Jagged Spires Holding - Low Plateau
A small plateau is surrounded by rocky heights, cliffs and jagged spires of   stone rising out of the ground like giant teeth, giving the place it's name.   The western side of the plateau is bordered by a curving cliff face, attached   to it one giant spire of rock which towers into the air. Carved into it, and   further back into the cliff is the cothold's farm house, and pens have been   dug into the cliff face to provide shelter for the ovines. The plateau is   covered by sparse and hard grasses, and the occasional tree while a track   winds slowly up into the hills to the north and another down from the plateau   in the south, heading back towards the Hold.
It is a bright, cheery day.   It is a spring morning.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Yaksha, Reyla, and Water Lily.
You see Windemere, Magical Bauble Egg, Lakeside Sunset Egg, and Midnight   Serenade Egg here.
Avaly, Liona, and Niamh are here.
From here you can go:
Mountain Trail            High Lands                 Stables                    Farm House                Ovine Pens                 Guard Barracks

Resa has arrived.

Resa bounces up the incline, smiling and waving to those she knows.  Spotting   to other two harpers, she heads towards them, "Hiya Avaly, Liona!"

Avaly smiles and says, "Thanks.  So what'cha been up to?" she then turns and   waves to Resa as she bounces up the incline.

Niamh has disconnected.

Brimack has arrived.

Resa pads closer, "So... what's up?"

Avaly shrugs, "Not much.  Just showin off my new pants.  Hopefully I won't   trip when i hop on the stage anymore."
                                                                     Brimack wanders out of the barracks, breathing deeply. Beautiful morning, he   thinks! He stretches his arms up in the air, loosening up, then greets the   Harpers as he comes up to them,"G'marnin', how be you today?"

Some drudges arrive to cart Niamh off to bed.

Avaly smiles and waves, "Hey Macky."

Resa smiles as Brimack joins the group. "Hello to you...  " And since she   doesn't know him, she decides to introduce herself, "I'm Resa.."

Frosty chitters softly as he circles the gather grounds searching for his   humanpet. Spotting Resa, he glides in to lite on her shoulder, crooning   softly to her.

Brimack grins, and nods his head,"'Mack...the Spires' guard Captain.." he   smiles,"Well met Resa."

Resa smiles, "Same here Mack." She glances back towards the gather, then back   to Avaly, "Isn't it good not to have to worry about a contest tonight? " she   teases the other harper.

Avaly nods and says, "Aye, it's also good not to worry about tripping when I   hop onto the stage." she pauses and then says, "I feel like dancing or   singing or something fun."

Resa grins, "The pants look good..." She looks down to her skirts, wishing   she'd worn her pants.

Hollie has arrived.
Hollie arrives.

Marredoc has arrived.
Marredoc arrives.

Resa turns to see the newcomers coming up the hill, then waves as she spots   the herder. "Hiya Marredoc!"

Avaly wrinkles her nose a bit and glances around, one foot tapping out a beat   on the ground.

Marredoc grins and waves to the harper.  "Heyla, Resa ... and the rest of   you," she adds, striding through the crowd at a ground-eating pace.

Resa smiles, "They let you out the stables for once?" she says to Marredoc,   glad to see the girl at the gather.

Falcolho has arrived.
Falcolho arrives.

Marredoc grins broadly.  "Nah.  I took an axe and hacked my way out."

Gully has arrived.
Gully bows his way in from ::between::

Bluesteel has arrived.
Avaly drops Bluesteel.

Falcolho whistles and strolls up the plataeu, following a few others.  He   casually looks around and smiles when he sees Hollie.  "Hoooolllliiiieeee!"    The young man closes the gap between them and stops at her side, smiling.

Macily has arrived.
Macily arrives.

Resa laughs!  The blue flit on her shoulder decides to go and scout for   something to eat and takes off. Resa watches Frosty for a moment, then turns   back to the growing group.

Avaly meeps at Falcolho's shout to Hollie and turns to Resa, "Wanna do some   singing or something?  I think that we need to.  Too bad Hyn's not here."   she's mostly rambling but it has a slight point to it.  She then turns and   pads over to the stage to find where she left her hides of music.

Macily is unceremoniously dumped off by a blue rider who quickly looses   himself in the crowd.  With a grump and snort, she heads off in her own   direction looking for someone.  This is evident by the way she hollers,   "Elllllliiiiiii... Eeellliiiii...Eli!  Where are you?  I know you are here!"    The old woman growls, planting her fists on her hips as she stomps around,   stalking some poor person named Eli, obviously.

Brimack has disconnected.

Falcolho sits down on the ground and crosses his legs.  He puts his elbows on   his ankles and rests his chin in his hands.  He looks up at the harpers and   grins.  "Hello, Rees-fish!"

Marredoc blinks in bewilderment at Falcolho, then plants hands firmly on hips.   "Rees-fish?"

Avaly glances over from the stage, hides in her hands, and asks of Marredoc,   "You havn't heard that yet?"

Macily trundles up to Avaly and taps her on the shoulder, "SCuse me.  Scuse   me...   Have you seem my Eli?  She's the youngster goat tender in these parts   and I need ta speak with her."  She stands with her feet firmly set apart,   one fist shoved into a hip while the other is extended to tap again if needed.

Tenor has arrived.
Tenor pops in from ::between::

Marredoc shakes her head.  "They've been putting me in a cage on my spare   time," she explains.

Avaly looks down at Macily and shakes her head, "Nope I havn't.  But then   again I might have and not known it."

Some drudges arrive to cart Brimack off to bed.

Emerald pops in from ::between::

Macily nods and stomps off without another word.  She continues like this   through the crowd until she comes up to Falcolho and starts the process all   over again, "Scuse me.. "

Water Lily glides over to a tree near the stage and peers down at her silly   pet.

Resa chuckles as she hears the now familiar nickname and turns to see   Falcolho, "Merry meet Falcolho.. how does it go?"

Frosty lands near Water Lily, chittering softly to her as he watches the silly   humanpets. Whatever are they doing down there?

Liona yawns and watches everything from her bench, she's too lazy today to   move. Occasionally she'll call out a hello, or wave, but that'll be about it   for her.

Resa chuckles again, "It's a long story Marredoc...  but the name was given to   me by little Marion.. perhaps you've seen her around Crom."

Falcolho looks at Macily and smiles.  "Yes?"  He stands up and waves to Resa,   giving her a thumbs up signal.  "What do you want, Miss?"

Water Lily chitters at Frosty and looks down onto the stage.

Resa giggles, shaking her head to Falcolho to show she didn't want him for   anything, was just being curious. "Just wondering how things were going for   you. "

Macily hasn't been called miss in probably 30 turns, and rather seems to enjoy   it as her voice warms to a mere scratch when she asks, "Have you seen my Eli?"

Magical Bauble Egg rocks slightly, moving a hare this way and that. The   movement can barely be registered. Hmm, how does one go about getting out of   here?

Hollie has disconnected.

Falcolho blinks and thinks for a moment.  "No.. No ma'am, I don't think I   have.  Who'se Eli?"  He tilts his head in a confused manor and he clasps his   hands behind his back.  "Maybe you can give a description of Eli?"

Avaly giggles at the flits before noticing that what she thought was just a   pretty rock starts to shake and rock.  She hops down off of the stage and   pads over to get a closer look.

Resa blinks, did she just see something over there move? Nah...  she shakes   her head, looking back at the group.  These long days have been hard on this   harper girl.

Dallaney has arrived.
Dallaney arrives.

Resa notices Avaly moving towards the area she thought she saw something   moving, "Hmm Avaly? What is it?"

Macily nods, and can.  Digging around in her well age head, she pulls out,   "She is my niece, and is now the goat herder since I've retired."  A wince   curls her crinkled lips as she says this.  No use dwelling, she moves on,   "She's about nay high," her hand reaches up to a good three inches taller   then her shrinking self, "Has narrow green eyes, pale freckly skin, and looks   like a boy."  Not a very giving women, obviously.

Gully dozes off...

Avaly shrugs as she hears Resa's question and calls over her shoulder, "Either   you and I have been working on this gather too long or it's a little flitter   egg." she then turns to look at her friend and says, "Come over and help me   decide."

Resa pads over to take a look too. Bending down, she peers, then nods. "Aye...   I think it's a flitter egg... wait a minute... I think these are too!"    Wow... three egg in the middle of the gather grounds.. what crazy flit laid   them here??

Some drudges arrive to cart Hollie off to bed.

Marredoc rubs at her temples, smearing dirt over both handles and forehead   without a care in the world for how disheveled it makes the leggy herder.    "Firelizard eggs?" she inquires warily.  "Or edible eggs?"

Frosty chitters to Lily, wondering what the humanpets are looking at. He hops   from limb to limb trying to get a better spying spot.

Resa turns to Marredoc, "Flit eggs..."

Water Lily flaps her wings a bit to get a little air under them before she   leaps off of the branch and nips at Frosty's tail before flying down to land   near the eggs.  Tilting her head this way and that she chitters up to Frosty   that they're eggers.

Magical Bauble Egg suddenly gives a rapid shake, sending the poor thing into a   spinning rool. 'Round and 'round and 'round it goes.. Where it stops.. Wait a   second, is that a crack?

Frosty squeaks! Then hops down to glide closer, legs just skimming Resa's   head. A flap of the wings brings him dropping just beside Lily. Jump hop   closer, he tilts his head, peering at the eggs.

Falcolho shakes his head.  "I'm sorry Ma'am, I havn't seen any one like   that.."  HE trails off and spins around at the sound of the crack, and his   eyes are attracted to the egg and he moves a bit closer to it to investigate   the object.  "Look at it go!"

Marredoc drops herself to the ground with a swift, agile kick of one leg.    "Well, if it holds still, it's never going to hatch!" she retorts merrily.

Avaly glances around for her bag.  Once she spots it she pads quickly over to   get it since she thinks that she may have some fishrolls in there from lunch.   Sitting on the ground near her flit she opens her bag and starts to rummage   through it for the fishrolls, much to the delight of her little green who   thinks that she's looking for the left over rolls for her.

Resa jumps back as the egg start rocking, hand already dipping into a pouch at   her waist. She claims a spot to sit, waiting it seems to see what will hatch.

Yaksha wakes up from his nap.

Yaksha dozes off...

Macily snorts at the man as he abandons her.  Following behind, she keeps   close on his heels, wanting to know what was all fired important.  That's   when she spots the eggs and her eyes narrow.  "Firelizards," snort.

K'den has arrived.
K'den arrives.
Kohath arrives.

Dallaney wanders by with her D'aad, apparently to see the gather.  The child   already has a meatroll clutched in one hand, yet still insists on taking a   look at the various sounds.  "Food?" she asks hopefully, mouth taut in her   tanned face.

Kamya has arrived.
Kamya arrives.

Kaeos has arrived.
Kaeos arrives.

Daishoth stalks stealthfully in from Sky Above Low Plateau.

K'rah vaults skillfully down from Daishoth's height.

Magical Bauble Egg slowly comes to an eventual stop, allowing even those   not-so-nearby to view the cracks forming along its smooth surface.

Marredoc inclines her head approvingly to the egg.  "Good," she says.  "You'll   wear yourself out with all that gyrating."

Resa pulls out a few meatrolls from her pouch, shushing Frosty before he can   even think about begging one from her. As the egg comes to a stop, she leans   closer, trying to get a better look.

Kaeos unfastens her straps, childish fingers secure in their quick movements   -- Weyrbreeding has its benefits, and this is a minor example of such. Straps   undone, the child slides down Kohath's side, landing, felinelike, upon the   balls of her feet. "Meiling ate all my citrus candies..." she calls, heading   for a trader's booth, "So I'm gonna get some more."

Kohath insists on bouncing cheerfully once he alights, whuffling loudly toward   the sound of humming firelizards and cracking eggs. Fun! Unfortunately, it   makes dismounting him rather a chore, until K'den finally slides to the   ground and scolds him with a light slap on the foreleg. Behave.

Eli arrives from the crowd with a dripping bag of meat.  "Hi, Auntie Macily,   come'on, lets go try and impress."  She grabs the old woman's hand and tugs   her toward the growing ring of people, pulling her down to sit amongst the   crowd.  Plucking a meatchunk from the bag, she sticks in in the stunned   woman's hand and baps her on the elbow, which forces Macily's hand outwards.    "There, now just hold it there."  Eli obviously knows how to deal with her   Aunt quiet well.  The old woman just sits there blinking rapidly and staring   at the meat in her hand.  All she manages is, ' Macily says, "I hope that isn't our good goat meat."

Avaly finally finds the fishrolls that she was looking for and holds them out   with a flourish before she laughs a bit at herself.  Glancing down at the egg   she noticed that it's stopped shaking and rolling about.  Looks like a pretty   rock with cracks again.  But not quite as much.  Turning to look over her   shoulder she spots more and more people ariving and is glad that she's   already got a spot.

Gaderith waddles in from Sky Above Low Plateau.

Artur has arrived.
K'den drops Artur.

Artur peeks out from under the flap of K'den's belt pouch with a curious   chirp. He's not asleep yet and he smells food. Nevermind that he just ate.

Tenor dozes off...

The cracks might be obvious, but Dallan isn't.  Not even when she's standing   next to an adult.  The boyish child eyes the arrivals, the Igenites, and   gives a wave or two, then keeps the eye on them even as she chases after some   scent or other away from the plateau's population.

Dallaney has disconnected.

Resa giggles at Avaly, whispering 'Ta-da!' as Avaly flourishes the fishrolls.    Looking around, she too is glad that she's already got a spot... right up   front where all the action will be.

Kamya slips down after K'den, landing beside him with a *thump*. Suddenly, her   eyes go wide, "I hope I brought a meatroll or two.." With that, her hand is   submerged into her pocket and used to dig frantically for any food. C'mon,   Kamya. "Look! I remembered!" Even though she feels like cheering for herself,   she would rather be polite. A small hand is used to tug at K'den's sleeve,   while the other is used to point at the cracking egg, "Look!" Finally, her   chance to Impress!

K'rah takes one look at the hatching eggs, and takes a big step back.  She'll   stand here safely out of the way.  With a quick glance at K'den and Kohath   she smiles, "I think it's a good thing you don't ride for Sh'lor." She winks   at the brownrider, a smiles just thinking about that potential personality   conflict.

Gaderith spirals down towards the gathering below, flapping his large wingspan   once and actually soaring over where Kohath landed, until finally settling in   a heavy bump onto the ground not too far from the brown. Even as rider climbs   free, the bronze rumbles his greeting to the Igen dragon.

F'dall slides from bronzen back and to the ground below with an assisting   forelimb from Gaderith.

Falcolho goes home.

Resa hears the rumble and turns, seeing Gaderith. Giving a wave towards   F'dall, she soon turns her head back towards the hatching egg.

Daishoth in his usual militaristic fashion trumpets a greeting to the   unfamilar bronze. It's his job, he's sure of it.

Eli takes some meat from the bag for herself, then curls the top closed and   places it in her lap as she gets comfortable. "Auntie, why'd you come back?    Miss us already?"  Macily snorts, "Course not... I wanted to make sure you   remembered to give old Betty her medicine.  Can't have you killing off my   goats."  In otherwords, that is guarded speak for,  -- Yes, I miss my family.   Eli just grins and gives her Aunt's elbow another nudge, "Keep it out   there... generally first one to feed it impresses.  And yes... I've given her   medicine."  She grins, shaking her head as she reaches out with her own meat.

Water Lily soon realizes that the fishrolls won't be for her just yet and   glides back over to the stage where she preens and glances about issuing a   slight trill on occasion since she's a bored little flitter.

Magical Bauble Egg now has cracks running all over the whole of it's surface,   like so many spider-webs spread over. Hey, something's happening....
Magical Bauble Egg explodes, leaving behind scattered shards...and Mystic   Music Blue Hatchling!

Mystic Music Blue Hatchling
Indigo blue washes over this hatchling in a light, active pattern, mixing with   ceruleans and light azures. The blue is a small creature, but nimble and his   dark-striped limbs are strong. Pale azure wings are large and easily carry   him through the air, though the cheerful warble coming from his teal   splotched throat might make him more likely to sit and sing.

Resa ooohhhhssss... and leands forward, arm outstretched with the meatroll.   Frosty on the other hand snorts, hopping back. Why would Resa want another   blue... she's got him!

K'den grins, extracting the small bronze from pouch to tenacious shoulder   perch with one hand, and waving Kamya toward the growing throng of people   with the other. "I see 'em. Get in there and wiggle that meatroll," he urges,   "maybe one'll come over." He certainly has his hands full already with /one/   hatchling, thank you Kohath - the brown has his nose directed pointedly at   the eggs, rumbling protest that K'den isn't jumping in there with them.

Some drudges arrive to cart Dallaney off to bed.

Avaly takes a small bite of her fishrolls to make sure they are still tastey   and glances over at her little green who's trilling yet again.  Then turning   her attention back to the hatchling she breaks the fishroll into little   pieces and sets them out in a neat little trail that winds and twists its way   to a large chunk of the fishroll.

F'dall dusts himself off for a moment, before stepping away from Gaderith's   side. He glances in Resa's direction for her wave, and can't help but grin   just a bit, and toss one back. Though at the obvious crowd gathering, he   slows his steps just a bit, somewhat of a warning tone rising in him. Uh   oh...flit eggs. While he may not have as many as -some-, three browns are   trouble enough, and he isn't quite ready to invite more...not on purpose   anyway. Thus he pauses and crosses his arms over his chest, instead deciding   to just..stand there. Yes.

Kamya gives K'den's sleeve a hard jerk, "Look, a blue!" In a quick, childish   manner she snatches up a part of the meatroll. Here little blue.. Then, with   a beam at K'den she wiggles through the crowd--dragging him with her. "You   come too!" Her other hand is used to offer the meatroll to the blue. Come,   Come, Come.

As the hatchling arrives, Macily's hand jerks back, dropping the meat.  Eli   just frowns and picks the meat up and replaces it in her Aunt's aged fingers   and shoves her hand out toward the blue.  "There, now hold it... "  Eli then   crawls to her knees and extends her own hand, squeezing the meet so that the   juices run freshly.

Resa wiggles the meatroll... see, it's alive!  Yeah.. right...  "Aren't you a   pretty one?!? "

Liona scoots herself up on the stage, watching as the crowd grows around the   eggs. A slow smile and wave is directed at F'dall.

Kaeos emerges victorious, waving a bag of not only citrus sweets, but spiced   jerky. "Momma gave me th'marks t'get some munchies," she explains, beaming.   "So I got some jerky, too." This said, the child chases after her friend (and   transport), waving the treats in triumph. The jolting, unfortunately, has a   major side-effect: awakening Meiling. Golden wings sweep wide, whapping Kaeos   upon the cheek, disrupting her balance and sending her to the floor. Joy.

Mystic Music Blue Hatchling just stays there, looking more and more bewildered   as he peers around. Sniffing the air, his movements grow jerky. A dropped   piece of wherry is spied, and gobbled down. More food, where is it?

Resa wiggles the meatroll, humming a song under her breath as she usually   does. It's a catchy tune, which soon has Frosty trilling along with it.    Harper doesn't even notice that she's humming...

Kohath's nose abruptly swings downward, snuffling at Kaeos first with concern,   then nudging gently. Get up, don't wanna miss the eggs! K'den turns a look   over his shoulder in response to mindvoiced concern, then jogs back to help   the little girl to her feet, Artur squealing complaint at his own jolting.   "Y'okay?"

Eli grows excited and grabs ahold of her aunt's arm and wiggles it, which in   turn wiggles the meat pinched between Macily's fingers.  The old women   grumbles and asks, "Why in tarnations would I want a firelizard," and starts   to pull her hand away, but the neice shoves it back, and the fight insues.    Back and forth the meat wriggles, like some poor tortured inocent standby.

Avaly sticks another large chunk of the fishroll at the end of her little   trail and then rummages around in her bag for a bit of wherry to stick in the   middle of the trail.  She picks up the little bit of Resa's song and picks up   a slightly different trail of the music, hey look, harpers humming, oh wait,   that's not new ...

F'dall rubs his chin slowly, giving Liona a return wave as well, as he   suddenly snaps his gaze back to the hatching once again. The tumbling form   gets some brief attention...but the Igen brownrider seems to have that well   in hand, thus he stays put. In fact even going so far as to lean back against   Gaderith's front leg. Yep he's comfortable right here.

Kamya shakes the meatroll in front of her, but turns to see if her friends   okay, "Kaeos? Y'okay? I'm not the only silly one anymore." They're even now.   Still that hand and meat are wiggled around the Blue, "Come, deary. I want   hurt you, I'll give you this!" Giggling, she shakes the meatroll a bit more.

Resa hums and wiggles the meatroll, head bobbing to the song now.  Frosty soon   gives up since it seems the food isn't for him and flies towards the stage,   joining Lily.

Demar has arrived.
Demar arrives.

Kaeos peers up at Kohath, undisturbed by the huge visage. "Fine. Meiling's   just klutzy," she explains, getting yet another buffet from the child (and   whiny) gold. "What's goin' on?" The query is half-interested, Kaeos' tone   vaguely tired; a long day, it seems, has been taking its toll upon the child.

K'rah seems more than content to watch the whole spectacle from afar, her two   are more than enough.  Though she can't help but feel drawn to t he little   blue, but common sense gets the best of her and she stays put.  Best not take   on another challenge that has the ability to reduce sleep.

Water Lily chitters at Frosty as he comes back to join her and hops over to   the pet who's sitting on the stage.  Doing a little flitter dance and a   little singing she keeps glancing at Liona hoping that she'll give her some   food since her silly little humming pet won't.

Demar goes home.

Frosty chitters, head tilted as he watches Lily for a moment, then joins in.   His lower voice blends easily with hers making a harmony that's quite   pleasing to the ear.

K'den glances up at Kohath's looming face, then back to Kaeos with a bemused   smile. "There seem to be some firelizard eggs rocking nearby," he explains.   "He thinks we all need to get in there and feed 'em." The dragon snorts   indignantly - what are hatchlings for if not to be fed?

Kaeos giggles, a smile spreading across her face as she soothes the ruffled   Meiling. "Right," she murmurs, absently attaching one hand to K'den's shirt   in tired comfort. "Kohath's right," she repeats, meandering towards the   crowd. "They ought to be fed."

Mystic Music Blue Hatchling peers up at the various people, hmm.. What to do,   what to do... Shyly he steps forward, sniffing the air as he goes, all the   while resisting the urge to run behind one of the other eggs. Hunger wins   over fear this time.

Resa changes the humming just enough that it blends with the two flits on the   stage, weaving her song with theirs. Hand lowers, still wiggling the   meatroll, inviting the hatchling to come and take a bite.

Heeeeeeeeey..Where'd Kamya's sleeve to tug, yank, pull, tear, etc. go? Oh,   K'denny-Wenny? "C'mere, Kaeos!" Her meat-less hand waves frantically toward   her friend. "'Course Kohath's right, he's been there before." Well, sorta.   Seeing Kaeos attached to K'den and on their way, she goes back to waving her   meat. Here blue, blue, blue.

Avaly makes the space between her little bits of fishroll and the one or two   pieces of wherry so that it's a longer trail to the larger piece and takes   out a hide to record the song that Resa, the flits, and herself, one eye   continually watching the hatchling.

Eli and Macily are locked into a faint little battle, the former intent on her   aunt trying to impress, and the latter just as bent on getting away, though   she is rather old, and doesn't have the strength the girl does, so in the end   she just sits there and fumes while her hand is wiggled about like a puppet,   meat playing enticingly in the air.

Resa glances towards the fueding pair, young and old. Her mouth curves in a   smile as a chuckles escapes in the song.  Shaking her head, she turns back to   the blue, wondering which way he will go in the end.

F'dall continues to observe from afar, chuckling to himself and remembering   his own times with trying to Impress a little hatchling. Oh sure it was great   to have one at first...then they just grew in numbers. As if on cue, all   three of his little browns pop into existence, hovering over his head and   settling down to find various spots on his body to perch. Oh sure he may not   have as many as -some-, but they're a handful. Especially the thieving one.

Kaeos, still clinging lightly to K'den's shirt, pads over to Kamya's side.   "You like the blue?" she queries, a childish lisp in her tone. "He looks...   okay, I guess," she concludes, having peered at the newly-hatched in   absent-minded appraisal. With those simple words, the child hauls out her   spiced jerky, handing Meiling a chunk of it, then offering another chunk   hatchling-wards.

Mystic Music Blue Hatchling peers oddly to the pair, but what really interests   him is that wiggling piece of meat. Slowly, he creaps toward it, his tiny leg   muscles working to prepare him for a small pounce. Mightly little hunter   pauses, eyes all the while following the wiggling meat.

Yaksha wakes up from his nap.

Kamya grins toward Kaeos, nodding, "'Course! I like the blue!" Her other hand   attaches to K'denny-Wenny's sleeve, but she doesn't start to tug--yet.   WiggleWiggleWiggle goes her meatroll just as her eyes flicker back to the   blue. "C'mere..."

Avaly smiles as she spotss the hatchling moving for the wiggling meat and   turns her full attention to her hides as she adds to the song, content to let   the hatchling go it's own way.

Eli is really enthused now, and gets so into wiggling her Aunt's hand she plum   forgets she was trying to impress herself.  Macily hisses as she sees what is   happening and opens her fingers, allowing the meat to drop to the ground --   dead.  The girl sighs, shaking her head, but not willing to have herself bit   for her grumpy elder.  "You mighta had him."  The old woman hears this and   colors, tossing a glance toward the blue, then down at the meat.  Will he   take it?

Resa continues to hum, eyes still watching the little blue as he heads away   from her. Meatroll wiggles inticingly... doncha want a nice fresh meatroll?

Dallaney has arrived.
Dallaney arrives.

K'den, thusly having allowed himself to be pulled into the fringe of   spectators at least, seats himself crosslegged on the ground, removing a   piece of jerky from his pouch. He doesn't offer it up to the cracking eggs,   though; rather, he tears off a piece for himself with his teeth, then lets   the small bronze on his shoulder tear into the rest with a squeaking growl.

Kaeos simply shakes her ebon-ringletted head, mocha eyes wide in disbelief.   Teens, it seems to her, are almost as bad as 'dults in terms of inscrutible   behaviour. "Kamya..." she murmurs, abandoning her hold upon K'den's shirt in   favor of placing a hand upon her friend's arm. Jerky, delicately spiced and   hard as a rock, dangles in the child's hand, forgotten by all but Meiling.

"Kaeos.." Kamya mutters in return, slipping closer to her friend. For once, on   her on will, she releases her hold on K'den's sleeve to stand closer to   Kaeos. The meatroll dangles from her fingers, every once in a while being   given a sharp wiggle. Will the little blue come? She turns her head slightly   to flash a grin at Kaeos, but then returns her eyes, which are blue like the   Hatchling's hide, toward the litte blue.

Dallaney has found her titbit, after much wandering around.  Toting a new   bubbly pie, she joins the people again, most distinctly without her erstwhile   father's presence.  Thus unescorted, alone, perhaps slightly aloof, the   sharp-chinned kidling scoots up close behind Kaeos and Kamya, emitting a   chuckle at the goings-on.

Resa shrugs her shoulders, then starts the meatroll in a dance to her and the   flits song. Meatroll sways and dips in her fingers.  See the pretty dancing   meatroll? And for her next trick...

Mystic Music Blue Hatchling darts forward when the meat is dropped, tearing it   savagely into bits small enough to eat. His hunger is not sated in the least,   in fact, he's even more so. Now lets see... Hrm.. His rapidly whirling eyes   pause a moment, landing on Macily again.. Undoubtably wondering if the old   woman has more of that stuff.

Avaly glances down at her bits of food and gets kind of hungry so she breaks   off a piece of one that's not on the ground.

Eli emits a squeek of excitment and quickly drops her chunk of meat into her   Aunt's lap.  Macily just stares at it, eyes wide with horror -- not because   sticky dripping meat is in her lap, but for what the meat might have attached   to it soon.

Frosty flares his wings, dipping down low as Lily hops upwards. Chittering and   trilling, he sings his little song, ignoring his humanpet for now.

Kohath swings his overlarge head around on overthin neck to hover over K'den   and his two younger charges, crooning soft encouragement. Come on littleones,   you want to come over here. And even if K'den won't cooperate with his plot   to saddle him with more flits, maybe one of the girls will.

Water Lily flaps her wings at Frosty wondering if she could go snag some of   that food that her pet's just set on the ground right out in the open.

Frosty croons, edging Lily on?

Gaderith merely observes from a more restrained point, satisfied with his   lifemate's desire to stay -out- of the line of fire so to speak. He lowers   his big muzzle and rests it on the ground, giving F'dall something else to   prop an elbow up on as he leans back, grinning as he watches.

Kaeos hastily stuffs another chunk of jerky into a protesting Meiling's mouth,   effectively silencing her. Hmph. "Quiet!" she hisses, shaking a finger at   Meiling. Kohath, however, gets a bright grin -- firelizards being the next   best things to dragons (which would definitely engender pride on Kaeos'   parents' part), Kaeos will collect, most definitely. Call it a family   tradition.

Water Lily bobs her head a bit at Frosty before hopping off of the stage and   gliding over to the group.  Hovering for a bit she then dives down and snags   a few of the bits of fishroll.  She then chitters a thanks before gliding   back to the stage and giving one of the pieces to Frosty.

Frosty chitters, then nods his head before taking the offered piece of   fishroll. Tearing into it, he glances up to see Lily, and starts eating a   little slower. Could he be showing off?

Mystic Music Blue Hatchling dives into Macily's lap, crooning softly before   gobbling down the meat therein.

Water Lily chitter giggles and tears into her piece of fishroll not careing if   she appears ... untidy or something ...

High-pitched creels turn to warbling croons as Mystic Music Blue Hatchling   wobbles towards Macily.

Kamya has to agree with Kaeos. She lets out one of her flashy beams toward   Kohath. Of course she'll take in /any/ flit. Even through the hatching, Kam's   attention is caught by Meiling's protest and Kaeos' scolding. It may not stay   there long, but it does get caught for a bit. "Shhhhhhh.." She whispers while   clapping for the blue.

Resa giggles, watching the blue dive into the old lady's lap. "Congrats to   you..." she call softly!

Avaly glances up and claps as she tucks her hides away, "Congrats to you from   mee too."

Kaze wakes up from his nap.

As their minds meet and twine, Macily's expression become light, her features   smoothing as the wrinkles of age disappear.  How sweet.  Eli just grins   knowingly and nudges the bag of meat toward her Aunt, "He'll be hungry."    Nodding, the old woman reaches in and gets out another chunk, and feets it to   the blue.

Macily calls Mystic Music Blue Hatchling closer.

Midnight Serenade Egg wiggles lightly. Yaawn. Hello world. It's daylight,   isn't it? Why am I /here/?

Resa ohhss.. another egg hatching perhaps? Head turns as eye try to examine   the shell of the moving egg.

Marredoc folds her legs up beneath her, coming out of a daydream to regard the   remaining two eggs with a skeptical air, as if still half-expecting them to   hatch wherries.  It would be a moment for the record books, perhaps ... but   it could still happen.  Marre rules nothing out ... nothing.

Avaly turns her attention to the newest egg and piles her bits up trying a new   approach this time.  She holds one piece of wherry in her hand ready to   wiggle it if need be.

Yaksha dozes off...

Artur pops his head up and whistles once, shrilly, before ducking it again to   snap some more at the meat clenched in his talons. Don't come over here; this   meat is /his/! K'den shushes him with a light touch to the end of his muzzle   and sits up straighter, craning his neck to see what egg will crack next.

Strethan has arrived.
Strethan arrives.

Midnight Serenade Egg seems to pause, as if listening. Oooh. They're   /watching/. It's performance time! The egg wiggles, rocks, shocks.... Enough   with the rhyming: the egg hatches.

Midnight Serenade Egg explodes, leaving behind scattered shards...and Seaside   Moon Hatchling!

Seaside Moon Hatchling
Pale rippling white whispers across the seagreen hide of this young green. Her   wings fade softly to a lighter shade, ending in a patches of white. Her   talons are neat, deep black in color, usually well kept. She'll always move   regally, and is almost the rival of any gold in bossing the males around.

Kaeos lolls back upon her heels, absentmindedly brushing an errant curl of   ebon out of her face while simultaneously soothing an affronted Meiling.   "Didn't /mean/ t'do that, Mei..." she murmurs, attempting to placate the   child-gold with every scrap of tact remaining in her tired body. Jealously,   however, Meiling snatches at the remaining jerky -- no food for those   /children/. Kaeos is hers, and hers alone.

Resa raises an eyebrow, then smoothers a squeak of surprise as the hatchling   appears!  Hand outstretches again as the meatroll takes up the dance where it   left off!

Dallaney has disconnected.

Cylara has arrived.
Cylara arrives.

"I'm ready.." Murmurs Kamya, meatroll still armed and twirling around her   slender fingers. Then, her eyes lock onto the green. "Oh!" Her elbow is used   to give Kae a light poke in the ribs, "Look!" Once again she out-stretches   her arm, meatroll dangling and wiggling.

Liona scoots off the stage and wanders further away from the crowd. One of   those eggs is Emmy's but one wouldn't know it from the look of Liona. Her   tired eyes reflect little else as the girl strides off.

Macily winces at the crowd and promptly pulls back, carefully cradling her new   little friend.  Eli just watches, then turns to attempt her own impression.    Meanwhile, the old woman moves slowly across the gather grounds to a spot   that is much quieter, and there she sits with the little creature cradled in   her hand.  "You need a name."

Resa sighs as she sees the green..  so beautiful...

A childlike like 'ooooh!' explodes from Marredoc's lips in a vibrant   sussuration of sound that more fits a injured herdbeast than a delighted   herder.  Harper she is not, nor self-conscious ... nor particularly polite,   for she snatches someone's meat skewer without further ado, then adroitly   flips a mark to the stunned man and flashes an impish grin.  "Keep the   change," she says.  "Unless I don't Impress.  Then I'll come beat it out of   you, if you wouldn't mind?"

Avaly wrinkles her nose a bit and wiggles her bit of wherry over the pile of   fishroll bits and glances around at the crowd a bit not really paying too   much attention to the little hatchling.  She idily hums a little tune as she   giggles at her little flit tearing into the stolen bits of fishroll that she   stole for her and Frosty.

Cylara smiles as she enters the area, her sack slung over her shoulder. She   smiles as she realizes waht momentous event is happening right before her   eyes. /She quickly finds a rock nears the eggs and takes out a meatroll, and   belatedly realizes taht she has something in  the sack, shoock perhaps, and   she takes it out and admires it as if she'd never seen it before and offers   the 'claw to the hatchling.

Resa is humming once more, the meatroll doing it's funny little dance to her   song.  Her eyes watch the little green for a moment.

Strethan sidles in from somewhere indeterminate. Where? Does it matter? He's   -always- somewhere in the background, especially if there's a hatching in the   offing! Surveying the gathered, he takes a place near Resa and digs out the   first of his fresh hot meatrolls, well-armed to woo little hatchlings who   look his way.

Seaside Moon Hatchling eyes the food suspisiously(s?). What is this? She's   here to /perform/, not partake of a feast. A slight flick of the wings sends   goo flying. A light, rumbly warble comes from green's throat. A /cheep/...   Now /that/ didn't work.

Dallaney has connected.

Resa glances sideways as someone sits nearby. Smiling, she whispers a quick   hello to Strethan before turning to the hatching.  Meatroll sways and dips,   and does the cha-cha across the ground as it hangs from the harper's fingers.

Marredoc swings her legs expressively to a time which is absolutely and   completely ... well, let's just say any harper trying to drum to the beat   would fall over in a fit of shock.  Wherry skewer is thrust before her like a   weapon, herder whistling under her breath and causing a nearby, unsuspecting   canine to whimper and crawl away.  Anyone who ever doubted her choice of   craft can only thank their lucky stars this performance is soft and hopefully   momentary.

Avaly yawns as she idily makes little sweeping motions with her piece of   wherry.  Every once and a while her gaze goes towards the little hatchling.

K'rah glances off in the direction of the most recent hatchling. Just what she   doesn't need, a firelizard that has the capability to make more. With a   shrug, she gets to her feet, with a quick wave in K'den's direction.  Perhaps   she'd be more interested in hatchlings if she was more awake.

Frosty finishes the piece of fishroll, chittering a polite thanks to the   green. Spying Strethan, the blue croons out a hello to him, wondering if that   humanpet is going to go ga-ga over the eggs too?

Strethan grins sideways at Resa. "Hum louder, maybe she'll dance for you." He   winks at his Sr. Apprentice friend, and begins waving his meatroll softly   like a conductor's baton directing the tune.

K'rah springs upward, setteling comfortably between Daishoth's neckridges.

Cylara smiles and grins at the fledgling actress(?), and grins hopefully   toward her(?). She smiels and offers the claw anyway, making sure it puts on   a preformance for her, this actress of light.

Kamya waves over her shoulder to Strethan, "Streth!" Oh, she's excited   tonight. Perform? Come perform for /her/... ShakeShakeShake, ShakeShakeShake,   Shake your meatroll-- That's exactly what she does. "C'mere, dear..." Is   whispered to the green while she slowly shrinks to a squatting position. A   wave over her shoulder is sent to K'rah, even though her attention remains on   the green.

"She's like Tomoyo," observes Kaeos, watching the green in idle curiosity.   Curiosity, unfortunately, has a certain side-effect with Kaeos: irritating   Meiling. With a faint grumble of outrage, the child-firelizard clambers   across her 'pet's chest, alighting delicately upon one folded knee. To   perform, one needs such talent as hers -- an overly-loud voice, which she   willingly demonstrates with a screech.

Kohath echos the cheep with a rumbling blast of bugle from somewhere in his   chest, eyes sparkling emerald self-satisfaction. K'den just rolls his eyes   and shakes his head tolerantly. Catching K'rah's movement, he returns the   wave with a silent accompanying nod.

Daishoth sweeps silently toward Sky Above Low Plateau.

Strethan waves his free hand, "Hello there, Kamya!" and gestures the   baton/meatroll in the young girl's direction.

Seaside Moon Hatchling emits somthing akin to a squeak at all the noise that   suddenly comes. Skittering a bit, she tries to hide behind her egg's shard.   But... she's the star? It's not fair. Not fair at all. Plopping back on rear,   the green cheeps quietly.

Water Lily chitters a 'welcome at Frosty before gliding to land behind Avaly   and peaking out at the hatchling.

Resa laughs softly, then shrugs, humming louder as Strethan says.  Meatroll   slows as the music asks for the little greens help perhaps?  She /is/ the   star and the meatroll only a supporting one.

Cylara smiles softly to the green, and on her left her brown croons   encouragement. she offers her dancing spiderclaw, it preformance one of   sillyness, and a sorce of amusment to the weary of heart, and those not   wanting the spotlight.

Kamya awwwws to herself, feeling sorry for the overcrowded greens position.   Even though she does almost loose her balance, she manages to scoot backward   /and/ remain in her squatting position. "It's okay.." Her voice is barely   audible to anyone, but she's glad of that. The meatroll continues to wiggle,   bounce, shake, fidget, etc. in her fingers. Quickly, she shoots a grin at   Streth.

Marredoc uses the skewer to conduct the gentle thumping of her feet beneath   the bench.  Is she drunk?  No, just gifted with a supreme lack of any sense   of rhythm whatsoever.  She tilts dangerously to one side, and catches herself   with a creative sailor's curse.  If she is upstaging the lead, she neither   notices nor intends it.  Piercing eyes focus on the firelizard, deathly croon   finally ending, to the relief of most of those she subjected to her warbling.   At least, if the green chooses her, she will always have a partner who can   show up to others how good she is by comparison. Every perfomer needs a director.

Strethan nods approvingly to Resa and grins   more widely, adjusting his direction to the tempo of her tune and finding a   great deal of amusement in the situation. Even the flits are performing at   the gather!

Avaly glances at the little hatchling and gives her a smile before going back   to playing with the little bit of wherry before setting it atop the little   pile like a flag.

Frosty finds himself left at the stage it seems. This will not do at all!   Flare of tiny wings sets him sailing towards the group and his humanpet.   Landing on Resa's shoulder, he peers from around her head at the little   green. His low croon blends with Resa's humming once again..

So, the child-green bows to superior talent -- this, of course, would please   Meiling. However, it doesn't please Kaeos, who promptly hauls the gold off   her knee and stuffs her back upon a thin shoulder. Indignant, Meiling gives   voice again, an arrant squawk of outrage, promptly hushed by Kaeos. She's the   conductor, ayup, and her baton is a chunk of jerky.

Seaside Moon Hatchling /wants/ the spotlight, but all these people are scaring   her. Little green head goes from person to person... Co-performer? No...   Director or somone whom needs lessons? Perhaps... A quiet cheep, in a   sing-song voice and she slinks from behind the shells. As soon as the   hatchling is in the open, she holds herself, poised.

Lakeside Sunset Egg simply lays there, yup, it lays there. Its sister gets the   spotlight, for now anyways.

Resa quiets, almost as if shining a spotlight on the little green as she takes   the stage. Harper leans forward, anticipation almost too much? Meatroll   slows, then hangs limp for the moment.

Water Lily peaks out from behind Avaly and trills as she usually does when   confused or bored or hungry or ... whenever ... she flaps her wings a bit and   sits on her haunches as she watches the new little hatchling.  Glancing up at   her humanpet she nudges her hoping for a song .. which she gets of course as   Avaly starts to hum the lullaby she was working on earlier.

Frosty follows Resa's lead and quiets his crooning, eyes whirling as he   watches the little one.

Cylara smiles, a grin that lights up her whole face, put the spiderclaw   couldn't care less, he just dances away in his ackward manner, and needs   leassons badly. Cylara also offers the meatroll, if one wishes for a dish   with less pep and pick-up.

Marredoc stops wavering for a moment, and nearly stabs herself in the leg with   her skewer.  Another inventive outburst of sound is torn from the herder,   loud and raccous and distinctly unmusical.  Finally, finally, the beautiful   green imprints shame in Marre's heart, and she bows her head, cheeks flushed.   "Do you think, whoever you Impress to, that you could teach me?" she quips,   not quite to the firelizard.  Her eyes shine, humor restored in a brilliant   burst that is its own silent symphony.  Marredoc sings in her heart:    anything more audible is a nightmare.

Kamya just watches the green for a moment, smiling all the while. she   stretches her arm farther even though her body keeps its current position.   The little green is in the spotlight of her eyes, even as the she hears the   sqwauking of Meiling. The meat wriggles and turns between fingers--The Award   for the Green's Acting.

Strethan ahhhs and smiles to himself... someone's getting over their   stagefright like any true lady of the stage! His nod is in the direction of   the little green, whispering "Showtime..." and the meatroll cocks upwards,   poised, ready to give the cue when the moment his perfect. He glances   sidelong at Resa, gauging her pause in her tune...

F'dall is -still- watching from where he's standing, leaning against that big   bronze nose. Here's what you get when you put together a pair of   personalities that don't mind watching. A couple of statues. Now all you need   is pigeons to come along and start perching on the two of them.

Kaeos simply continues to replace chunk after chunk of spicy jerky; Meiling   must not sing again, for the sake of Kaeos' ears. "Sorry, Kamya," she   murmurs, contrite. Conductor's baton twitches again, signalling for a   crescendo -- a choice, perhaps?

Seaside Moon Hatchling chirples towards Marredoc... Too vulgar, possibly, for   her tastes. 'Statues' are peered at, than back to Strethan, and she looks   confused... Who? The ones that seem the perfect audience, or the one that   seems the perfect director...

Resa sighs softly as she waits for the green to make her entrance. Frosty   plays in her hair, trying to get her attention. Eyes stay glued on the little   flit however.. meatroll twitches.

Macily sinks into the crowd and disappears, her little friend cradled to her   chest.
Macily goes home.

Kohath doesn't sing, he belts. Draconic voice wasn't designed for private   performances. At K'den's silent request, he refrains from sharing his   cracking tenor bugle with the rest, and contents himself with looming. Lumpy   head-shaped shadow drips over the Igenites and stretches along the ground,   accompanied now only by warm, slightly damp dragon-breath.

Water Lily hums along with Avaly, her head bobbing a bit with the rythm of the   lullaby.

Marredoc can behave herself, really ... ask any errant canine who has run   afoul of her discipline.  She brushes a strand of face, amber eyes boring   into the green with an assessing intent.  She places her feet on the ground   and rolls in one neat, fluid motion to the ground.  Poetry in motion,   suddenly, no break or seam between where most start or stop or jerk.  Another   tactic, perhaps is offered ... will song flow free in front of the backdrop   of dance?

Cylara smiels and softly beacons to the green. She loves to act, and loves to   direct, and can come up with the most wonderful stories, yes indeed you'd   better believe it! She sways the 'claw back and for tanilizingly, as if a   contract.

Kamya twitches the meat in her hand, humming a song. The Green's Entrance   Song? Dance away, my friend. She drops the meat in front of her feet, though   one part is kept in her shaking fingers. Her light humming grows a bit louder   while she continues to watch the meatroll in front of her and the green star.

Gaderith heaves a long sigh, tilting his whirling gaze to eye Kohath and his   observing area with consideration. Oh well...the bronze can see just fine   from here anyway. Meanwhile, F'dall sets about swatting at Trouble who keeps   getting into his jerky pouch. "Away with you thief!" he blurts. "I fed you   before we left! That's not for you." For all it's worth, the scarred little   brown merely grumbles, hopping along until he's perched on his humanpet's   shoulder. Phooey.

Strethan lifts his meatroll as the little one's gaze drifts consideringly to   him. A wink is given, and a nod in Resa's direction, then the meatroll begins   to bob and sway again, enticingly. It's time for your big number!

Kaeos is, by no means, a perfect director -- simply watch the inconsistent   beat, the occasional bobble in the jerky baton. She simply tries her hardest   -- Elise taught her well in those practice sessions. Meiling, ever the   jealous one, escapes the girl's grasp, fluttering scoldingly over her head...   to be ignored, completely, by the child. Hah.

Resa just.. waits? Breath held?  Waiting for that moment when the star shall   shine in her true glory? Only time will tell...

Seaside Moon Hatchling pauses... Maybe she'll just sing. Her throat /has/ to   be better now. A light warble goes out. Listen? Listen? Wedge-shaped head   tilts to side as she observes all... Have to make just the right choice.

Radiance has arrived.
Radiance dribbles from between like a trail of golden fire.

Dallaney is not the one to turn to for songs, nor talking even.  Laugh muffled   again from previously learned lessons, she grins unmercifully; albeit   staunchly towards the hatching.  Small, so small, she is, even the recent   warble.  Food, the all-important resource, she clutches jealously to herself,   and looks at them who would give theirs away.

Resa smiles, listening to the warble from the green.. "That's it girl..."   Frosty chimes in too, then quiets at a look from Resa.  Yes, let the star   shine brightly.. it is her moment, her time to shine.

Avaly giggles quietly at the warble and makes her voice match it and then   slowly corrects the sound to a pleasant note that blends into the lullaby.

Strethan nods, grinning sideways at Resa, and hands gesture encouragingly at   the little green. The show must go on!

Marredoc bites her lip just in time to avoid echoing the green ... her mission   now is silence and grace, the wherry stick flourishing in her hand with a   smooth, silken flow of movement that pursues its own music and its own beat,   propelled by a muse that can be seen alight in the mischievious eyes.  Tempo   matters for naught, the green's cue of sound followed with meticulous care,   and yet a hint of the abandon all art has.

Kamya attempts to keep her hum in tune with the green-star's warble--She does   fairly well, too. The meatroll below is flicked with a finger, closer to the   green now. "Dance and sing away, litte girl.." She whispers while humming on   pitch with the green. The meatroll in her hand is fiddled with, as she dances   on the tips of her toes. Wooo! Almost fell there, but she caught her balance.

Jerky baton pauses as Kaeos halts her direction, becoming an audience rather   than a participant -- a singer must be unaccompanied on occasion. Thus, even   Meiling falls silent, landing in a flutter of straw-gold upon a thin   shoulder. "So..." Kaeos prompts, resuming her direction for a single moment   to, hopefully, cue the green, before falling silent once again.

Liona comes up not far from F'dall, "Still stealing, I see." the girl remarks,   giggling at Trouble's antics. Well, he wouldn't be Trouble if he didn't try.

F'dall blinks and glances up at Liona as she steps near, unable to repress a   bit of a smirk. "I don't think I'll ever cure him of it...though he's taken   lately to sucking up." A chirp of disagreement rises from the brown, but he's   quickly silenced by a piece of jerky stuffed in his mouth. "He more than   makes up for the other two that behave themselves."

Cylara smiles at the greens beautiful voice, maybe a bit out of practice, but   good. She offers the claw and smiles, contract is still good if she wants   it....

Seaside Moon Hatchling pauses, looking to Kaeos. /Ooooh/! A director /and/   audience. What more could the green want? Some food, and it looks like Kaeos   has that, too.

High-pitched creels turn to warbling croons as Seaside Moon Hatchling wobbles   towards Kaeos.

Resa smiles as the little lady makes her choice... "Congrats Kaeos!"

Strethan laughs, "But what about the song?"

Avaly picks up her little bits of fishroll and wherry and tosses them to some   of the other flits that are hanging around and says as she stands, "Aye   congrats Kae.  Well all It's been fun but I've got to head out."

Resa looks to Avaly, "Catcha later... " as she waves.

Resa just shakes her head, eyes turning to the last egg. Wonder what it will   hold?

Avaly sighs and looks at the last egg and wishes she could stay but she knows   that she can't.  Instead she waves to everyone and picks up her stuff before   padding to the Spires.

Liona offers a wry smile, "Sonata's too finicky to suck up, but Emmy'll charm   food out of a rock if she wanted to." the girl yawns, hrm, but she dosn't   /feel/ tired...

Avaly quietly hums to herself as she walks with a smile into the Farm House.

Cylara smiles and watches the last egg, a sigh of longing escaping her lips.   If only, is the look on her face as she watches her spiderclawn and winces as   he pinches her.

Strethan sidesteps closer to resa. "Has it moved yet...?"

Resa gives the meatroll a wiggle, wondering if it's the food she's offering   tonight?

Kohath rumbles bemused approval. See, they like him; that /must/ be why she   came this way! Large muzzle lowers to snuffle the tiny green, small enough to   be engulfed by one nostril.

F'dall merely tilts his head to one side, and watches the harper girl quietly,   noting that yawn anyway. "You appear as if you've had a long day..." he muses   quietly. "Perhaps you should get yourself to somewhere you can rest?"

Bluesteel dozes off...
Water Lily dozes off...

Marredoc brandishes her wherry-skewer at Cylara.  "You wouldn't believe how   bothersome they are," she says.  "But they make excellent agitators for   felines."  Somebody speaks from personal experience, too.

Kamya drops all the way to her knees, eyeing the remaining egg. Of course they   came for Kohath; All 'Lizards like Kohath! She giggles a bit more, now   holding both chunks of the meatroll. Who's next to arise from the darkness of   the egg?

Kaeos holds out the jerky baton, sacrificing her artistic debut in favor of   feeding the hungry. "Meiling..." she murmurs warningly. Hmph. "I'll name   you... Rika. Rika, that big thing's Kohath -- he's really nice," she   explains, cheer appearing in her light tone. The newly-named Rika, ever   polite, executes a flawless performer's bow. Greetings, indeed.

Lakeside Sunset Egg lies still for a few more moments, then suddenly an   impatient shaking begins. Hrm, perhaps its my turn to take the spotlight.   Yes, but how do I get out of the dressing-room?

Kohath drools happily, eliciting a protest from his lifemate: "Ko, keep your   tongue in your mouth!"

Strethan oohs and points out the obvious to Resa. Time for the final act!

Marredoc gestures authoritatively at thin air, as if ordering the molecules   themselves to take their proper places and wait for their cues.  Harried   herder wipes off the make-up of dirt on her breeches, taking a deep breath   and steeling herself for the drama to come.

Cylara grins and then chuckles. "Just shake and bake!" she said with wry   amusment as the egg was done baking, and now it was shaking!" Ureyski has arrived.

Ureyski arrives.

Liona shakes her head, "I'm not tired, just a bit.....weary, maybe." she has   had a long day, but she's refusing to admit she's tired.

Resa noddles excitedly. "Yep... final act is always the best if you ask me..."

Artur startles enough at K'den's suddenly raised voice to flap his wings for   balance and nip lightly at his pet's ear. "Not you too," brownrider grumbles   good-naturedly, stroking the firelizard's neck to calm him down again.

Ureyski has disconnected.

Kamya bursts out laughing at Kohath and K'den. "The flood is coming!" She   teases the brown, still laughing. Then, even though she's still bubbling a   bit, she turns back toward the egg. WiggleTwitchSlideShake: exactly what the   two chunks of meatroll do.

Lakeside Sunset Egg wobbles a bit, and a large crack appears in the midst of   orderly smoothness, growning and spreading till..

Lakeside Sunset Egg explodes, leaving behind scattered shards...and Jade Silk   Green Hatchling!

Jade Silk Green Hatchling
Green silk flows down her lucious chest and slender limbs. A green hood of   purest silk covers her head, and multi faceted jewels whirls in there sets as   they change colors through all eternity. Her body is well-formed and groomed   with the highest ammount of care and consideration. Her wings, green silken   ending in darkening hues of midnight forest shadows. Talons, like the rest of   her, are uncommonly clean from near-constant preening and shine a beautiful   hue of polished jade.

Resa starts wiggling the meatroll in her excitement. Frosty chitters softly on   her shoulder...

Resa ohs!

Strethan shifts his meatroll in hand, and applauds softly but earnestly.   Welcome to the stage!

Kohath rumbles with a draconic chortle, ducking his head to swipe the tip of   his tongue at Kamya's foolishly-turned back. Attention then turns back to the   hatchlings, reedy croon welcoming the latest before K'den can tell him to be   quiet again.

Kamya oooooos at the green, shaking the meatroll frantically. "Oh!" Her back   arches as she leans forward, her offering to the new green held out in her   fingers. Come from the Dressing Room, to find a director for yourself, little   girl?

Exotic.  Smokey hues play shadow and brightness as Marredoc's eyes sparkle   with an inner light, weighing each nuance and gesture for a final critique of   the performance.  Everything is in its place, but the curtain has just come   up on the final number ... and even divas make mistakes.  Wherry skewer   twitches, an assessing beat tapped on the floor.

Resa grins. Places everyone... curtain!

Cylara sucks air as the dazzling green emerges. She slowly offers the   spiderclaw and a more dignified meatroll with trembling hands and a melting   heart, this green is STUNNING! She slowly, yes, every-so-slowly knells down   before the green that is obviously a queen in a green gown.

Some drudges arrive to cart Ureyski off to bed.

Jade Silk Green Hatchling stand there, statuesque in all her glory, pride   shows in her every move. Ok, who'll show me to the stage? Curtain goes up   soon.

Resa has to agree.. the green is beyond what mere words can describe. Harper   without words? Yep, you're seeing it!

Cylara's mouth draps as she points slowly to the left with the meatroll,   bringing it tanlizingly close the the green's nose as she gestures towards   center stage.

Kaeos leans forward, mocha eyes intense. Director -- Kamya'll play that role.   As for Kaeos; her role lies in the plebian audience, silently watching the   diva's moves. "Kamya," she murmurs, handing over her bouquet of jerky and   candy intertwined, "Try 'dis."

Marredoc gestures brusquely with the wherry stick.  Move along, move along ...   see the extras and supporting characters who wait for your opening line?    There a basket of flowers, there a gather stall, there a canine pup ... and   behind, a chorus of eggshells whose song will serve to highlight and showcase   your performance.

Kamya grimaces as she feels the wet tongue of Kohath swipe across her.   "Kohath!" She scolds, even though she does still laugh. It tickled! The green   attracts Kamya, still holding out the pay to the Final Act-- The two   meatrolls which dangle from her fingers. A hand is used to gesture downward   to the space in front of her: /that/ is the stage. The meat wriggles and   dances in her fingers, as she hums still. "Oh, thanks, Kae!" She whispers to   her friend, taking the intertwined jerky and candy and immediately thrusting   it toward the green.

F'dall hmmms at that, and tilts his head to eye the newest arrival, smirking   just a bit. "Well now, it looks like you've got someone definetely stealing   the show on you though." he chuckles, giving a quick wink.

Strethan has to agree, this is a fine figure of a firelizard, the prima donna   for sure. He takes a half-step forward and gestures with the ready meatoll.   The audience awaits, and we wouldn't want to disappoint them! Every first   lady of the stage needs a proper escort, and Strethan is more than prepared   to see she makes her entrance in style.

Resa smiles, then claps. Glancing downwards she spies a few flowers which she   picks and throws towards the green...  meatroll still dances in her fingers   if the green would prefer that.

Need directions? Just follow the bouncing brown... or at least his bobbing   head. Kohath continues to croon off-key, bound and determined to get a   hatchling to come toward his rider, even if he has no spare meat. Well, maybe   Kamya could fill in. She's been baptized by drool, she's ready for anything.

Kaeos pushes her friend forwards slightly, a grin pasted upon her face.   Tribute to the actress, in the form of Kamya's proffered jerky and candy   bouquet, is offered... one may only hope that said tribute is taken. "Hush,   Meiling... she's /not/ gonna steal your spotlight."

Jade Silk Green Hatchling blinks, diva indeed. Her lady's posture flickers not   a wink at she gazes at each possible assistant for her. Yes, this little   green needs no director, she needs assistance to the stage, please.

Kamya inclines her head toward the Green Diva, still holding out the   candy-jerky: A Tribute To The Lovely Actress. Come preform with me. She   begins to hum toward the Green. A sweet song for the green to dance to, a   stage in front of her, a salary in her fingers: the whole deal.

Assistance is a partnership by its very definition ... but Marredoc finds   herself drawn to the other's poise, swept out of the role of critic,   director, power behind the scenes into the role of adoring fan, throwing   metaphorical flowers to the feet of the star.  Wherry stick settles flat, as   if inviting the scratch of a claw to write upon it ... your autograph, milady?

K'den sighs, resigns himself to the fact that Kohath will always be an   embarrassment at these sorts of events, and tears off another piece of jerky   to chew. As if detecting his predicament, Artur croons encouragingly and   bumps his head against K'den's cheek... then bites at the jerky. Well, he's a   firelizard, what'd you expect?

Strethan nods gravely to the poised and dignified diva. Your fans await your   entrance, what you need is a strong figure to see that you make it unmolested   by overly ambitious admirers. He takes another step foward, beckoning with   the meatroll: the Bodyguard is ready to lead the way.

Cylara grins hyly and offers her assistance to the lady, whether she takes it   or not is another matter entierly. she also offers the lady her assortment of   fine eats for those before the stage butterflies one gets.

Resa smiles, pointing the way towards the stage as she hangs back with the   rest of the fans behind the ropes.  Flowers and meatroll are given as   tributes to the beautiful star.

Strethan sidesteps along to flank the path to the stage, tall and poised   alertly himself. At your convenience, miss. The paparazzi won't bother you.

Kaeos tilts her head up to peer up at K'den, seeking reassurance... and   finding hilarity. "K'den?" she queries incredulously. "Wha'?" She's   half-awake now, only coherent enough to encourage Kamya and keep the fuming   Meiling silent.

K'den stuffs the piece of meat still in his hand into Artur's mouth to occupy   him, looks up at his cheerfully wurbling lifemate, then looks back at Kaeos   and shrugs. "He li-" he coughs, almost choking himself, and remembers to   shift the still-unswallowed jerky to one side of his mouth before speaking.   "He likes hatchings, can't do anything with him." Kohath: the perpetually   just-washed hair.

Jade Silk Green Hatchling sidesteps several onlookers, peering at each one.   No.. no.. Hmm, the bodyguard looks to be good. But then so does the pointing   girl... What a delemma.

Resa is just an adoring fan...  flowers and meatroll, and perhaps a bit of   song is all she has to offer the diva. Wait! There's her love!

Marredoc can find no disfavor even with the bodyguard, humbly bowed head   despite the flashing eyes ... and despite the mischief of a jester that glows   from within.  The star is the queen and ruler of the stage, and every ruler   needs a fool by his or her side ... still, if services are denied and cast   aside, for an autograph this simple fan would subside.

Kamya keeps her jerky-candy out toward the actress. The humming grows louder,   the stage larger, the jerky-candy closer to the green. Come, diva. She will   escort the Diva to the stage, hum her song, and pay her salary. One hand is   used to gesture up at Kohath: He'll be your partner, too. The whole act has   been put together.

Dallaney has connected.

Kohath drips.

Cylara smiles softly at the greens indecision, and awaits her dicision with   much patience, as she holds the delicaticies for her and waits to see if she   wishes for her assistance.

Strethan wiggles the meatroll, then lays it ceremoniously on the path to the   stage before the little green diva. With a short but respectful bow at the   queen of the stage, he steps back into place to escort her. Fashionably late   is always fashionable, but too much longer and the fans might get out of   control. Then the bodyguad earns his keep.

 Resa only smiles, sitting back in the wings and lets the diva have the   spotlight.  Unlike most fans, she doesn't scream or haggle the poor green.   She's here, and if the green spots her and comes over, then she'll be happy.

Embyr has arrived.
Embyr pops in from ::between::

Jade Silk Green Hatchling offers a regal final bow to each of the, Thank you,   thank you for comming. I adore you all but the show must go on soon. Her   final way lies with Strethan, lead the way kind sir.

High-pitched creels turn to warbling croons as Jade Silk Green Hatchling   wobbles towards Strethan.

Resa smiles, then claps as the little diva chooses her friend! "Congrats   Strethan!!!"

Marredoc grins and decides to the eat the wherry skewer ... questionable   decision, after all it's been through.  "'grats, Strethan," she echoes.    "I've got to go get my change out of a gather-goer now."

Strethan bows again, and falls into step beside the lovely diva. Right away,   miss. An arm is lowered for a convenient perch: your limousine awaits.

Reyla wakes up from her nap.

Brimack has arrived.
Brimack has arrived.

Cylara calls Kaze closer.

Frosty leans towards Strethan, eyes whirling with curiousity as he peers down   at the little green.

K'den calls Artur closer.

Resa stands, dusting her dress off as she admires the little green in   Strethan's arms.."She is sucha  lady!"

K'den goes home.
Kohath disappears suddenly for parts unknown.

Brimack hmms, such a crowd! What could be going on to attract so many people   here? He thinks.

With dainty steps befitting such an elegant figure, the little green diva   accepts the offer of escort and transportation from he bodyguard. Strethan   stands and raises his arm to examine her, just as she examines him. "Such a   proper little diva," he murmurs, "Yes, a Diva without a doubt!" Smile a   dragonlength wide, he turns and escorts his new companion to meet Resa, and   all the adoring fans.

Kaeos goes home.

Resa waves to F'dall now that the eggs are gone. She decides to meander over   to him and Gaderith.  "Hiya there...  how's the clutchdaddy doing?" she asks   teasingly.

Kamya goes home.

Rika goes ::between::

Marredoc has disconnected.

F'dall hmmms quietly as the last of the flits are Impressed and such. He then   gives a small grin as Resa comes up as well, tilting his head towards her.   Gaderith rumbles his own greeting, lifting his muzzle at the same time. "Well   enough...I would suppose." he chuckles, and leans up to touch his forehead,   which has remarkably healed. "At least I'm not getting picked off by anymore   redfruit."

Resa chuckles, looking up at F'dall's forehead, "You would do well to remember   to stay away from a mad Kayrelen holding fruit!" [+]

F'dall sighs, and rubs his forehead a little harder. "Well if I'd known she   was throwing them most generously, I probably wouldn't have wandered in   there." He then smirks just a bit. "At least I know for another time."

Brimack walks over to Resa, confused at such a large group crowding around in   one area,"What's goin' on Resa? I know tha Gather's still here, but why are   they all 'round tha' spot?"

Dreamer has arrived.
Dreamer pops in from ::between::

Resa grins, then glances back towards Strethan, chuckles some more. "Strethan   got the little green..."  A few more chuckles follow as she imagines him with   a proddy green.

Resa turns to Brimack, hearing his question. "Sorry... found a few eggs... the   last flit just impressed." is answered quickly enough. Some drudges arrive to cart Marredoc off to bed.

Brimack grins,"Ah! Aye, tha' explains it..." He watches from the perimeter, to   see how it's going.

F'dall chuckles at that, and casts a glance of his own in Strethan's   direction. Oh he can tell it's his first afterall...what with the look on his   face. The first is -always- the most special...then one starts to learn the   truth.

Radiance flows liken molten lava into a snoozing ball.

Resa smiles and nods to F'dall, knowing even cold little Frosty has a piece of   her heart! Even when he's being bad.

Elspethe has arrived.
Elspethe pops in from ::between::

Diva shifts on Stethan's arm and steps lightly up to settle on his shoulder.   Tail curls loosely aound his neck as she uses his shoulders for a resting   place. Beauty sleep is a must.

Resa smiles as she watches the green climb up on Strethan's arm.  "Finally got   one huh Strethan?"

Strethan twists his head to watch Diva where she lays with her tiny, perfect   head poised -just- so on delicate foreclaws as she sleeps. "Yes... and she's   a real beauty, isn't she...?"

Resa nods her head, "Aye...  she is!"  About that time, Frosty lets himself be   known. Excuse me? Who is the cutest here??

Diva cracks a jewel-like eye, gazing at Frosty for a moment before yawning in   a dismissive, but perfectly lady-like way. Why, the answer to THAT question   is obvious, isn't it?

Frosty snorts, tail curling around Resa's neck.  He was here first!

Diva closes her eyes, head turned away from Frosty. -She- was here with   -style-.

Emerald flutters over to peer carefully at the sleeping Diva. Oooh.. don't   wake the baby.

Ylavei has arrived.
Ylavei arrives.

Resa just shakes her head at both the flits.

Ylavei goes home.

Dreamer dozes off...

Resa turns back to F'dall, poking him back into the land of the living as she   sees he's started to daydream.  "Looking forward to the hatching day?"

Diva simply lies there, her tiny yet perfect form draped on Strethan's   supportive shoulders. Ah, even in her sleep her fans gather 'round... such is   the diva's life.

Liona has taken on a dreamy-eyed look. Hrm, perhaps someone should break her   out of it? She /must/ be sleepy..

Strethan glances at Resa as she voices her question to F'dall, and gives a   faint shiver of excitement himself at the thought. Hatching day...!

Diva stirs and chirps a soft admonition to her bodyguard. My debut was   exhausting, I need my rest!

Resa smiles, sighing softly... hatching day.  Small shrug of shoulders if   given as it seems all her friends are leaving for the Sands these days. Oh   well..  at least she's at the weyr!

F'dall blinkblinks at that, and straightens. "Uh? Oh yes!" he exclaims,   shaking his head. "Well..of course. It's supposed to be a big day and all   that." He then flashes a smirk in Strethan's direction. "Though I wouldn't   know if some individuals are anticipating it, or dreading its coming."

tw :thinks she's squished by K'no... help? [+][TelgarWeyr] Resa Strethan laghs softly, and is careful not to jostle his new charge.   "Anticipating here... what's to dread?"

Resa smiles, nodding as F'dall leaps back into the conversation.  She decides   to pad closer to Gaderith, reaching up to scritch his head. "Hiya there   fellow...  I bet you're just as anxious too for that day" she says softly.

Liona blinks, then shakes her head. Her own thoughts are similar to Resa's, of   course she felt  that way about the last two searches...

"The heat for one." F'dall offers to Strethan, speaking from experience.   Meanwhile, Gaderith croons at the scritch, letting his head rest flat on the   ground for the attention. Eyes open ever so slightly, practically whirling   gently in their observance as they center in on the harper girl.

Strethan eases over to join Resa by the big bronze, reaching to scritch the   other side of the long head. "Who knows, big fellow, I may end up with one of   your sons..."

Embyr slowly lids his eyes, flopping down and dozing off.

Strethan chuckles, "Heat... they say it's all a matter of willpower.   I've had to take the heat before..." He winks.

Resa smiles, scritching Gaddy as she listens to F'dall and Strethan. Frosty   peers down at the huge dragon, chittering softly to him

Brimack goes home.

Liona chuckles, finally speaking, "I hear its worse than Igen during midsumer,   at noon no less." she remarks quietly.

Gaderith continues to croon as his head gets scratched. His eyes narrow ever   so slightly then, whirling an even deeper color, as he presses his nose   forward, pushing Resa gently with it in the process. Now she's got his full   attention.

Resa blinks, "wow... that's hot!"  Shaking her head, she teases Strethan,   "Better get some thick shoes!

Resa laughs as Gaderith pushes her, "I'm scritching.. I'm scritching!" Perhaps   two hands would satisfy this lump of bronze?

Reyla dozes off...

Frosty chitters softly, then flies off, deciding some food would be good at   this point in time.

Strethan laughs, stepping back slightly to scritch at Diva's delicate jaw as   he watches Gaderith get insistent with Resa. "You didn't hide a meatroll in   your dress, did you?"

Resa chuckles, shaking her head as she uses two hands now to scritch Gaderith.   Insistant he is, but she is more than happy to oblige her friend. She know   how aggrevating those out of reach itches can be.

F'dall tilts his head to the side, eyeing the big bronze and rolling his eyes   just a bit. He turns then and moves out of the way, as the bronze straightens   up and snakes his big tail around, plunking it -right- in front of Resa. Ah   now here's something he hasn't done since he was a young weyrling dragon.   F'dall meanwhile, just facepalms. "Not -that- old thing Gaddie..."

Resa blinks, just a little confused as Gaderith's tail plunks down in front of   her. She looks to F'dall, "What old thing?"

Diva attest to that, and makes a soft imperious sound as one of those itches   strikes. Now, Strethan, right there!

Liona becons Emmy quietly to her shoulder, "Leave Diva alone, sweet." she   calls, giving Gaddie an ammused glance. "Hasn't done that in a while... Has   he?" the sleepy-eyed harper girl remarks.

 Liona calls Emerald closer.

F'dall just crosses his arms over his chest, and tilts his head to the side.   "When I was still a weyrling, he -loved- having the edge of his tail   scritched. Apparently he still does to some measure."

F'dall calls Tenor closer.

Resa ohs! She glances to Gaderith, then to the tail. Shrugging, she decides to   obey the mighty wishes of Lord Gaderith and steps closer to his tail. Bending   low, she reaches out, scritching her hands down either side of his tail.   "Like this?" is asked.

Strethan calls Diva closer.

Gaderith croons joyfully at that, tilting his head back as the old sensitive   tail gets its attentions. With that, he rumbles loudly and leans forward,   giving Resa a more-than-pleased glance. Without even giving any sort of   warning, he proceeds to drape out a wing over her, as the big bronze   practically envelops around her, keeping her right at his center the whole   time.

Liona chuckles at the scene, "The way to a dragon's heart is through his   itches."

Resa blinks, but trusts Gaderith as he curls around her.  Fingers continue to   run up and down the tail as a smile spreads across her face. How can she help   it? She /luvs/ this dragon!  She giggles, then peers out from the inside of   the Gaderith-curl, "Hmm... I take it this is a dragon snuggle?"

F'dall hmmms quietly, and smirks ever so slightly. "I suppose you could call   it that couldn't you...?" he muses, as he steps forward and takes hold of   Gaderith's straps, enough to clamber up to the big bronze's back. "Come now   Gaddie. What are you doing to poor Resa hrm...?" he teases. For all it's   worth, the big bronze merely rumbles once in response, and tilts his head   forward, bringing one big eye to stare at Resa in a sort of strange way.   Stranger than how he usually looks at her anyway.

Resa laughs, reaching up to patpat Gaderith's head. As he rumbles, she is   massaged, tickling her. "Make him stop!  That tickles!!"  Poor harper giggles   more from in the middle of the Gaderith-snuggle.

Resa looks into the eye, smiling as he finally stops rumbling. "Go on now   Gaderith...  I'll catcha back at the weyr later and finish that scritching."    She looks up to F'dall, smiling, "You weren't kidding about that being his   favorite spot!"

Gaderith rumbles again at that, and settles down more firmly, not letting go   of his embrace one tiny bit. His! ALL his! And nobody else's. Strangely   enough, at Resa's own words to go on, the big bronze still dosen't budge,   bringing his eye down to stare at her fully again. Practically as big as her   in the process. At this close range, his deep breathing is almost like a   volcano in the background, from the great Smith's Hearth that makes up his   heart.

Liona can't help but laugh herself, "Sure wasn't." Gaderith is peered at   oddly, can a dragon like someone too much?

Resa blinks for a moment as she looks into Gaderith's eye. Skirts are rustled   by his breath and the harper fidgets, or as much as she can being snugged by   a dragon. Hmm...??  "Gaderith? Doncha need to leave? I /will/ see you again   back at the weyr you know!"

Strethan affectionately scritchies at Diva, and watches... getting a giddy,   faintly ticklish feeling in his belly. Could Gad have plans for Resa...?

F'dall falls silent, as if listening to mental words, and drapes his legs over   the side of his lifem ate's back. Gaze switches back and forth between the   two, and he can't help but smile just a bit, sliding forward and down the   bronze's flank, until landing right next to Resa's form. "Oh he'll see you   back there allright..." he suddenly muses, grinning for now. "Because he   wants you to come back with him." Not that that should be anything out of the   ordinary right now, so it's then that F'dall proceeds to sit up straight. Or   as much as he can while half-perched on Gaderith's back that is. "Well then   Harper Apprentice..." he muses, crossing his arms over his chest. "It looks   like the first Clutchfather of this Turn's clutch at Telgar has found someone   else he would like to stand on the Sands."

 Pyranth strikes a path in from Sky Above Low Plateau.

Resa laughs, nodding as she starts to say something to the effect of maybe   catching a ride with the pair untill F'dall's words fully register. Mouth   drops, eyes widen and head shakes, looking just a bit confused and perhaps a   little dazed? "Waaa.... what?" is squeaked out through closed throat, not   sounding a bit like her normal self. "ME?"is almost shouted. She looks to   Strethan and Liona, then back to F'dall and finally Gaderith, "You want me?"   is asked again, softer, disbelieving.

Astride Pyranth, Toria nods to the silent words, her dark eyes sparking   lightly.  A quick gaze is shot toward the gatherers before she starts working   on settling, preparing for the evnetual landing and dismount.

Strethan turns his head, and GRINS at Resa like a second sunrise.   "Congratulations! Now you know how I felt! Go Resa!!"

Liona cheers and begins clapping her hands, "All right Resa!" she calls to her   friend. A happy grin spreads across her face, now thats three of her friends   to be searched.

F'dall laughs gently, and arches an eyebrow, as he glances down at Resa, who   is -still- held up in a great big dragon-hold, and not about to be let go   with any enthusiasm. "Now would you go doubting Gaderith's choice?" he asks   with some measure of amusement. He then slides free to the ground, and turns   to face her fully. "As I said before, Gaderith has chosen -you- to stand on   the Sands at the time of hatching Resa. What say you?"

Astride Pyranth, K'ren unstraps himself and tosses a leg over the bronze's   neck.  Bracing one boot against the thick neck strap, he stands there and   helps the Weyrwoman with her own buckles, "That wasn't too bad, was it?  Too   bumpy?"  he asks, slightly concerned.  His lifemate, however, believes the   flight was perfect and thusly snorts at the question as he lifts a forelimb   to assist his passengers.

Strethan would hug Resa, if his friend weren't surrounded by bronze   clutchdaddy. "That's incredible..." He bites his tongue and lstens with a   proud, poud smile, knowing that her words will be much the same as his were.

Resa 's face breaks into a smile as she nods, throat too closed up to allow   words or sound.  An impulsive hug is given to F'dall, then scritches to   Gaderith.  Finally, throat clears, enough to allow a squeaky ,"Yes!" to be   uttered.

Astride Pyranth, Toria chuckles lightly at K'ren's concern, "It was just   fine."  Her ear is caught by those particular words, brows arching high as   her eyes attempt to catch who might be being searched.  Unable to see from   this angle, she reaches for the Weyrlingmaster to help her down, and scoots   down the side of the bronze.  As she lands the Weyrwoman gives the dragon's   hide a gentle pat as she murmurs, "Thank you, Dearheart, that was a perfectly   wonderful ride."

K'ren slides down from Pyranth's neck to an awaiting foreleg which lowers him   to the ground.

Toria slides down from Pyranth's neck to an awaiting foreleg which lowers her   to the ground.

Liona would hug her too, oh well. Strethan is regarded a moment before the   girl pulls him into a hug. Its one of those moments where ya gotta hug   someone...

Diva has arrived.
Strethan drops Diva.

Diva even deigns to lift her head slightly. Hmmm? The girl is being honored,   is she? Well, bravi...

F'dall chuckles at that, and pulls back only long enough to give Resa a once   over, and a big smile. "Well then I believe it's settled." He tilts his head   in Strethan's direction, and chuckles. "I believe you can say hello to your   fellow candidate now." Though it might be difficult of course. Gaderith still   is too busy almost cooing and fussing over his chosen.

Strethan laughs softly and hugs Liona back toghtly, likewise venting his joy   for esa in a friendly embrace. He elicits another softly indignant chirp from   Diva. The nerve of him!

K'ren lays a firm pat on the bronze's foreleg as he dismounts, "Yes, it was...   I wasn't suggesting otherwise, Py."  The bronze seems pleased with the   affirmations and decides not to sulk.  His rider merely chuckles as he moves   to the Weyrwoman's side, offering his arm once again.  A glance shifts   towards Gaderith and the small group gathered nearby, "Looks like something's   going on over there.  Shall we take a peek?"

Liona draws away, slightly bouncy, "What a day.." the girl remarks, the   suddenly grins, "We'll have two Crom harpers on the sands, won't we?"

Resa blinks, just looking happy for the moment while things sink in.

Toria winds her arm about K'ren's and nods in response, "Aye, lets see. I   think I have a bit of an idea."  Dressed in her gather finery, the Weyrwoman   tugs gently on the Weyrlingmaster in the direction of the hoopla, smile   flickering with anticipation.

F'dall hmmms quietly at that, and -finally- convinces Gaderith to relinquish   his hold on Resa, albeit reluctantly of course. He chuckles, and steps   forward, perhaps to help hold her up if she isn't up to it. "Be careful   now..." he offers, smirking faintly. "We have to get you to the candidate's   chambers in one piece afterall..."

Resa chuckles softly, still shaking her head in disbelief.  Turning her smile   on F'dall, she laughs, "I'm ok... I think. "  Yes, knees are beating out a   new rhythm but all in all, she's still standing!  "Guess I get to move my   stuff once again?" she asks F'dall.

K'ren dutifully follows and eyes the Weyrwoman askance, "Idea?"  Pregnant   women and ideas can be scary.  Eyes flicker back to the group ahead as he   strides alongside Toria.

Toria pauses midstride, her hand moving to her stomach as her brow crinkles.    The moment passes and she continues on, nodding to K'ren, "Yep... just watch   and see."  Her tone is playful as she says this, and though her waddle has   picked up a bit, her stride is still decent due to the length of her legs.

F'dall hmmms, "Indeed. And you'll have to accustom yourself to new chores of   course..." he adds, leaving no doubt about how she's gonna be a very busy   young woman from now on. "..it's a different experience than apprenticeship   with the harpers."

Liona,still bouncy, turns and waves at the nearing Toria and K'ren. But her   attenions are drawn back to Resa, who she hurries up to hug once Gaddie   finally lets go.

Resa nods, "Well, can't be any different than being back at home and helping   mum.."  This harper isn't afraid of chores... nope.  Yet...

Resa returns Liona's hug as she steps away from the Gaderith-snuggle, though   she doesn't go far, just in case. Wouldn't want a dragon galloping through   the gather now would we?

Strethan has disconnected.

K'ren slants a look at the Weyrwoman and then her stomach as she pauses.  His   mouth opens to say something, but before the words are uttered, she's moving   again.   The question is tossed to the wind as he eyes the group again, lips   stretching to accomodate a grin at her tone, "I'm all eyes."

F'dall watches the two exchange their hugs back and forth. Ahhh, there's   always lots of hugging at this time isn't there? He chuckles, and finally   does notice Toria and K'ren coming up towards them, thusly raising his hand   and giving a quick wave of greeting to them both. Hullo!

Toria comes upon F'dall and asks, "What is different then apprenticeship?"    While she tries to sound casual, a knowing smile tugs at the corners of her   lips.  Greetings are sent to Liona and anyone else sending waves their wave,   though her interest is definately peaked.

Liona laughs suddenly, "Now you'll be needing those thick boots, Resa." the   bouncy Liona is now a sharp contrast to her earlier state. Woo, now she'll   never get to sleep, will she? Ahh, sweet hyperness.

F'dall grins at that, and jerks a thumb in Resa's direction. "Candidateship."   he offers by way of explanation, though by all rights, it looks like the   Weyrwoman has already figured that part out. The bronzer chuckles and hooks   his hands into his pockets, as he turns back to view the scene again. Even as   Resa is suddenly free, Gaderith is still crooning and hovering over her.....

Resa laughs and nods to Liona, smiling, "Or some of those strange wooden shoes   I saw Fiana with the other day..."  Seeing the waves and hearing the   weyrwoman's name called, she looks up, adding her hello's to the group.

Pyranth doesn't find Gathers all that interesting, unlike his lifemate.  With   a stretch of his wings, he trudges over to the far end of the gather grounds   and curls up on packed section of dirt, tucking his head beneath a forelimb.    Wake him when it's over.

 Toria grins broadly and looks over at Resa and calls, "Congradulations, and   Welcome."  Again she reaches for her stomach, a pained expression covering   her features.  Shaking her head, she mumbles low so that only F'dall and   K'ren may hear, "I am starving, the baby is being demanding."  In otherwords,   those are hungerpains, not contractions.

K'ren takes a moment to scan the grounds before turning his attention back to   the small group.  A glance falls on Resa and his smile widens,   "Congratulations indeed." he offers, before tilting a curious brow up at   Toria.  A nod follows at her explanation and he seems to relax.

F'dall arches an eyebrow, glancing between K'ren and Toria, before offering   helpfully. "There's -lots- of food here for you to choose from. Any taste   you'd want, you can delve into before it's all done." He smiles encouragingly   then, and turns back to face Gaderith and Resa, rolling his eyes at the   bronze's attentions. He then steps forward, and gestures for her benefit.   "Well...if you're somewhat done here then, we'd best not leave Gaderith   waiting hrm? He's agitated enough as it is and wants to make sure you're   settled."

Resa smiles, thanking the weyrwoman.  Concerned eyes are turned to Toria's   swollen belly, then back to her, but dismisses everything with her comment.    Her attention is snatched away by K'ren's congrats and Gaderith's insistance.   Nodding, she hugs Liona again before padding back towards F'dall and the   bronze dragon. "I guess I'm ready when you are.. all my stuff is at the weyr   already.."

Chesketh waddles in from Sky Above Low Plateau.

K'no dismounts from Chesketh.

Liona blinks, "Wooden shoes?"  she mumbles, with a glance and a chuckle   directed at Gaderith. Most of her usual remarks fall silent in quite   ponderings. She gives Resa a second squeeze, and yup, she's still smiling   broadly.

F'dall smiles, and raises his hand to touch Resa's shoulder, and gently guide   her towards the waiting, and anxious dragon. "Funny how some things do work   out..." he grins, then moving to help her aboard. "We'll have you settled in   short order."

Toria tugs her arm free as her nose catches a scent and she is drawn across   the dwindling crowd toward a particular tent.  Moving as if not by her own   accord, she quickly makes a couple purchases, then promptly returns with a   pair of steaming vegetable pockets, one which she holds out for K'ren.

Resa laughs, nodding as she is lead away. Wow... what an ending to a hectic   week for the harper girl. But... she wouldn't change a second of it! Turning,   she gives F'dall a smile, "Yes... it is, isn't it?"

K'no doesn't bother to dismount, seeing the parade looking like they are about   to remount and head out.  "Did I miss the fun?"  Brownrider waves to the   others and salutes to Toria.  "Hello everybody!"

F'dall eases onto a sheening forelimb, and slides onto bronzen back with an   assisted lift from Gaderith.

You ease onto a sheening forelimb, and slides onto bronzen back with an   assisted lift from Gaderith.

Ample muscles ripple across his burnished-bronze chest and haunches, dwarfing   perfectly proportionate wings upon a swift, compact body in sails of fire and   light.  The pushed-blunt muzzle of his proudly-held head waxes darker on   headknobs and snout, near black as the soot that coats his well-defined   metallic hide, smudged clean here and there in accents of brilliant coppery   patches.  In contrast to the onyx brilliance of his gleaming talons banded in   rings of pearlescent striations, his tail, broad and short, finishes in a   pure jet spade of darkest night, save for a slash of bright gold promise at   the very tip. Hints of brown show amidst bronzen neckridges.
Leather straps crisscross over   dragonhide in precise patterns, and is held tight to dragon's body. Leather   loops hang free, ready for a hand to grasp, whether large or small to provide   assistance in climbing on. Silver also glistens from metal ringlets to help   keep rider in place during flight.
Gaderith is 3 Turns, 1 Month, and 26 Days old.

F'dall and Resa are riding Gaderith

 Astride Gaderith, F'dall climbs aboard, keeping a helping hand out for Resa at   the same time to get her on the dragon's back, and settled properly into   place of course. "Oh nothing -too- much." He says in K'no's direction,   smirking.

Toria waves a vegepocket at K'no, having no free hands at the moment.  She's   too far away for him to hear, but she certainly doesn't look like she is   going to leave until her food is finished, afterall... why else come to a   gather when pregnant?  Certainly not to woo the men with her enourmous belly.

Astride Gaderith, Resa laughs, strapping herself in once on the   bronze's neck with F'dall's neck. You'd think as much as she's done this this   past week, she would have gotten used to it by now!  Strapped in, she offers   a wave and a bright smile.

Liona goes home.

K'ren eyes the offered pocket for a moment before accepting it with a smile,   "Ah, just what I was looking for."  He crumbles the pastry a bit and eyes the   filling -- no meat?  Pity.  A bite is taken, however, words mumbled behind   the mouthful, "Mmm, quite good -- could use something to wash it down..."    Eyes scan the grounds again.  Aha - wine booth!  "Can I get you anything,   Toria?"

Frosty sees Resa climbing onto the bronzes neck and chitter softly,   Flying closer, he questions, then disappears ::between::

K'no smirks.  "You going ::between::, or you want an Escort?"  He grins and   waves happily to Toria.  "I'm guessing you're staying behind, then Toria?"    He grins and pats the brown on the shoulder.  "C'mon, Chesketh, We're going   home!"

Gaderith then lurches skywards at his rider's urging, bugling once to those   dragons still remaining, as he spirals skywards, higher and higher with both   passengers aboard.

Sky Above Low Plateau
Below a small plateau spread out, bordered by hills and cliffs, and a curious   building carved back into the cliff face.
It is a clear, crisp evening  Belior has only a small sliver of light and   Timor is slightly more than three-quarters dark.
It is a spring night.
From here you can go:
Mountain Trail            High Lands                 Down

Chesketh waddles in from Jagged Spires Holding - Low Plateau.

You go ::between::

::between::
 You hang in the freezing blackness of ::between::...
From here you can go:
Nowhere, it seems.

High Above the Center of the Bowl
The great expanse of Telgar's Weyr floor looms below, the scattering of   Weyrfolk are mere specks of shadowed hues against the backdrop of stone gray..
It is a clear, crisp evening  Belior has only a small sliver of light and   Timor is slightly more than three-quarters dark.
It is a spring night.
The following dragons are here: Zorath
From here you can go:
Down                      Northern Curve             Star Stones                Western Curve             Training Grounds                                      Eastern Curve             Feeding Grounds

D'ante offers a wave from the Star Stones as bronze Infernoth bugles a   greeting to F'dall and bronze Gaderith.

You pop in from ::between::

Northern Curve of the Bowl
A symphony of sounds resonate off the weathered face of the cliff as raucous   activity dominates this side of the bowl. Wisps of conversations can be heard   as weyrfolk to and from the living cavern while riders, brandishing full   stomachs, head back to restless lifemates. Shallow grooves, made by powerful   talons, mar the sandy floor and make walking a bit tricky as you try to   navigate through patchy crowds of people in search of your next destination.
It is a clear, crisp evening  Belior has only a small sliver of light and   Timor is slightly more than three-quarters dark.  It is a spring night.
The following dragons are here: Azraeth, Sazarith, Palsth, Akkmidath, Fyseith,   Caedyth, and Remorth
From here you can go:
Central Bowl              Western Curve              Up                         Living Cavern             Eastern Curve                                         Tunnel                    Ground Weyrs

Sky Above Northern Curve of the Bowl, Chesketh has arrived. [+]

Chesketh lands lightly on the ground and furls his wings. K'no dismounts from Chesketh.

F'dall slides from bronzen back and to the ground below with an assisting   forelimb from Gaderith.

Resa slides from bronzen back and to the ground below with an assisting   forelimb from Gaderith.

Thunk goes the brown rider!  He straightens up and stretchs a bit.  "Well, you   two want to stay out here by yourselves for a moment?  Should I mosey along   inside?"  K'no grins a moment.

F'dall arches an eyebrow in K'no's direction, before smirking. "Nooo..." he   muses. "Afterall. I've got a new candidate to settle here..." he chuckles,   reaching out to guide Resa along once more.

Resa laughs, cheeks brightened with the cold of ::between:: as she is helped   from Gaderith's back to the ground. Reaching up, she gives the big lug a pat,   shaking her head once more.  "Thank you Gaderith.. for everything!" she   whisper softly before turning to follow F'dall.

K'no claps for the girl.  "Well, congratulations, Resa.  And welcome aboard!"    He falls in step behind Resa, bringing up the rear of the party, beaming.

F'dall leads said procession now into the weyr itself, and those inner caverns.
F'dall walks toward Main Living Cavern.

The three pass through the living cavern towards the Candidates' Chamber...

Candidates' Chamber
Nestled within the quaint walls of chipped stone lies a few scattered cots,   each with a colorful quilt folded neatly at one end, and a solid-backed chair   stationed near the other.  An array of artwork graces the walls depicting the   life of a dragonrider from the early, white-robed Candidancy days to the   ultimate horror of fighting Thread, seemingly brought to life beneath the   flickering light of various glowbaskets.
You see Chores List, Candidates' Board, a large basket, Kayrelen's Kot, and   Tadiera's Abode with Sanka occupying it here.
F'dall is here.
From here you can go:
Hallway

Resa follows, looking around the room once it is reached. She's walked by it   several times now from the Harper Area, but never has she actually been   inside it yet. The nervous jitters pick that time to hit...

F'dall moves down the line of cots, many of them now occupied as he casts his   glance left and right. "Just find and empty one, and you can call it yours   for some time." he offers in Resa's direction, turning about to face her   fully. "You'll have a rather large number of fellow candidates in the same   room, but you'll grow accustomed to it."

Resa nods, listening still as she follows down the aisle. Knees start knocking   again, right foot turns into a second left and down she goes with a squeak!

F'dall is -already- there though, moving to catch Resa in record time as he   reaches out, easily taking her weight in his arms. "Easy now..." he offers,   as he straightens then, making sure that she's upright, and not letting go   unless he's sure she can stand on her own. "One's got to pay attention to   their own feet here..." he chuckles.

Resa catches onto F'dall, turning a bright red face up to his, "tha..thanks  F'dall... sorry... I'm fine.." she mutters in that squeaky voice. Legs scramble  to sort themselves out under her. Standing straight, she shoots another  embarrassed glance towards F'dall, "hmm.. thanks..." Dazed, confused and now  clumsy? What now?

And due to Star Stones going down at that point...  this is where the evening ends for Resa after being Searched!