab you and dump YOU in a snowbank!

Moydeo acks, as the gren uncerimoniously plops onto the table in front of her. "Er, uh, hi." She says as the ghostly green reaches for the meat roll with a creel of hunger. Moy can'tt help but break off a piece to feed her.

One, Two, Three Little Flitties! Blue Hatchling struggles to get upright and sorted, but does manage it for the most part. He takes the time to look around, casually reaching up to push a bit of shell from his features, before walking a short distance and having a seat on the black Istan sands. He lifts one front paw for some reason, looking from one human figure to the next in order - as if counting them, perhaps?

Sabrina snorts when she notices the battle of wills, so to speak, going on between Ely and that orange egg. "Carefull Ely, she calls over, don't want to go making the tiny thing angry at you or anything. It'll curse you." She smriks before moving a bit, a little away from people so she can mainly just watch the hatching with interested eyes, wondering where her own were.

Jayashri hums to herself, absently picking up on the firelizard tune as she sips at her cider, almost gone. She looks at it mournfully, afraid she might end up crossing paths with another lizard. She recoils — slightly — as the pumpkin egg swivels about, staring at Elyciana with its creepy painted eyes. "Who in Faranth's name brought that thing in?" she asks, mostly under her breath. Mostly. She drains the last of her cider and begins to cautiously tip-toe past the firelizards. Not here, you don't see me! Step step step. She manages to get more cider and this time a bite to eat — hot shellfish chowder — and sneaks back to her chair. Ha! No firelizard mishaps! Huzzah!

Shorynia slips out of the caverns and to her ride back to Ista. Nothing to see here, right?

Elyciana tenses up a bit, her shoulders hunching as though she were buckling under the effort to keep from truly snapping at Zahavah. Even so, the fingers gripping that bit of wherry tighten even further as she responds in a low tone, "You must have first hand experience, then? I'm sure he gets grievously sick whenever he's around you, so you must know he has a fairly sensitive stomach. One look at you and …" Well, she'd add more, but the quivering form of that weird orange egg has caught her attention again and she gives it the evil eye. A truly evil eye - or mismatched pair of eyes, as it were. "Oh shut up," she quips at the not-egg, flicking a hand at it in a dismisive gesture, "You know you're not really a fire lizard egg, so I could dump you in a snow bank if I want!" Taking a deep breath, she lets out the air in a deep huff and returns her attention to the remaining eggs, her meat held forth again. Her eyes immediately move to some of the other eggs, which appear to be getting ready to hatch. Hm. Which to aim the meat at? She wiggles the piece experimentally at one and then the other.

The Better to Slice You With Egg has had enough of this! Enough! It was born to be FREE, like a spirit of vengeance!

Moydeo nods to A'ran. "I hope I have the same luck as you then, that my lifemates out on those sands somewhere too." She agrees with a grin. "Hey Ashri, I think you firelizard magnatism rubbed a bit off onto me." She giggles, and gets passed one of the bowls of meat, as she feeds the little green.

Yes! Claws rake the eggshell of the Slice You With Egg to ribbons, at long last, allowing the creature within to struggle forth into the light! Beautiful, beautiful light!

Sexy Dealer of Death Green Hatchling

One might call this curvaceous green beauty a heartbreaker, if she weren't so decidedly dangerous looking. She is cloaked in deep forest green that swerves into blackish depths at her underbelly, tender areas, headknobs, and down the top of her neck. Myrtle and hunter green, perhaps even pine, pulls up her wingspars and picks itself out upon her neckridges. She is a strong firelizard with a long snout and tail, built for speed and stealth without a doubt. The only true color upon her is the strange flashes of teal and even aqua that are hinted upon her eyeridges and alongside her snout, as well as hinted at where her muscles naturally play upon the light.

Pralius glances between Elky and Zavanah, suddenly distracted from the eggs, "Uh… ms. minecrafter… Ely's got a temper. You might want to be careful what buttons you push…"

Odisyn once again Odisyn gets up, grabs the bowl and makes his way over to the hearth. "Cute she is." He starts wiggling a piece of meat, crouched on the ground. His younger sister has long since quit glaring, and is trying to pretend the cute green on the hearth doesn't exist.

The Pumpkin Egg finally decided it had it. Absolutely had it. She's GLARING AT IT. Suddenly, it cracks in half, and what comes out is…. round, FUZZY, and yellow with grayish blotches. It snorks and struggles to its feet, a veritable ball of fluff, and turns to look at Elyciana. Snork snork! MAMA! MAMA! Wobbling, it blinks its eyes several times and shakes itself out, becoming even MORE fluffy now that the egg goo is drying more. MAMA! Suddenly it charges off towards the edge of the Cauldron, falling off with a snorking cheep of alarm. Probably for the best, considering it'd look quite tasty to the hatchlings.

V'ine looks at Elyciana. "As I said not a nice thing to do. I really would not let someone put a defensely creature out in the snow."

Pralius gasps as the slice you with egg shatters, "She's… beautiful…" He absently holds his meat out to the little green, "c'mere, little one." For once, harkonnen doesn't seem jealous of the lavished attention."

Sexy Dealer of Death Green Hatchling savages her egg until she can get out of it. Though she may stumble slightly, she is a hatchling who knows what she wants. She shakes herself and immediately begins to pace away from the remains of her egg, crimson eyes fiercely raking over the humans. Someone will give her food. Now.

Sabrina decids that food is a good thing after all and goes off to get some meat rolls for herself and comes back with a plate of them, only to find another flitter hatched. "There's a bunch of fine looking lizards ceoming from this." Again, why is she talking to herself? She crouches down and tucks back some of her own green hair as she watches the hatching, a small smile on her face as she watches all the new life. It's cool and it never gets old.

Odisyn sees the creature. "Oh great Faranth how cute!" Hecries. Vulcan's eyes whirl slightly red. He stalks the goose, following behind it. "VULCAN! Bad lizard! Leave the gosling alone!" Vulcan chirples an apology and sits tamely next to the cauldron of sand. "Wow, Elyciana thats so cute, it thinks you're mommy!"

One, Two, Three Little Flitties! Blue Hatchling makes his count and lowers his hand. He moves off in another direction, though, trying to figure out who has what he wants: and he's figured out that he's hungry, and those smells from the meat are mouth-watering….

Jessamin busts out laughing as the goose takes off out of the cauldron, squawking at Elyciana. "Oh, Shards… now how could you want to stick -that- in a snowbank? He's just too CUTE!"

A'ran chuckles. "Congratulations on that little green. She's a beauty. Greens are lovely indeed." Not that he's biased or anything. Nope. He beams at the newly hatched green. "Well, isn't she a sexy thing. And looks like she already knows she's got it." He chuckles, slurping absently at his stew. "I just hope it isn't storming the night the eggs hatch. I swear, sometimes they do it on purpose. Or maybe they were scared of the thunder and wanted to be with their mates."

Pralius glances at Ely's newest acquisition, "That's… unique…" then he's back to sexy dealer of death green hatchling, "here little green beauty."

Six Feet Under Egg ripples slightly where it's sitting, and a definite tear begins to appear down the length of the upper and lower halves of the "coffin."

Sabrina snorts and nearly chokes when a little bird comes out of the egg. "Oh goodness, that's the cutest thing I've ever seen." She feels the urge to feed it now for some reason, but refrains, as it's far away. But she's got to feed something now! So she pulls a bit of meat out of one of her rolls and starts dangling it at the flitters. Maybe they'll see, maybe they won't.

Zahavah bristles at the Fortian resident's words, her fingers tightening around the meat platter for a moment before the woman gives a loud sniff of disdain. "Well," she replies silkily, "that which hasn't killed him yet only makes him better. Daresay you wouldn't know my Zask then." there's a prim little toss of the little woman's head and she's moving away, a new target found as the Healer apprentice speaks. "It's not just Ms. Minecrafter," there's a throaty purr as she advances on the younger man. "It's Zahavah. Handler to the brown wher, Zask." she smiles faintly. "And quite honestly, I would not care if she had a temper, buttons or no, there are protocols and decorum that ought to be observed." And that's when she glances over her shoulder, notices the fuzzy ball of fluff and bursts out laughing. "Oh yes, now that is cute." It only looks cute, probably eats brains though.

For once, Elyciana's got her eyes firmly on the actual eggs that are hatching and her eyes light on the new green almost instantly. Cramped from sitting in one positio for so long, she shifts a bit in her chair and stretches forward, obviously intent on either trying to offer up meat or atleast move to a new position. That's when the exploding shells of that pumpkin egg suddenly forcibly drags her attention away once more. What comes OUT of the egg nearly has her fallign off of her chair in alarm. In fact, she tilts forward and has to catch herself rather awkwardly on the arm of the chair, an actual yelp of alarm escaping her lips. She manages to scramble back upwards into a dignified sort of position again, glaring at anyone who might've been watching or laughinga t her, "What?" She tenses a bit before eyeing the little walking ball of feather fluff at her feet and reaches a finger out towards it hesitantly, "Is it a … what is it? A wherry?" She looks genuinely confused - somewhere between apprehensio and awe at its cuteness. For now, she decides to feed it a bit of the bread leftover from her meatroll while she waits for more eggs to hatch.

Sexy Dealer of Death Green Hatchling stretches out her wings a little and goes to the lip, raising up on it to perch and peer at the offered meat. Delicious… Her tail lashes as she looks from one to the other. Choices, choices….

Pralius waggles the meat a little, as if trying to make it look alive and Harkonnen coos gently to his would-be mate, "here ya go."

Jayashri stares at the little gosling as it hatches, charging Elyciana. "Er, what?" She blinks. "What is it?" she asks, curious enough to lean forward from her chair and attempt to pet the thing. "How did it get in here with the rest of them, anyway?" No matter. It's cute. At least, at the moment. "Don't let the watch wher eat it, though." Her gaze flicks to the Miner. No fowl snack for your creature tonight. She sits back in her chair, returning to her chowder, still watching the hatching eggs warily. So far, so good. No firelizards have rushed for her. "You can have all my firelizard luck you like!" she calls to Moydeo. Right now, all she wants is this food in her belly. And then, a hot bath. Yes.

V'ine looks at the green. "Hey there little one." He offers the little green a bit of meat. "mm tasty meat come take a bite."

Moydeo nods to A'ran. "She sure is cute, but she's so pale, I hope she's not sick or something, maybe I should get her checked by a healer." She says, and, well, if the green is sick, it certainly isn't hindering her appetite any, as the green quickly scarfs down any bit of meat given her. She looks up hearing the commotion, and laughs seeing the ball of feathers by Elyciana. "Haha, hope it gets along with the goats!" She calls to the beastcrafter.

One, Two, Three Little Flitties! Blue Hatchling is beginning to despair. His head lifts in a forlorn creel. Sooo hungryyyyy! The urge within him to go wild is growing stronger. One, two, three, four! Why is there no food offered? Maryam ceases her humming and croons in anxiety, while bronze Jibrail flutters his wings and looks ready to find food by instinct for it.

Odisyn grins, giggling fit to burst and wiggling his meat lure. "its a gosling, a baby goose. I think… oh well, you're its mommy now Ely! When a baby bird hatches it imprints on the first thing it sees. You impressed a baby water foul!" He cackles, and gigglefits, and rolls his eyes. "Honk, honk honk!" He mocks the Bitran. "When it gets nice and big you can eat it for dinner, and it will be staring at you as you drag it to the chopping block whining 'But why momma?! Why?'"

Jessamin can't help chuckling at the flizzen peering out of the edge of the cauldron. "Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. Oh Shards, where did that come from?" She purses her lips for a moment, then shrugs, laughing to herself. "Ah well. She's a beauty, isn't she?" Nudging V'ine, she smiles. "Going to try for her? Don't think you've a green yet."

Xhaine bursts out laughing when the pumpkin egg hatches. "So THAT'S what it was!" he giggles to himself. "It's a gosling." he tells Elyciana. "And… it seems to think you're its mother." hehehe.

Pralius half-glares at Zahavah, "name or no, wher or no, you shouldn't intentionally irritate someone. Especially someone who can decide what gets cut for your meat intake." Aaaaaand back to the green with anothe rthoguhtful wiggle

Six Feet Under Egg is almost ready. Almost… ready…. and yet not quite.

Sabrina grins at the other people dangling meat to the flitters. "She looks so undecided." She says to them, though she doesn't aprticularly know either one of them. She just continues to dangle the meat for which ever of the little flits that wants it. She does set her plate down then and picks up one of her rolls to eat it herself. She's hungry too!

M'nol gives another soft sigh as the clutch begins to thin, he's begun to give up hope of a perfect hatchling in this clutch.

V'ine grins at Jessamin. "Yeah she is. I don't have a green yet or a bronze or gold."

Sexy Dealer of Death Green Hatchling makes her decision firmly. She moves quickly and silently, while attention is misdirected, to the meat of her choice.

Sexy Dealer of Death Green Hatchling looks into Sabrina's eyes. Impression!

Six Feet Under Egg is ready! NOW! NOW is the time! Patience has its reward!

The split down the length of the coffin that is Six Feet Under widens as the hatchling within pushes its way out. Oh no! Look out!

Eternal Impaler Brown Hatchling

There is something to this brown flit that makes him look taller and statelier than he truly is. His legs are long, and quite strong without being outsized. His neck is elegant, but distinctly male. His structure is sturdy, yet light at the same time. Buff picks out details over his eyeridges, headknobs, wingspars, and in a V at his chest without really being dominant, mere golden baubles to his majesty. No, his color is dark, dark sepia fading into taupe at his face and throat, and then umber at his tail and spars. Rust and burnt umber pattern his hind and back feet, seemingly redder than they are against his sepia. A grayish-brown liver color strokes his neckridges all the way to the tip of his tail, trickling down his head towards his eyeridges. All the same, the coloration and stance of this creature is almost menacing somehow, perhaps an impression given by the way his ridges sit upon his face to give him a glare when looking at something head-on.

Pralius gives a soft half-whimper as the green chooses another. meat just hanging there towards the hatchlings.

V'ine gives a small sigh. "I already have a brown sorry little guy."

A'ran chuckles. "Well, with an appetite like that, I wouldn't worry. I Impressed a rather pallid blue myself the other day and he seems to eat more than you'd think possible for something his size." He stirs his stew absently, toying with the vegetables. "She seems to have a healthy appetite. I'd be more worried about her if she wasn't eating like that." He grins lopsidedly, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes and spying the brown. "Well, isn't he a grant sight," he nods to the just hatched brown. "Proud as any bronze, that one."

Odisyn sighs as the green impresses someone else and makes his way back to the table he was sitting at with A'ran. He sips at his klah, now cold. "oh that was worth teasing her over. I can be pretty silly when I want to be. Shards, that baby bird is so cute."

Eternal Impaler Brown Hatchling slips forth from his casket to rest upon the black sands. Wet wings lie askew only for a few moments before he straightens and pulls himself together. Wings tuck, head lifts, and he fair GLARES at those around him. He doesn't make a sound, but instead proceeds to pace slowly, a touch sand-covered, away from the ruins of his shell.

Elyciana leans to one side and peers down thoughtfully at the fluffy little gosling at her feet. Oddly enough, she doesn't seem as inclined to toss it into a snow bank now. Instead, she continues dropping little pieces of bread at her feet for it to pick up. "I do not look like a goose," she manages to snap in someone's direction. Being so occupid with this surprise happening, she's completely lost track of who she's supposed to snap back at. Maybe it was Zahavah. Maybe Odisyn. For good measure she aims a glare at the pair of them before turning her attention back to the gosling. "What am I supposed to do with a goose?" she ventures to Ashri, twirling a bit of meat between her fingers in a nervous sort of way, "I don't think it'll be allowed in the dorms. I'll .. I'll have to keep it with the goats, I guess." Despite her original misgivings about its egg, she actually seems to be taken with the fluffy thing and actually leans down to scritch its head. Then her attention drifts as she hears another egg hatch and she blinks once, a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth, "Another brown. Hm." She toys with her wherry meat again, her arm half-extending a bit but still not enough to really entice anything. Those eyes of hers are still eyeing those other eggs.

Sabrina blinks then when the little green steals the meat from her fingers but then grins down at her. "Well, seems like you've made up your mind." She says to it before she's pulling another bit of meat from another roll and offers it up to the little vixen.

Pralius straightens some, still slumped. He didn't even notice the new little brown, so enamoured he was with the lost green.

One, Two, Three Little Flitties! Blue Hatchling is wailing, now. Maryam and her blue and bronze fair-mates are hissing softly. Jibrail and Israfel take off from their perches in order to find food for the poor baby before he dies or goes wild away from them, buzzing close to a few heads to do so.

Jessamin says "Ohhh, now there's one with some spirit to him!" She can't help smiling at the regal brown. "Sure your hide's not gold instead of brown there, little guy?" She keeps the meat back for now, waiting and watching. Meantime, her bronze perches atop her head again, using her as a staging ground from which to hum at the little hatchlings, and encourage the other eggs. "Back again, Bahrain?"

Jayashri offers a comforting smile to Pralius. "Trying to get a girl to match Wyndrei's two boys?" she asks the Healer curiously, taking another sip of her cider. That intense brown does draw her eye, however, if for no other reason than his sheer presence. It's eerie yet strangely hypnotizing. She shakes her head, breaking the contact. "I don't much know, Elyciana. You're the Beastcrafter, not I." She offers a faint smile. "The stables should be warm enough though, right? He or she can nest in the hay. Should be nice and warm there." Another nod, and she steals another glance at the dashing brown. The last thing she needs is another brown, but it's hard to keep her eyes off him. Still, she can focus on her chowder, right? Yes, that soup is really good. Look at that, not at the flizzen. Slurp.

Odisyn giggles. "you eat it of course!" He heckles. "What do you think you do with a goose? Shards, if I'd known that egg was a goose I'da grabbed it, raised it to eating age and had it for dinner!" He snickers. "Its cute as shards but its a farm animal. Farm animals are for EATING."

Someone kicks Odisyn under the table for that.

Red and Delicious Egg wibbles, though for a moment the entire thing looks nothing short of a drop of blood on the sands, shaken slightly. It makes no other motion.

V'ine looks at the egg that just moved. "Hmm i wonder what colour you are."

"I can sharding well do what I sharding well want to," Zahavah replies briskly to Pralius, her gaze raking up and down — a minute inspection of him — before she gives another sort of sniff. "There's never any harm in just irritating someone." thus speaks a woman who's made it her life's work to do just that sort of thing, among others. "There are limits, you know, but irritating someone never crosses those lines." She plunks the platter of meat onto the table, folding her arms across her chest as she stares at the Healer apprentice. "She" the woman's voice is quite frankly incredulous, "would have a say in what gets cut for my meat intake." The woman makes a soft of pffting sound, arching a brow at the young man. "Oh do try that again, would you. I don't live here. I get my meat for my wher elsewhere. I'd hardly think a gal like her has influence over all of Pern." She drops her arms, moving to retrieve her platter of meat again.

Moydeo's heat breaks hearing the wailing coming from the blue. "Oh…somebody feed that poor guy! He must be starving." She implores of the other people in the caverns, as she scoops up her finally sated green. She nods to A'ran. "You're probably right, now I just need to think of a name for her." She says, eyeing the pale green dfor a moment.

Jessamin perks up as the little red egg wobbles about, her fingers curling a little more tightly around the gobbets of meat she holds. "I've seen a screaming orange egg before, but never red. That's a real beauty. Very unusual… hmmm, wonder if I could make a dye that shade of red?"

Pralius doesn't even glance up, a few gobbets of meat dropping from his fingers to the floor. Zahavah's acerbic statements ignored for now, hopefully forever before he says or does something he'll truly regret.

Eternal Impaler Brown Hatchling moves fluidly, surveying his potential slaves. Yes, yes. Bring me dripping, beautifully bloody food… you, or perhaps you… or maybe even you, though you are beneath his notice otherwise.

Ma'kai arrives in the living caverns with a stack of papers slung under one arm and planning on doing some work while he eats, because weyrleaders have to eat too, and it's so much easier to get it here than make it himself in his weyr. But then, there's a comotion going on over there and the revelation of a firelizard hatching has him smiling. "That's a whole bunch of eggs there." Seeing a particularly hungry looking little blue, he frowns a bit, walking over and snagging one of Sabrina's meat rolls with a wink he offers the food to the little guy. "Come over here you, lets get some food into your belly." He says as he works to get the meat part out and waving at the spectecaled little fellow.

M'nol's eyes dance as the little red egg wobbles

Elyciana inhales deeply and slowly before letting out her breath, the fingers of her one fre hand clenching against the armrest of her chair. It would seem she's silently counting to some number in her head before she responds to Odisyn, "You think I'm going to sharding eat the poor thing? And goats are farm animals too. Why would I eat my own goats?" Her fingers go from clenching to drumming absently against the wood of the chair. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. The frown on her face depens and she adds in an off-side to the computer crafter boy, "Why don't you go eat your laptop or something, then?" A poor analogy, but she seems a bit distracted. The little ball of fluff that is the gosling is making odd honkign noises at her feet - soft and muted. Ely hesitates fro a moment, then reaches down to scoop the bird up into her hand and settles it onto the table in front of her next to the little pile of bread pieces she has set up. "I never studied birds," she admits to Ashri with a concerned frown, "What if it wants to stay with me?" The wailing from the blue reminds her of the true occasion and she quickly grabs up her bits of meat once more, attention immediately going back to the eggs Oh, good. There are eggs left. She leans forward, elbows on her knees and arm outstretched. The meat is poised and ready for any new arrivals.

"Adorable," A'ran agrees, looking at the tiny gosling. "How did a gosling get into a clutch of Istan firelizard eggs, though?" He shakes his head with bemusement, taking another spoonful of stew. "Still, better that the goose be here than in those hot environs." He raises an eyebrow at Odisyn. "Now then, no need to be on about all that. Geese can be good guards as well as dinner." Really, this boy needs some manners. A'ran sniffs slightly, vaguely offended on Elyciana's behalf. "Oh, I'm afraid I don't have a name for you my dear."

One, Two, Three Little Flitties! Blue Hatchling would never look a gift horse in the mouth. Except to count its teeth! When he's offered food, by Faranth the wailing stops, and the poor sad little baby ravenously starts to eat it. His hero has arrived!

One, Two, Three Little Flitties! Blue Hatchling looks into Ma'kai's eyes. Impression!

You Little Devil Egg turns a little in the black sands. The dark horns become less prominent, but cracks appear throughout the shell.

Sabrina half grins and half glares at the weryleader when he comes over and steals her food for the little hatchling. She grins though when the little thing somes straight to him. "Well that's one way to do it. Swoop in and be the hero?" She says as she scoops up her flitter and her plate before the bronze can decide to steal more of her food.

With the crisis averted by Ma'kai, Maryam's bronze and blue mates settle down and begin to hum once again.

Carmella settles down as well, returning to the humming. She was also very anxious for that blue to find someone, since she's a little sensitive to hatchings. After all, she just hatched herself three months ago! And she does love babies.

Eternal Impaler Brown Hatchling strides towards a figure with meat dropping on the floor. Do pick that up, yes? He hardly wants to eat something dirty….

Eternal Impaler Brown Hatchling looks into Pralius's eyes. Impression!

Red and Delicious Egg wriggles, wriggles, cracks, and finally….

The Red and Delicious Egg seems reluctant to release its inhabitant, but at last the walls fail and out he comes, creeling loudly for his supper.

Truest Blood Brown Hatchling

If a brown could try to copy a bronze in his coloration, then this firelizard has made the attempt. Khaki has splashed onto his body, though it appears as if a darkish chocolate followed suit to try and fix the situation. The slightly pintoed look isn't at all unattractive on him, and almost seems as if the fellow might be wearing some form of jacket over a shirt. From his hindquarters down, he darkens to taupe, while his upper half continues the look of chocolate. This is shared by his tail, just a bit, before a strange coppery color comes into play for the rest of that particular limb, as well as his belly and inner legs. A shock of deep umber, moving into almost copper at his face and muzzle, starts at his headknobs and unfurls around his head. There are what seem to be streaks of normal brown and wheat in it, however, like highlights in hair.

Jessamin looks up, a little cross-eyed, at the living hat atop her head, then back down at hatchlings and eggs. Just in time, in fact, to see Pralius Impress the regal looking brown. She grins, cheering for him. "Congratulations!"

Pralius blinks down at the little brown who is practically stealing food from his hand. Harkonnen hisses at him, but to no avail as Pralius begins to feed him, his face brightening some, "hey, you…" He carefully picks up the dangerous lookign brown, "Now what shall we cal you?"

Odisyn snorts at A'ran. "Its alright dude, I'm teasing her. I just like heckling people, including Elyciana. She's clumsy, but she keeps claiming its the other person's fault when she accidentally does something. I like teasing her about that." He shrugs. "Well well well, even the Weyrleader has a new firelizard." He waves a brief greeting to the Weyrleader. "Hullo there sir!"

You Little Devil Egg seems to have some tormented soul within it the way it keeps twisting around, writhing as if the sands were hot as sin. Cracks appear once, twice, getting deeper and more obvious.

The Tooth-Fairy's Worst Nightmare Egg almost seems to dance with a shift here or there, but only for a moment. All will become clear in time, trapped within this tiny frame as it is.

Jessamin smiles, inclining her head to Ma'kai by way of greeting. "Western's duties!" Her not so little bronze hat seems to think it a grand game, leaving off humming to cackle merrily, bobbing his head up and down and spreading his wings open wide. "And congratulations on your new little friend!"

Moydeo grins as Ma'kai saves the poor blue from death by starvation. "Good job Weyrleader!" She applauds him, and cheers for the others that've impressed firelizards so far. She oohs. "Congrats Pralius!" She cheers toward the healer, and eyes the stew that Ashri has. "Oh, that looks good, I think I might get a bowl of that myself." She says, and gets up up, grabbing a bowl to get some of that chowder, herself that Ashri had, before sitting down again to eat.

V'ine nods his head to Ma'kai "Western's duties to fort and her queens."

"Ooh, congratulations, Pralius. I guess you and Wyn have an even pair now." Ashri beams at him, holding her knees to her chest with her bowl of chowder balanced atop them. She's positioned to where she can watch the firelizards, but hopefully not attract any too overtly. She watches the newest brown curiously. "Well, he's a dandy fellow." She slurps up a piece of shellfish, licking her spoon clean of the creamy base before dipping it back in to stir. "I'll be glad when all the excitement dies down again. Fort was so nice and quiet before the games." Not that the games aren't fun, but so many people. "It's delicious, Mo!" she agrees as the other Beastcrafter scurries to get some. "You'll love it!"

Pralius nods to the Weyrleader, then to his various friends, "I, uh, should go make peace between these two before they start killing eachother…" Then he disappears down the stairs, still popping meat into brown Vlad's mouth as he moves back to the barracks, calling back, "Thanks for bringing them here!"

Zahavah isn't one to give out her share of congratulations — not when she's not particularly well integrated within this crowd, muchless this area. And especially not since her prickly personality has done its level best to make her well disliked amongst those Fortian and assorted others. Cradling her platter of meat, Zahavah moves away from Pralius, clearly and quite pointedly ignoring the younger man as she moves back towards the cauldron and the remainder of the eggs.

Ma'kai chuckles and grins at Sabrina. "You know how it is. Gotta seem like I'm amazing to someone sometimes." He says, inviting the little guy up onto his hand. "Alright, lets go get some real food, that little bit was just to tide you over." He nods lightly to the group of people watching and participating in hatching as he goes to leave them. "Hello Odi. And thank you, really." He sneaks off to get some food now as the little guy is crying again, between seeming to count the fingers on Ma'kai's hand.

Truest Blood Brown Hatchling spills forth from the bloody-hued egg, but seems good about landing on his feet and regaining them quickly. He takes some time to investigate his surroundings with a wary pair of whirling eyes. Iiiiinteresting….

Elyciana shifts to one side in her chair, tilting her bowl of meat scraps to the crook of one arm in order to free up one hand to keep an eye on the gosling. That doesn't seem to keep her from glaring across the table at Odisyn, no matter what cute little bird is nearby to soak up ill-will. "I told you. I'm not clumsy," she repeats through gritted teeth. It would appear she might want to say more, judging by the fact her mouth opens once, but she eventually closes it and chooses to ignore it. No use rising to the bait further, yet her shoulders still stiffen from the needling. Now that her attention is back to the hatching, she seems to notice the absence of one particular wailign blue. Blinking once, she soon manages to locate him with Ma'kai and offeres the Weyrleader a bit of a smirk, "Nice to see someone rescued him. I think he was too cute to go wild." Ely calling something cute? It's a bit of a long shot, but it's happened and she makes no attempt to take that back. Easing a big piece of wherry from the bowl in her lap, she inches it forward a bit, her eyes mostly on the remaining two unhatched eggs. The other brown gets a bit of a thoughtful glance, though she seems not content enough to offer him meat right away. Not now, anyways. She looks thoughtfully back at her gosling charge and ponders him carefully, "How about I call you Waldo, yes? You need a name if only to prevent that horrible computer boy from trying to eat you." The gosling offers a *cheep* of assent, looking quite cute with all his fluff.

You Little Devil Egg cannot stand the torment any longer! Escape and fight!

You Little Devil Egg shimmies, shakes, and splits wide as the hatchling within forces its way into the world.

Immortal Hero Bronze Hatchling

Tall, lean, and lanky, this bronze is long and lithe. He looks more agile than most, with a slightly longer neck and tail, longer limbs, and a thin build. His wings are long yet broad, his snout slightly concave, and his headknobs just a bit pointed. Seal brown coats his underside and inner legs, even on the tail. It becomes nearly ebony as it races back up his back legs, however, before dramatically lightening into burnt umber, rust, and finally bronze. This final color is the majority of him, going up his throat to the lower half of his face and across his forehead. The sheen of his upper half is almost crimson, given how bronze he is, though the striking coloration doesn't end there. His left forearm is a coppery hue that has traces of gold highlighting it, while the other darkens from a greenish-bronze to black at the paw itself. His headknobs are a dark bronze at their ends, going deeper still to what is almost black again with the seal-brown. Long tendrils of this hue cover the top of his head and spiral down his neck, and his neckridges are startlingly, rusty mahogany. That reddish hue includes his wings, though the sails lighten out to a burnt sienna as they stretch.

V'ine looks at the bronze with wide eyes. "Woah look at that bronze jessamin." He offers a piece of meat to the bronze. "Here's some food little guy."

M'nol urges the little brown on to hatching, then he smiles some, "Now that's a handsome fellow."

Jessamin perks up as the bronze hatchling spills forth from the egg, picking up a snippet of meat from the pile in her hands. She doesn't hold it out in offering, but holds back, seeing V'ine going for the little guy. She sighs a bit, and smiles. "He's really quite a handsome one."

Odisyn asks the Weyrleader. "So how did the Weyrgames go? I was working through them, I didn't get to see what happened. He adds. "My lizards seem to be having fun." Vulcan is still staring at Elyciana's gosling, looking very much like he wants to eat it. While Apollo is chittering eagerly at the new bronze and Aries is trying to get a peek at Moydeo's green.

V'ine hear's something about the weyrgames. He looks over his shoulder to talk. "Well the Ista team won today. I was the captain even though I'm not from ista."

Immortal Hero Bronze Hatchling fights his way out of his confines and struggles a bit. He does, however, straighten onto his legs with a slowly lifted head. The walls couldn't contain him. The space couldn't squeeze him. He remains victorious, and actually makes a defiant little sound… that isn't quite the roar of the larger bronze flits, let alone the bronze dragons he's related to. All the same, he makes it work for him.

Moydeo grins. "Aha! I got a name for her, Phantasma." She grins, and looks to A'ran, and Ashri a moment. "I think I like that name." She grins, and eats more of the chowder now that that's done. "Oooh, this is good." She says in agreement with Ashri's earlier statement. "Is this a new recipee that cooks are trying? Don't think I'vve seen this one before."

Truest Blood Brown Hatchling moves this way and that in his explorations before finally going onto the cauldron lip. Thus does he get a better vantage point with which to see his surroundings - which are way, way bigger than he first imagined.

"Hum," the woman wiggles her way through the crowd, even perhaps pushing past one or two people to return to her formerly forsaken place; her expression something of avid interest now. "Well, he's shiny," the little Minecrafter comments, sizing up the bronze hatchling as she dips her hand over the platter of meat, taking up a handful, but not moving yet to make a move to offer it towards him. "Shiny would look so good, fetching rather, on my arm." One hand is crooked out, the woman squinting as if trying her level best to imagine the firelizard on her arm. "I'd look ever so fetching." Is that what it is, a fashion accessory?

M'nol glances at his fellow minecrafter and shakes his head, "How ever did you manage to bond a wher?"

V'ine grins at the bronze. "oh you are a big guy arn't you?"

Perhaps in response to the little bronze, the gosling on the table goes *cheep* not long after. Elyciana pauses for a moment, straightening up to peer closely at the bird, a soft sigh escaping through her lips, "They're really going to love you in the dorms." It's one of those kinds of annoyances that has a bit of fondness hidden beneath it. There's a tiny bit of hesitation, but she gives the gosling a scritch with the tip of one finger before shifting in her chair once more to angle herself more towards the fire lizards. Rather than immediately dive into the fray, so to speak, she takes a moment to sift through the remaining meat scraps in her bowl. No that one. No, not that one. This one? No. Eventually she comes out wth a long juicy one that she plucks out with her thumb and forefinger. Leaning forward, she rests one elbow on her knee and keeps the meat extended. Twich. Twitch. But which to offer it to? To wait for the last egg or go for one of the two already hatched. Indecision once more and she frowns a little, looking thoughtful.

Sabrina waves a bit as Ma'kai goes off to find food, and moves herself and her new lady a bit away from the group along with their plate of meat rolls. Funny how suddenly and quickly things go from mine to ours after impressing a flitter. "I think I'll give you the name my mother was going to give my little sister. Roxanne. I think it works." She sits at a nearby table so she can continue to watch the hatching.

Truest Blood Brown Hatchling shakes his head and peers around as he dries. He chirps a little, but when that doesn't get a response, he figures something else might have to happen. Something drastic, perhaps. Does one clawed toe tap against the lip of the cauldron? One may never know…

A'ran is content to quietly observe his surroundings and the little flits from afar. He's happy for Moydeo, though. "That's a lovely name for a lovely lady," he agrees, reaching out to attempt to stroke the green's eyeridge, if she'll let him. "I had two greens until recently. Airaloke is my sanguine firelizard, however." As if appearing on cue, the green pops in from between, thrumming loudly. "That would be her," the Healer points for Moydeo's benefit. He glances at the brown. "Quite a handsome fellow, there. I wonder what he's on about?"

Immortal Hero Bronze Hatchling is definitely not for the faint of heart, for he can become a regular little monster when he's angry! Shiny though he is, he glares silently at his spectators offering him food. He's hungry, and yet, he doesn't want just anything. Oh no. Nor does he want just anybody. He DOES have some class. He shakes his head with a sudden shine of red, and begins to move in contemplation. Mind over stomach, for the moment.

The Tooth-Fairy's Worst Nightmare Egg crackles just a little, the teeth almost seeming to come alive where they sit upon the shell, moving. Chewing?

M'nol finally gives in, grabbing a handful of meat and holding it out to the bronze, brown, and unhatched egg.

V'ine grins at the bronze. "you are a fickle one arn't you." He gives a quiet chuckle.

Jessamin watches the little brown and the bronze, chuckling. "Handsome, both of you. What do you think, Bahrain?" The living hat thrums and croons at the hatchlings, singing his own little tune. Zahavah gets another rather nasty glare, and she grumbles. "Shards, woman, do you think flits are just like jewelry? They're little friends on the wing. I'm just a living perch for Bahrain here, that's all." Snorting, she turns her attention right back to the eggs and the hatchlings. "Oh… about time that last one started moving. I was starting to wonder!"

Zahavah smirks in M'nol's direction, the little woman shifting the platter of meat so she can be prepared to toss the slivers in her other hand. "Wouldn't you like to know," her voice is a throaty purr. "It's because I'm special, you know." There's a little quirk of her lips, and a knowing little chuckle as the woman glances towards the brown, and the at the bronze. Well, the truth being, which Zahavah wasn't likely to mention was that she had little choice in the matter otherwise. "There's nothing wrong with me as Zask's handler. He's perfectly fine." Her fingers twitch faintly as she gets ready to wiggle the meat. "If you'd like, I could show you why I'm special. Privately perhaps, Apprentice?" Oh come now! The lad's Turns her junior.

Truest Blood Brown Hatchling knows what he must do. Thus, he spreads his wings - and more or less half-glides to the floor with a thump. Very not graceful. Whoops. That said, he shakes it off and starts moving around between legs, animate or otherwise, on a definite MISSION.

M'nol sort of glowers at her, "Sr. apprentices. But my brothers' whers are the best trained on Pern."

Ma'kai returns with a plate of food and the little blue on his shoulder with a plate of food. Mostly eat so that he can feed both himself and the newborn. He gives his new friend a bit of food before crouching back down near the hatching. Is he going for another one? Well that bit of food dangling from his hand says he is. "The games are going well. You should get some time to go watch them tomorrow." He says to Odi before he's shocked to see the little brown gliding to the floor. That little guy is definitely going to find food, even if it kills him.

Immortal Hero Bronze Hatchling isn't all that finicky. He just wants to make up his mind first. Thus, he chooses: and once chosen, there is no escape from his terrible focus!

Jayashri beams at Moydeo. "That's a perfect name for her." Her clam chowder is done, so she sets it aside on the table, still hugging her knees to her. "Almost seems like this clutch is trying to build up to some sort of grand finale, doesn't it?" she observes to no one in particular. "Greens and blues and browns, and now bronzes. Wonder what's in that last egg?" Musing aloud, again. She taps her chin, thoughtful. "Wait and see." She nods, decided on her logical course of action. Now, she wants some of that sweet course! She uncurls from her chair, making her way to the table again in search of pie.

Immortal Hero Bronze Hatchling looks into V'ine's eyes. Impression!

V'ine looks at the bronze. "Hey look food." He starts to wave the piece of meat from side to side. He grins as the bronze takes a bite of it. "There we go."

Elyciana taps the tip of one foot in time to the fre lizard's humming in an almot absent minded sort of way. As tohug to help along the song, Waldot he gosling adds his own little cheeping harmony - albeit a bit off tempo. Ely spares him a glance, a smalls ih and a roll of her eyes before managing to awkwardly reach over him to secure more bits of bread for the bird to feast upon. Thankfully she has the sense not to allow him to go after the bountiful amoun of meat that's being slung around this room. "We lost the search and rescue, though," she deadpans to Ma'kai, a hint of annoyance still tinging her voice at that injustice. Huff. Another sigh leaves her lips and she twirls the meat between her thumb and forefinger experimentally, yet still doesn't aim it at one fire lizard or another. It's the unknown that still seems to keep her sitting still in her chair, indecision clouding her attentions. Thankfully one choice leaves her with the impression of the bronze and she's left wiggling that bit of meat in midair towards an unhatched egg now.

Truest Blood Brown Hatchling should have the Mission, Impossible theme going as he snakes along the floor around shoes, occasionally stopping to gobble down a lost crumb. It fuels him along his way to finding that… well, that interesting thing he's sensing. How strange. Although he does suddenly halt when he abruptly finds it. Oh! And up he climbs, using someone's trousers as a tree or perch to get higher. That's where the good stuff is, after all.

Odisyn nods. "As long as my journeymen mentors don't decide to toss me another of their little 'tests.' I found out some of the things that went wrong with my work on the computer lab were done on purpose. They were trying to test my 'quality control' skills. Probably trying to test the limits of my blood pressure too." he snickers. Vulcan sails over, landing on Odisyn's head and chittering a cordial greeting to Ma'kai.

Truest Blood Brown Hatchling looks into A'ran's eyes. Impression!

V'ine grins at the bronze. "I'm going to call you Vince." He gives the bronze a nice piece of meat and watches as the bronze eat it then slowly starts to fall asleep after a few more.

"Oh, well, senior apprentice then," Zahavah is quick to wave that off, smiling a bit — but it's not a particularly delightful smile — at the brownrider. "You just haven't met Zask, now have you." There's a faint sniff from the woman, her gaze narrowing slightly before she notices the bronze has already found sustenance. Alas! Thwarted! Her gaze steals towards the remaining egg before she addresses M'nol once more. "There are so many variables of course," she remarks, "to 'best trained'" Why, one can almost hear the quotations around those words.

Xhaine waves a hand. "Whoo! Team Sexy won!" he announces to Ma'kai. "I'm so glad that I explored the Fort area back when I was an apprentice in the Harper Hall." Xhaine makes a ^___^ face! Hee. He glances over at his brother and sniffs. "Khaine, on the other hand, had more important things to do." Xhaine is definitely the spazzier and athletic of the twins.

Ayana isn't supposed to be here. It's past the newly Candidate-fied runner's bedtime as she lurks in the shadows in the back of the cavern, petting a small blue firelizard, who is giving a soft, not totally unheard in the room croon.

The Tooth-Fairy's Worst Nightmare Egg can sense it. The time is now. It is right. She is the last!

Bulging and cracking a last time, the jaws of the Nightmare Egg finally pull apart to disgorge the creature no longer content to reside within.

Deceptively Childish Gold Hatchling

A ceramic doll. That's the first impression this beautiful, perfectly built queen gives off. Though not a true white, rather a cream, her configuration is every inch a lady - if perhaps in miniature. Her true colors can be seen in the patterning of buff that falls over her forehead and headknobs before spilling down her neck, back, and tail like a waterfall of blonde hair. This buff hue rises into her wings at first, then darkens into a true gold along the spars, leaving her sails a perfect beige shade. Dancing across the buff blonde are darker swirls and eddies of saffron, old gold, and mustard. Her muzzle moves into a sandy off-white before ending in apricot hues. These pinkish-gold colors brush her eyeridges, spars, feet, cheeks, and underbelly in subtle vinelike, almost Victorian patterns. This pale color darkens into nearly rose gold at her underside, down around her legs, and beneath her tail as if it were part of a lovely doll's dress.

Jessamin grins over at Xhaine. "The eggs might have hatched, but I'm glad the spirit of the Infernos lives on!" The last hatchling catches her eye, and she leans forward, a meat offering in hand. "Ohhhh… pretty lady, yes you are!"

Moydeo waves to Ma'kai as he returns. "Got a name for the poor little guy yet?" She asks the weyrleader, as she looks at the little blue, and then back to the chaos of the hatching, and the impressing. Her new little green is comfortably curled up in her lap asleep, and sated. She munches on her stew chowder, man this stuff was good. She blinks, and grins at the brown climbing up A'ran's leg. "Careful A'ran, think you got a new little friend too." She giggles.

M'nol half-smiles, it's sort of predatory, "Why, Zahava, you haven't met Hysk or Myrsk. Hyrlon designed the obstacle course they use at Xanadu to test the new whers." Then he's distracted by the shiny, crouching and offering meat, the picture of happy welcome, "Here, little one." Bronze bloodstone settles on his shoulder, watching carefully and crooning to the third gold he'd tried to draw to his side.

Sabrina blinks when a gold flitter hatches from the last egg. "Well would you look at that." The little green eatting with her, hisses slightly and causes Sabrina to look back down. "Well, you're definitely the more sexy of the two of you." She says with a small chuckle.

V'ine grins at Xhaine. "Well with me as captain of team sexy there was no way we could lose." He laughs as he sees a gold. "She sure is a nice looking lizard but I have a policy of one flit per clutch."

A'ran suddenly finds a brown lizard crawling up in his lap, his spoon halfway to his mouth. "Oh, well, hello," he greets with surprise as he looks down into the brown's eyes. "Guess you want me to feed you then?" The greenrider is taking this all in stride, rather fond of this new little brown. He reaches over to where Moydeo's bowl of meat is — "Hope you don't mind" — and it promptly feeding his new found friend with dignity and consideration. "You're just a proper gentlemen, aren't you?" he coos softly.

Iroeny trills from Ayanas' shoulder. She hushes the small blue quietly.

After being held aloft so long, Elyciana's arm is beginning to tire. Slowly and ever so slowly it begins to droopp. And droop. And droop. In vain, she snakes her other arm around to prop the one holding the meat up at he elbow. Just in time, too, as she nearly drops her offering in surprise at the sudden arrival of a gold, of allt hings. "Ah," she manages weakly, sounding more like her new gosling charge than anything else. For a span of a few seconds all she's able to do is just sit there with the long strip of wherry meat in hand as its juices drip onto the floor like some srt of odd bit of entrails. Drip drip drip. It takes a blink of her eyes to clear her vision and she leans forward, scooting to the very edge of her seat. Twitch twitch twitch. She lets the meat swing like a metronome. Back and forth in a hypnotizing sort of way. "She'd certainly go well with the gosling, I'd say," she manages in a more normal non-goose like voice, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

Ma'kai grins when that very adventurous seeming brown finds himself what he was looking for. When that last egg hatches out a gold lady, Ma'kai can only smirk at his pal on his shoulder. "Your sister's pretty." He says, a broad smile growing over his face. Maybe that sounds a little odd, but it's the first thought that popped into his head. He continues to dangle that meat for the waiting queen now. Maybe she'll want it, maybe she won't, but it's there if she does.

Jessamin shifts so her knees are beneath her, wriggling a little piece of meat between her fingers as if it were a fish. Bahrain, still atop her head, is crooning and warbling a welcoming song to the little child-like queen. "Pretty little queen, you look like Rukbat rising. Yes, just as pretty as anything I've ever seen! Come now, love and peace and lots of food this way. Baths, and oiling… oh yes, you'll be treated like the queen you are!" And, if the fat, sassy, and shiny condition of her flits is any indication, she spoils her little babies rotten!

Zahavah glances away from her scrutiny of the Minecraft senior apprentice, the woman's brows rising thoughtfully as she catches sight of the glint of shiny gold. If the bronze drew her attention, well … this one definitely does so. "Ah!" there's something of greed and avarice in her tone. "Now that" she replies, leaning forward to chuck out a handful of meat towards the firelizard, "would like ever so lovely on my arm. a truly living bracelet. Come here you glimmery little thing. Come here and let me feed ya." the woman nudges out more meat, bending forward, her gaze fastened on the creature. "She'd really look wonderful as an ornament." And then a new fancy strikes her. "And lo, she would lay eggs eh. Sell those for fifty marks a-piece and my fortune's made." Ah, get-rich-quick schemes. Tsk. Selfish indeed.

Odisyn gawks at the gold. "ooh lala." He exclaims. "Oh no." As Odisyn watches, his little sister finally goes for broke, snatches her brother's abandoned meatscraps and kneels down next to the cauldron wiggling meat and talking baby 'cutsie' talk to the queen firelizard. "Oh SHARDS. If she impresses a queen firelizard my dad will kill me." Apollo leaps, landing on Cosnyra's head with a warning chitter. Then Aries squeals in delight, lizard piiiileeee! and lands on the little girl's shoulder.

M'nol glances across the cauldron at Jesa, this time he was competing with a true friend and not just Xhaine. Still, he was determined, "Here little queen. My boys will take wonderful care of you and treat you like the most amazing thing."

Deceptively Childish Gold Hatchling lifts her head from where she reclines in repose, blinking and looking around at her own leisure. Hm. Isn't this lovely? Toes on her paws flex experimentally, and then she slowly, leisurely, rises from her puddle. She balances carefully on her legs, looking at them with mild intelligent surprise. That's what those were for, then? Stretching out her wings, she finds them equally fascinating. Turning at last towards the people around her, she regards them aloofly before stepping out of the muck and onto the black sands. Meat is tossed towards her, and she ponders only a moment before darting over to gobble it down. She darts back coyly, though, and eyes the commotion nearby caused by Odisyn's sister and the flits there. She sidles like a coquette towards Ma'kai's food. Which she darts in and takes before retiring again. The flirt.

Jayashri returns with her piping hot bubbly pie, eager to eat it when a gold of all things pops out. "Shells!" she breathes, startled at the tiny beauty. Ravi, her eldest bronze, peeks out from her nest of curls, having hid himself under them, draped over her shoulders like some bronze necklace. He croons to the tiny doll of a gold, slightly bigger than she is now due to his age. He'll try to woo her, though perhaps not as charming as some bronzes, he is certainly sincere. Ashri continues to gawp at the gold, her pie held forgotten between her fingers. And the the hot dish begins to burn and she's forced to perform a reality check. Hot! The pie is promptly dropped onto the table, the crust cracking at the abuse. "Oops." She looks torn however, her gaze flicking from gold, to meat, to pie. Decisions, decisions.

Iroeny chirps at Ayana curiously, so, sighing, she puts him on the floor. Darting underneath tables and chairs, the clumsy blue eventually loops around the long way to behind the small Golds' egg. Chirping again, he makes a byline past her, sliding underneath Ma'kai as he trips. Making his way back to his feet, he moves to sit below someone else akwardly, crooning to her.

Elyciana teeters on the very edge of her chair, the tips of her toes touching the ground as she leans ever farther. From any passing view, it would almost look as though a single gust of wind from the door outside might be enough to make her topple forward onto her face. It doesn't help that she looks even more awkward due to the fact she's having to keep her one arm propped up rather oddly with the other one, making her look more like a human fishing pole than anything else. It's Zahavah's words that make her arm slip slightly and she nearly drops her prize. A drop of juice from the tip of the meat goes to the lfoor with a PLOP. Tasty. Thankfully she manages to catch herself before her whole arm setup goes crashing to the ground and she aims a glare at the woman, "You're going to sell the eggs?" Marks may be something she can understand as a Bitran, though even that idea seems appalling to her. She shakes her head a bit, trying to remove the dazed appearance in her eyes and forcibly pulls her attention back to the gold. There'll be time for snarking at people later, thankfully. Clenching the bit of meat easily between her thumb and forefinger, she twitches it back and forth as though it were a feline's toy. Teasing. "Well. You know you want to come play with me and the goose, don't you? And the goats, too." Each twitch sends little dribbles of meat juice to the floor in a teasing dance. Even Waldo, the gosling, offers little cheeps and miniature honks of encouragement - or he just might be wanting more bread. Who can tell?

Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle goes the meat between Jessamin's fingers. The song and dance of welcome continues, the Weaver lass holding out her savory offerings to the little ruler of the sands. "You'd be well tended and loved so. And I'd never even dream of selling your eggs. I'd mother them just as much as you would!" She lays down the bit of meat near the charming little gold, blazing a trail of food back to where she sits. "Yes, this way. Such a lovely little charmer you are, little empress!"

M'nol deposits a few pieces of meat in a short line leading towards him, "Follow the path to a great life, little one. A life where your eggs will always be loved and well tended to, as will you, with a veritable army of others to dote on you."

K'win heard all the commotion from the other side of the Bowl and has decided to come down to see what all the commotion is. It is not often he has any involvement with the Weyr outside of his Weyrmate. But the coming and going of dragons has got Gensoth wondering just what is going on.

Ma'kai chuckles again when his food is snatched away and shakes his head. "Ah, no if that isn't just the way. A woman to the core she is." He comments as he pulls a bit more meat from his plate for the lovely lady. "Maybe some more then?" He asks, dangling it at her, not so much shaking it, as just holding it for her. "Haven't quite come up with a solid name for him." He says, glancing at Moydeo with a smirk on his lips. "But I'm thinking of calling him Count." His full attention moves back to the glod lady, because she deserves that much, doesn't she?

Zahavah's lips twist into a determined frown, the woman's gaze fastened sternly on the goldn form of that coy little gold hatchling. "Oh come now," she snorts, "playing hard to get." a step forward is taken, the woman inching closer to the cauldron, but not close enough to get herself scratched up by an angry mother firelizard should that one adult gold do so. "Why not?" Elyciana merely gets a snide sort of glare from the Minecrafter. "Marks are marks, and eggs are eggs. Take 'em somewhere there's few firelizard eggs, and sell 'em to those desperate enough to want 'em." the woman sniffs. "Might do for a little girl like you to live your life in a Weyr, everyone taking care of your needs, but people've gotta eat, and I'm one of 'em." There's another flicker of meat from the woman's fingers. "Reckon you'd do the same. Besides, she'd make my name you know. Me, havin' a gold 'lizard on my arm." There's a thoughtful frown then, and the Journeyman Minecrafter looks away, her attention on the hatchling once more. But she's not trying to entice it with words, merely wiggling meat to try and catch its attention.

M'nol glances up at Zahavah, "Is that all you want her for? To show off?" He rolls his eyes, turning back to the gold, "You're more special than that, aren't you little one?"

Jessamin uses another piece of meat to entice the little gold, wriggling it between her fingers, and then tracing the trail of meat towards her lap with it. "You're a special one. Come now, there's food this way. Food, and lots of love." She smiles warmly at the little gold, adding a little warbling whistle of her own, melodic in its own way.

Elyciana leans even further forward at a crazy angle, most of her weight resting on her tip toes and very little actually being supported by the chair. It's not surprising that even the back legs of the chair are starting to lift from the ground with each inch she gains. Forward. Forward. Thankfully she stops just short of toppling onto her face, but there's a dangerous amoun of tippage going on. Keeping the juicy strip of meat clutched securely between her fingers, she makes a tantalizing circle with her wrist. Round and round the meat goes. Where will it stop? Only Ely will know. Halfway through a rotation, though, she freezes and aims a glare over at Zahavah through an opening between her arm and the table - a small window to glare through but she manages it, "I'm from Bitra. I didn't grow up in a Weyr. And even I have honor when it comes to gaining marks. Who'd hawk off their fire lizard's eggs?" Snort. But once again she forcibly pulls her attention away from the confrontation. Must keep her attention on the gold or she might lose track of it. Waldo cheeps his encouragement from his tabletop throne. cheep cheep cheep.

K'win steps close enough to see just what is going on without getting involved. He notices riders and folks with knots form other places aross the planet. Well, that's nothing new here.

Risner was here the whole time, really! Just hanging out in the background, all unobtrusive and unnoticed. But this is just too good to pass up. "Alright, move aside," he says, all in good cheer with a smile on his face. He's got to get his fingers dirty with this one, and picks up a chunk of meat. Without much care, he wiggles it out as close as he can to the firelizard - too bad there are bodies and elbows and arms and legs between him and it; it's doubtful he can even see what color he's trying to tempt.

Sell the eggs? This appalls Jayashri to the core, and for once, her gawk is turned toward the Minecrafter. "For once, I think I agree with you, Ely!" Well, the world might be coming to an end. She looks back at the pale porcelain gold. "She deserves much better treatment than you'd give her." This, of course, is directed toward the abhorrent wherhandler. She snorts, turning back to the gold and deciding to try and tempt the pretty lady, if for no other reason than to keep the gold away from that heinous woman. The meat dangles from her fingers, dripping blood enticingly. "Come have a few bites, pretty thing. My bronzes will be happy to treat you as the delicate lady you are."

Iroeny chirps again at the small gold, sitting there. He doesn't have his human with him, so he strikes a pose, showing off the lumpy, extraordinarily long tail as she he croons at her. Come play with Iroeny. He'll show you how to have fun without ruining the porceline presence that she has.

M'nol continues to chirp and call to the little gold, "Here, little one, let me feed you and treat you better than anyone."

Deceptively Childish Gold Hatchling has so many people fawning all over her. It's almost enough to fair make a young lady faint! But she's stronger than that, of course. And she knows her own mind. Or, perhaps, she was waiting for the right opportunity to strike? Either way, she moves insanely fast towards her choice, daring the other flits and hissing softly as she clings to her meaty prize. You! This is MINE! You can't HAVE IT! She even glares up at the one holding it with that same look - big as you are, it goes for you TOO!

Deceptively Childish Gold Hatchling looks into Jessamin's eyes. Impression!

Odisyn snorts as his sister groans. The gold is after Jessamin instead of her. "Well, thats for the best." He sighs, "Count is a good name sir. Filled with authority." He agrees.

M'nol sighs softly as yet another gold passes him by, then looks up at his friend with a soft half-smile, "She suits you, Jessa. Be sure to treat her well. I expect news and an egg." He waggles a finger at her.

Jessamin looks with shock as the little gold pounces on the first piece of meat in the trail, following it clear back to her. "Whoah..!" Next to go is the piece between her fingers—thankfully with a little more finesse, much to the relief of her fingers! Only shock, then awe registers on her face as the little queen crawls up into her lap, creeling imperiously for meat. "Yes… yes, I'll get you some food, right away!" Well, when the gold says snap to, there's no sense arguing or putting up a fight!

Something must have happened. Risner might not be able to see, but he can hear well enough. "Ah well," he says. Stuck with a clump of bloody meat, he extricates himself from the mess of bodies and wiggles away for a bit of fresh air. "Yuck," he decides, eyeing his cluck of meat. It's carefully set on the edge of a table - and then promptly ignored.

M'nol smiles, "I'd give you a hug, Jessa, but I think she'd bite my fingers off." he chuckles, casts an oddly dark look at the wherhandler, then nods to the harper twins, "I should bet back to Xanadu." then he's gone out the door.

Iroeny chirps sadly, and slinks back to Ayana. She scoops him up, laughing at him softly. "It's okay love. You'll get a pretty lady eventually."

Well, at least the gold didn't go to the crone. Ashri beams at Jessamin. "She's a beauty. Congratulations." Gold Impressed, it's back to that lovely, bubbly pie. Which has no cooled enough to be eaten. Huzzah! She bites into it — carefully! — and licks her lips. "Mmm. They've outdone themselves," she mumbles around pie crust and berries. "Thank goodness that excitement is done!"

Ma'kai grins as the gold makes to dart for her chosen and gives the meat to Count instead as he stands and moves back towards a table. "Thanks Odi. Though, it's mainly because he looks like he's counting things." He says with a small chuckle. He sets his paperwork and plate before sitting and letting the little blue wander down onto the table and start counting the meat rolls on the plate before twittering happily and tearing into one.

Xhaine sighs and stands up, heading for the table. "Crazy." he tells his brother, leaning on his shoulder with one elbow. "That was a sharding huge clutch. And what was with that goose?!" he eyes Elyciana with said goose.

Jessamin cradles the little gold in the crook of her arm, getting to her feet as if in a trance. Bahrain, sitting atop her head, is bugling like mad to one and all who will hear. But does she hear? Nope! "There, there, little Empress. Food for the belly is right over here!" She hurries to the serving table to gather a plate of wherry, both for herself and her newest charge. How she manages to move from serving table back to her seat with all her sewing, she might never know. But somehow, she is there, and filling a regal little belly with a brilliant smile upon her face.

Vince sits on V'ine's shoulder with his neck wrapped around v'ine's neck.

K'win heads over to the young lady who caught the eye of the Gold and who wears another firelizard for a bonnet. "Hello, there! Looks like you got yourself a real prize. She's pretty."

Khaine steeples his hands in front of him while watching the flits Impress one by one. Not a single one looks his way - and it's a good thing, too. At the end, he reaches out his arm for gold Maryam to crawl up, and she happily drapes herself over him. Bronze Jibrail flutters onto the seat nearby, with blue Jibrail following suit soon after. Khaine simply looks innocent at his brother. "The world may never know," he replies mildly.

A'ran stands, having finished his stew and fed his new friend into slumber. "I should head back to Ierne. It's getting late, and — " He yawns broadly. " — I need to get some sleep." He smiles to Moydeo. "Good luck with your new friend. And, again, good luck on the sands." And with a polite nod here and there to those he recognizes, the Healer slips out of the caverns and into the frozen night.

Moydeo grins, and cheers for Jessamin "Congrats! She is a beauty!" She says, and happens to see Risner sneak off out of the room, and she sighs, considering for a moment if she ought to slip out as well, now that the excitement is over. She finishes her chowder, and gives a yawn. "Well, now that that's over, I think I'm going to go find the barracks for the candidates." She says to A'ran, and Ashri, as she gets up, picking up the pale green as she goes. "It was good seeing you again A'ran, and thank you for the good luck, on borh accounts." She chuckles. "I'll see you around Ashri!" She grins, and slips on her jacket, tucks the young green into it, and slips out into the bowl.

Bahrain looks up at the rider before his human perch does. Jessamin smiles bemusedly at K'win, a scrap of wherry held between her fingers—dangerously close to that creeling gold maw. "Wester's duties to you… and thank you!" Snap! "Ouch… shhh, I haven't forgotten you, Empress! There, there… here's some more wherry, nice and fresh roasted and juicy."

V'ine gives a quiet laugh. "Well I'm going to start my way back to western. I had fun helping team sexy out." He gives a wave before heading out into the bowl.

K'win smiles at Jessamin. "Yeah, I'd say if you got meat you'd better make sure that she gets it right away."

Xhaine collects a now tired Carmella, setting her delicately on his shoulder. "Yes. Shards, it'll be a nightmare when Carmella decides to go up. With my luck she'd try to bite me for touching whatever eggs she ends up laying."

Elyciana teeters a bit on the two legs of her chair for a moment after the gold impresses and then finally loses her balance. WHAM. The chair lands back on all fours forcefully, causing the girl to be jarred. Grimacing, she drops the meat to the foor and clutches at the nearby table to try to keep herself from tipping backwards. "Well," she admits, eyeing Jessamin from across the way, "Atleast it wasn't to that horrid woman who wanted to sellt he eggs." Waldo the goose cheeps impatiently from the tabletop next to her. "I guess I get .. a goose," she finally admits, pushing herself to her feet and reaching out to scoop the tiny gosling up into her hands. The fluffy thing cheeps happily and snuggles in for the ride. "Great," she sighs, "Now I'm stuckw ith him." Not that she seems terribly put out by this fact, but she does give a bleary farewell wave to the rest of those remaining before heading towards her room.

Odisyn is sitting there, watching the gold impress. When his sister walks over from the now empty cauldron of sand and glares at him as if her not getting the gold were his fault, with all three of his firelizards balenced on her shoulders and Vulcan actually eating his sister's bowl of meat bait rather than a firelizard, he can't help but laugh. Not his normal mocking laugh, but a kindhearted, soft laugh. "its your own damn fault for not paying attention to dad. Would his Oculus respond to you when you baby talked? Would Hiri? Hiri would just chew on your fingers!"

Jessamin grins a foolish little grin at K'win, feeding that hungry little maw until she finally falls asleep, curling up in the crook of her arm like… well, like a baby doll. "Whew. She'll be waking up again soon enough, I'd better be back at Western before she does." Scooping up her sewing basket and bag of fabric in her other arm, she gets to her feet, stopping just a moment on her way towards the Bowl to admire the snippet of gold in her arms. "Come on, little Empress, let's go home."

Ayana slips out quietly so not to get caught out of bed. Sneak.

"Ack, you okay, Ely?" Ashri looks over to Ely, startled by the sudden sound. Apparently so, as she is up and moving. "Good night," she calls after the departing Beastcrafter. She stuffs the last of the crust between her teeth, chewing happily before swallowing and washing it down with the last few swallows of cider. "Ahh!" She starts gathering her things, yawning mightily. "Time for that bath," she informs to anyone caring to know before heading down into the lower caverns with her things for said bath.