Star Stones - Wednesday, March 17, 1999, 7:23 PM
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Alliyah walks out toward the lake. Sitting on her shoulder is her little
brown flit, it's tail sitting across her shoulders, behind her neck.
Ripple creels at Alliyah.
Archer hisses. Get that thing away from her.
Yelena is, as usual, sunbathing down the beach quite a ways down from
those egg things. And that Archer, too.
Tarilane walks in from Southwestern Bowl.Alliyah blinks up at the hissing
Firelizard. Ripple creels a bit as Alliyah moves further down the beach,
away from and past the eggs.
Coincidentally enough, Archer's demeanour is most fitting to Yelena's. She
lounges in HER wallow of sand, a short distance from the mound of eggs
(all hers, don't pay any attention to that wild gold who's been flitting
about), glaring idly at all present.
Ripple croons, and flits up to perch somewhere high as Alliyah settles on
the shoreline.
Further down the beach, darker curls -- to match her darker, broody  mood
-- refuse to bounce. Yelena's hair echoes her usual attitude as she lays
on her stomach, torso and head propped up by placing her weight on her
elbows. She glances down the beach, watching.
Viriani walks, Free at Last in from Southwestern Bowl.
Alliyah looks up to search the sky and the outside for her small flit. The
brown firelizard wings back to his Lifemate, landing on her shoulder and
curling up.
Astrea has arrived.
Kis has arrived.
Viriani follows her dog in, the crazy thing running about in circles,
"Calm down!" she shouts to it, trying to get it under control, the Maniac
just splashes into the water where she leaves it.
Rhea has arrived.
Lynnea walks in from Southwestern Bowl.
Archer gets her back all up in a fit of hissing as the canine bounds past.
No respect!
Lynnea trundles in, her omnipresent towel carried with her.
Alliyah sits by the lakeshore still, reaching up to pet her flit, smiling
softly. "Maybe we'll go for a swim in a bit, eh, Ripple." Upon seeing
Lynnea, she waves and calls to her, "Hi Lynnea!"
Kaeldra walks in from Weyr Lake Shallows.
Astrea wanders in curiously, peeking about at all the noise. She raises
her eyebrows critically at the sight of the lady with a canine. Er. Let's
leave that one alone. She begins to back up slightly, but pauses as more
and more people tottle on in. There might be entertainment here...if she
can find it.
Mel has arrived.
Rhea walkes over to StarFlower and scolds the feline angrly. "So there's
where you wandered off to! You had me worried sick!"
Lynnea smiles and waves, "Hello there! Quite a crowd here today..."
Tarilane frowns, continuing to scan the beach. "I'm sure he's here. I'm
sure of it" she stamps her foot. "Ooooo...brothers make me /so/ mad" she
mutters fouly to herself, watching as other people wander onto the beach.
Well, it appears she'll never find him in /this/ crowd.
Unless...perhaps...someone here has seen him? Nah, probably not. Knowing
Nalir. A hiss catches her attention. Green hide registers in her irritated
mind as she attempts to make sense of this all. Is it bathing time? Or is
there some gather she wasn't notified of. Figures, probably and Nalir
didn't tell her.
Rubber Baby Buggy Bumper Egg quivers a bit... nah, it must've been the
sand kicked up by the dog.
Astrea reconsiders. "Hello," she murmurs to a person she bumps into. Quite
a quiet crowd - so make that entetainment here...if she can /make/ it.
I'shra twitches faintly, rolling to lean against one great forepaw as
Kyraith is crooned to, a faint smile touching her face as eyes cloud over
briefly; she's touched by the dragon's mind, oblivious of all else as her
snack of meatroll dangles from fingers. "Hush, love - people are here, but
you'll get your bath eventually."
Alliyah nods, standing. Ripple shifts his weight just a bit and creels, as
Alli moves over to Lynnea, "Yeah, really." She reaches up again, holding
out a small chunk of wherry to the small brown flit. Ripple creels happily
and begins to eat. "Going for a swim?"
Lynnea smiles, "Aye, as always. Nice to have company, really."
StarFlower streaches slowly before standing to greet Rhea the look on her
face saying, "So you found me I've been avoiding you all day."
Viriani catches the dog as it comes out of the water, it shakes itself in
her arms, spraying water upon her and those near her, "Ooh, why did I ever
get you? Those eyes of yours are mis-leading," though these words are
scolding, she really loves the puppy and hugs it too her.
Alliyah nods, "Yeah. I might go for a swim in a bit. Ripple enjoys the
water." She giggles softly at the brown Firelizard on her shoulder, who
creels softly.
A groaning sound comes from down the beach. Yelena repositions herself to
a sitting position and mutters loudly about her solitude and peace being
disturbed. "You /could/ keep it down over there. And keep that wet canine
away from me!"
Betty's Bitter Batter Egg wobbles, as if trying to burrow into the sand
and away from all that noise.
Tarilane looks around at all the people and sighs, as if accepting her
fate. Well, when in Igen...better do as the Igenites do, right? Eyes stray
to a canine calavanting through the area, and then stop as a few objects
catch her attention. Rocks? No, that one looked as if it moved. Or was it
from the canine? Oh, things are so confusing. Why couldn't her brother
just have been where he said he'd be to save her this trouble?
Kis hop-skips in with a lunch assortment of various rolls, making her way
behind this, that or the other person.. Weeding out a route to the edge of
the lake, wrestling thick boots off, immersing stark-white bare feet in
the ripp'ling waters.  Oooo.
Knot is fiddled with, another stare cast towards the waters as I'shra
navigates -- the crowds are skirted, Kyraith left behind to doze absently
with the occasional twitch of her tail as a wave is shot to'ards Yelena,
"Y'seem familiar," is the vague greeting, though - brow is furrowed - "Do
I know'y?"
Mel bounds in, bandaged arm at side, meatrolls in good hand, she giggles
as she runs off from the boys cahsing her, "Can't catch me!" is yelled as
she looks back, then, accidentally bumping into a rider, she falls, and
peering up through her eyes pouts, "I'm sorry," girl says slowly, standing
and walking off a little slower, the boys gone off, them having found
somthing better to do...
Rhea smiles at her felines unenthusiastic greeting, "Well I'm happy to see
you too." 
StarFlower gives Rhea another look before lieing back down in the sand and
purring as Rhea sits down to pet her, after all humans arn't that bad.
Kaeldra climbs out of the lake and looks up, recoiling in horror.
/People/. Gaze flicks wildly up and down the beach, but her towel seems to
have disappeared. One hand feebly attempts to cover the skin left bare by
her skimpy bikini, but she soon gives it up, and begins winding her way
through the crowd, searching for her stuff. There it is, right by the --
center of the crowd, by the clutch. Shards, and it's /moving/. No wonder
so many people are about.
Gershom has arrived.
The Sheik's Sixth Sheep Egg grumbles eggishly as it's bumped by one of its
siblings. How about some room, here?
Yelena's gaze focuses on I'shra. The wave is not returned though she does
slowly unlatch her legs from under her and stand up. "It's possible. As
Igen Hold's heir and currently a" she grimaces ever so slightly
"fosterling here at the Weyr, most people are aware of who I am."
Ripple croons and digs his small, albeit sharp claws into Alliyah's
shoulder. The girl winces, looking at the flit with her gold-flecked eyes
which reflect the colour of the ocean
Spook pops in from ::between::
A stray wisp of blonde hair is absently tucked behind one ear by slim,
nervous fingers as Astrea scans the crowd. Hmmm, yes. Naturally, she
noticed the eggs as soon as she entered. But of course it wouldn't be
polite to go over until more people have gathered. So she simply sits - or
stands still and sidles slightly closer to the shivering clutch.
Rhea sees the clutch next to her is actually moving and jumps a foot. 
"I could swear that your face was familiar," is I'shra's rejoinder, a brow
arched -- "Igen Hold's heir?" Shrug is changed to a slight smile, and she
nods her head ever-so-faintly, "I'm I'shra."
Lynnea glances around, "Shards, it's loud. Maybe I should swim later."
Alliyah grimaces at Ripple, "Ripple, what in the Shards are you doing? If
you want to go fly around, I'm not stopping you." Ripple continues to
creel softly to Alliyah as the redheaded girl looks to Lynnea, "I
noticed..." 
StarFlower starts to meow pitifully.
Betty's Bitter Batter Egg rocks a bit, wobbling around in a small circle
as though seeking a quieter spot. Bump... bump... whoops, sorry... bump...
Confusing. Yup, that's what things are. Now Tarilane /knows/ she saw one
of those rocks move. And it wasn't from some kicked up dirt. Eyes scan the
crowd restlessly for someone, anyone she might know. No such luck,
apparently. Great, so she's stuck in a place she's not visited much,
looking for her no-good brother, without anyone she knows, in a large mob,
at a hatching. How lovely. Well, the hatching part isn't so bad at least.
Should be interesting.
Rhea takes some meat out of her pouch and feeds it to the crying feline,
"Sorry StarFlower didn't mean to let you starve, did you see that egg
move?"
Rubber Baby Buggy Bumper Egg is bumped in passing! It teeters, it 
totters, and finally wobbles off onto its lumpy side.

In the middle of the night, Rubber Baby Buggy Bumper Egg goes rolling 
 in its sleep, 'cross the desert sands of truth, to crack and reveal River
of 
 Dreams Blue Hatchling.
River of Dreams Blue Hatchling
Foamy white-capped current flows in swirling whirlpools of clear blue 
 over this doughty fellow's hide. Jewelled eyes sparkle with curiousity
and 
 shine with an adventurer's will to see over the next horizon. Neckridges
are 
 tarnished with brown, like water-splashed rocks amid the roiling stream; 
 wings are sheened with mossy green. Dreamer, stargazer, traveller he;
rawhide 
 tough and determined to pin down the meaning of life... or at least keep
his 
 stomach full.

Viriani frowns at the dog and pats it on the nose, not too hard though,
"Calm down, look at the people you got wet," she frowns as the dog noses
her pouch, which nowadays, carrys meat for him, "Oh no you don't, you just
ate not to long ago," she frowns and sits down not to far from the rocks,
er eggs anmd placing the dog in her lap, starts to pet it.
Yelena listens as I'shra speaks, dark eyes scanning the speaker as her
equally dark curls are flipped to land behind her shoulders. While her
lips do tug into a smile-like motion, it's more of a predatory display
than an overly friendly one. "Well met, then. My name is Yelena." It's a
statement, and as her full attention is currently on I'shra, any egg
motions go unnoticed.
Mayana wanders in, for once, without usual mob of weyrbrats accompanying
young nanny, hands stuffed in pockets as coils of mocha hair jolt around
face with each ambled step, but as crowds are spied, dramatic brows on
girl's face raises with a blink, peering around more, "What th'...there
party I missed or something?" she drawls question to fairly no-one in
perticular as scuffed feet dare brave crowd -- eggs blithely not noticed
yet.
Gershom walks along with a slight bounce to his step, a knapsack slung
over his shoulder and a chirrupping firelizard perched on the other.  He
perks a bit as he sees the crowd in the distance, smirking to himself, "So
much for a boring day of gophering.."
Kis munches 'pon a cheese roll, eyeing throngs.  Peeeeople.  *gobble* As
eggs tax vague recognition from starcrafter, Kis cranes her neck 'bout,
the better to spy with -- and spies, yes indeedy, the infantesque blue.
And giggles. *heeh*  Eggs, hatchlings.  Such a good excuse to giggle.
Lynnea glances at the eggs, and the newlys hatched blue, "Oh, Faranth, no.
Definately wait till later." She heads as far from the eggs as she can get
and still be part of the group, "This bodes badly for the kitchens."
Alliyah reaches into her pouch, "Ripple, calm down." From the pouch on her
belt is produced a bit of wherry as she begins to feed her flit again. Her
gaze pans around until it falls on the sudden arrival of the small blue
firelizard. "Funny, Lynnea." And with that, she moves closer through the
throng to watch the hatching. She got lucky and impressed last time.
Doubtful this time, though she's quite happy with her little brown flit.
Astrea silently slips into the circle nad settles softly upon the sand.
Cocking her head, slate blue eyes examine the fire lizard. Fingers fumble,
unseeing, for the pouch beneath a fold in her skirt.
Claudio-upon-her-shoulder protests indignantly as a scrap of his wherry -
/his/ wherry! - appears, apparently about to be wasted upon the ingrate
blue toodling around below. Astrea merely shooes him away...
Lynnea says, "Funny how? I'm serious. More hatchlings means more of those
pests bothering my kitchen staff and ruining meals.""
Mel pouts as she stands in the middle of the crowd, no friends nearby, and
no cat, "Paint!" is called out, a few turn to blink at her oddly, "Paint!
Here kitty,kitty!" she calls, why Paint is the cats name of course, one of
her bunch of meatrolls is popped into mouth as she walks along, somthing
hits her legs and she reaches down to see what it is, she picks it up and
sees that its a piece of an egg, "Flitty eggs!" she exclaims to herself,
flitty is her nickname for firelizards, she looks up and sees the blue,
crouching she holds out a meatroll, stripped of its breading, cat
forgotten, her attention is on the hatchlings.
"Nice hatchling," is Ish's only comment to notice the egg hatched, her
meatroll held in hands and the blue ignored with a grin at Yelena, a
moment's thought taken; "Hm. I seem to have met you, but I really can't
remember -- Well met, Yelena. You're a fosterling here?" A wave is spun
off to Mayana, upon noticing the the nanny amidst the crowds.

River of Dreams Blue Hatchling flaps his wings wetly and shakes egg-goo
from his eyes, stumbling forward several unsteady steps out onto the
beach. A chirr whistles from his throat as he peers about. He can /smell/
the water... and something else. Food, perhaps?

Rhea sees an egg actually hatch, "See Star! I told you they where moving!
You don't mind if I share some of your food do you?" Without waiting for a
meow of consent the food is held out in the genral direction of the
hatchling.
Betty's Bitter Batter Egg continues to roll about in a small circle.
Rollin' rollin' rollin'...
Alliyah manages to move a bit closer, though not by much. There are just
too many people here. Ripple, however, creels softly to Alliyah and then
flits from her shoulder, winging through the air and toward a new place to
watch from.
Yelena nods her head at I'shra, almost as if she can't believe the
question was asked. "I /did/ just so as much did I not? You may recall
that I arranged all the planning and details for the ball to celebrate
Gamma's two Turns of weyrwomaning here?"
Viriani strokes the dog, she takes out a piece of meat and gives it to
him, which Maniac gobbles up. The next piece she tosses out, near the
blue, she lifts her head to see where it fell and sees the blue hatchling,
"Hello! What do we have here," why its a hatching of course! She tosses a
few more, resratining the dog so her dosen't go after the poor things.
Gershom shifts the weight of the knapsack a bit, trying not to disturb
Spook -too- much.  He quietly approaches the group, craning his neck over
the ones who're kneeling, "Well, this is a familiar scene.."  He grins and
rocks back a bit on his heels, content not to push his way anywhere just
yet.
Mayana arches a dark brow as ears catch whisp of general talk, then
cherubic round face instantly rippling slightest expression of
disgruntlement, "Blimey not 'em things again.." she mumbles under her
breath, pivoting on heel to exit before pausing a moment -- erph, the
weyrbrats await back in the cavern...bratpack of firelizards..which is the
lesser evil? No matter, as I'shara is spied, Maya makes up mind, bobing
head in greeting, girl turns to manuver crowd towards greenrider friend.
"Issssh!"
Kis licks her fingers briefly after *ahem* disposing of the last of the
cheese roll and plucks a meat roll next -- gooey.  Smelly.  Yum.  Toes
waggle around a bit in the lake, absorbing all that niiice wet and doing
the classic bloat-and-turn-whiter than that happens after too long of a
soak.  Wiggle-waggle.  Water's good.
"Actually, no, I don't recall. Was I supposed to have?" I'shra replies,
blinking slightly at Yelena before waving it off dismissively; a smile
spreads across her face, and a grin is aimed at Mayana with the greeting
of waggled fingers, "Come o'er here, Maya!" 
Betty's Bitter Batter Egg bumps, finally, into the solid surface of a 
 clutchmate, with enough force to shiver and pause for a moment...
Tarilane blinks, watching the new blue hatchling that everyone ooos and
ahhhs over. Well, can't blame them. He is a cute little thing. Her eyes
flick to the second rocking egg as the blue upon her own shoulder, Mitsuru
he's called, chirps and chitters and is generally annoying. Telling Tari
to sit down, move forward, get meat, do /anything/ but just stand there as
she's doing. She does look a tad forlorn, standing still in the midst of
the attentive crowd
Astrea still doesn't offer th e strip of wherry, letting it dangle from
her fingertips as she surveys the crowd once more. Quitea few people. A
brief thought passes through her mind - some kind of party ofr a Gather?
And no one told me? After another quick glance, however, that thought is
abandoned. Far too casually dressed, these people. She glances out of the
corner of her eye at a strange young lass talking to her feline; she
prudently decides to keep to herself. Leaning back upon her hands, she
waits.

She's been living in her Betty's Bitter Batter Egg as long as anyone with
hot blood can, and now Uptown Girl Green Hatchling is lookin' for a
downtown... dinner. High-pitched creel pierces the air as she steps free
of the remnants of her shell.
Uptown Girl Green Hatchling
A dash of antique gold burnishes petite olive head set on long, lithe
neck. Delicate, translucent emerald wings are held gingerly outstretched
to maintain equally delicate balance, each twitch of slim tail marking a
precise motion. Thin, but longer than average, she carries herself with
svelte grace. Too eager to love, her youthful impetuousness betrays her
queenly bearing.

Mel turns to the green, stripped meatroll now dangling near blue, her eyes
not upon it, "Oooh, pretty!" she almost squeals as she watches the purty
green hatch.
StarFlower meows an objection when she see her food being offered then
gives it up for a lost cause her human didn't seem to be listing to her.
Dark eyes roll. Yelena doesn't seem amused at I'shra's response. Her hand
waves in a dismissal of sorts. "It was only /the/ event of the Turn.
Possibly of the Pass! Anyone who was anyone attended, and I was
responsible for the entire thing." Yelena makes it sound as if nobody else
lifted a finger except for her. Which is about as opposite to the truth as
possible.
Alliyah flicks her gold-flecked gaze to the batter egg and the
olive-coloured hatchling that proceeds to be revealed from inside. With a
smile, and unsure of what to do, she kneels down and removes a wherry
chunk and some dried herdbeast from the pouch on her belt, holding them in
her hand softly. With a quick flick of her wrist, a piece of the wherry is
sent winging through the air toward both Flits.
Kaeldra glances between the hatchling and her towel, and then up at the
green who guards them. One of 'em must've dragged that towel over there
into the 'no-go zone'. She walks over and rummages in her untouched
belongings -away- from the clutch and pulls out her lunch. Maybe if she
lured them away from the towel she could go and get it.
Green = purrrrty.  Like the lil-Siesta-brat-on-Kis'-shoulder, clamped down
fiercely and wailing like there's no tomorrow -- Kis got meat.  Siesta
want meat.  Like she always does, as a bulging tummy would suggest.
Apprentice grins maliciously at her own greeny-goo and waggles her
meatroll a smidge.  Then a smidge more.  Gotta lub them 'lizards.

Uptown Girl Green Hatchling preens, flapping her wings industriously to
dry them, jeweled eyes peeking coyly at the crowd. All these offerings
from weyr girls 'n boys... and she's got her choice.

Stoutly ignoring Yelena's eye-rolling with the typical denseness -- or
simply, the refusal to acknowledge -- of the greenrider's typical manner,
I'shra merely makes another comment, "Hm. I like the newest hatchling out.
Think I should go 'fer her?" Meatroll is dipped down, twitched lightly
towards the green hatchling.
Rhea turns her attention to the green for a second but then decides she
would rather offer food to the blue the felines plea is heard and a quick
piece is set in front of the feline, "I know its your food StarFlower but
look how sweet the blue is!"
Robyn has arrived.
Mela has arrived.
Tarilane raises her eyebrows as she sees a green emerge from the shards of
the egg she was watching, surprise on her face as she had not expected so
lovely a gem to come forth. Her blue nearly throttles her as she just
stands there, and she sighs, removing the long blue tail from around her
slender neck with a scowl. "Alright. /Alright/!" she mutters under her
breath, kneeling down and searching in vain for some tidbit or morsel to
offer the Uptown Green Hatchling. But what's she thinking? Two different
worlds, truly...one from the north and one from the south. Uptown and
downtown? Whatever.
Gershom slowly unslings the knapsack from his shoulders as the better
batter egg is baked into a white bread green.  He digs a hand carefully
into the sack, "Hmmm.. cook won't mind if there's a -little- bit missing,
I'm sure."  He grins as his hand finds a bit of wherry, carefully pulling
it out and keeping it out of reach of his own blue, "This isn't for you,
Spook.. besides, it isn't even the way you like it."
"Comin' Comin'.." Is Mayana's usual response, managing nudge past few more
husky hatching attendees to plop to knees 'side greenrider with a little
impish grin, "Seems we always run inta each other stuck at these things."
she notes musedly before flicking doe-eyed gaze towards hatchlings
emmerging - it's a spectator sport, honest.

River of Dreams Blue Hatchling toddles along the perimeter of the clutch.
He may be a downtown boy, but maybe someday when his ship comes in... that
is, if he could just find that river he's been lookin' for.

Lynnea just watches, a glower on her face, "Make sure you all train them
to stay out of my kitchens!"
Trea has arrived.
Mela walks in with a mild look of surprise.  She was off on an
herb-hunting expedition with a probationary healer when they discovered
the commotion around here.  Ah, a hatching!  Now, why do these things
always pop up when she's working? She digs in her pocket for her lunch.
Viriani sighs a bit as she strokes the dog, the meat she has tossed,
flowing towards her like a river, shes not an uptown or downtown gal, but
a water lover, sail away!
Kaeldra glances at the others and takes a cue, kneeling down on the ground
and pulling the herdbeast out of her sandwhich to wiggle it at the
hatchlings. "Come on, come over here...'way from my towel..." she mutters
under her breath, more to herself than the hatchlings. This out to work,
right?
"Oh Lynnea, do be quiet" Yelena calls over to Lynnea. "You know you can't
train a firelizard. They're no smarter than the average watch wher." As
she speaks, she absently curls a dark strand of hair around a finger.
Ripple creels from his new perch, a small rock a bit away from the
firelizards. His Lifemate, the fieryhaired maiden kneeling amongst the
throng of people nearer to the clutch than she should be, however, begins
to watch the two revealed firelizards, both of them quite beautiful and
striking. Alliyah, however, has her eyes, which are the colour of seafom,
set on the blue flit that stands off from her a bit. Her gaze flicks to
the green every now and again, as she begins to rummage in her pouch for
another wherrybit, and holds the already-proffered bit out with her other
hand. And suddenly, she looks up and whistles, still proffering the treat
for the already-revealed firelizards. Ripple reacts to the whistle with a
creel, and goes -Between-.
Lynnea snorts, "Quite possibly, but lots of people have. Though, maybe I
should allow them in... I wonder what reciepies I can come up with for
them. Would they be more like herdbeast6 or wherry, do you think?
Then by all means, bring in the altar!  Nonono.  Kis isn't'a /offering/
nuthin'.  You'd think food would be enough, without it being offered to
missy egocentric like she was a goddess.  Appy wavies her 'roll a tad
more, fingers crackled from conducting chores around the clock.. Feet sway
under the pull of the lake; eyes to-fro shifting, really gettin' into that
inspection thang.

Uptown Girl Green Hatchling lifts her pert nose and scents the air
delicately, picking her way daintily across the sand. Such... intriguing
smells! She would have left that blasted eggshell sooner if she'd known
what was out here.

Astrea gazes about with astonishment. How extraordinary. To her left and
her right, there were people throwing food at the hatchlings. Toes bury
into sand, wigling slightly, as she pulls her knees up to her chin. As the
River hatchling wanders closer, her hand shifts - hesitates - and after a
thoughtful pause slides forward. Her eyes, howevr, lingre upon the green
for a long moment, her gaze becoming more interested. A coquette, they
say. Examining her with an experienced eye, Astrea sees the signs of a
natural - and a partner in crime. A smile twitches one corner of her mouth
as she returns her attention to the blue.
Yelena shrugs. "How should /I/ know? I don't even know where that pest of
a blue thing is half the time" she says. The other half of the time she is
probably too busy brushing her hair or shopping for new clothes to even
remember she has one. He only comes around when he feels like pestering
her anyway.
StarFlower eats the meat in front of her and contents herself with glaring
hostilly at the blue. If she can't keep her human from offering food she
would just have to keep the little winged things away from her human.
"You're a little bit slow," teases I'shra softly, words reinforced by the
faint rumbling of Kyraith somewhere to the backround. Broad grin is given
towards Mayana, and then the meatroll is dangled towards the green with an
affable beam at Yelena with a decisive nod of her head; "Well, I'm goin'
for'er."
Mela pulls out some meatrolls and a package of meat scraps, originally
intended for her own flitts, who seem to have disappeared on her.  She
takes a bite out of a meatroll, she's hungry herself, and pulls out a
couple long scraps of meat. She shoves the rest of the meatroll in her
mouth and offers a scrap to each newly hatched flitt.
Tarilane's hand finally comes in contact with a meatroll saved over from
her last meal. A meal that seems far away now, but such is the life of an
Ovine Herder. Or at least one who's good-for-nothing brother won't even
meet her when he's supposed to. She'll have to pay Nalir back later. But
for now, to the waggle! A beat of some sort comes out of the twitching of
the meatroll in her hand, offered towards the pert Uptown Girl Hatchling.
A smirk forms on the lips of Tari...yes, she's a beauty alright, probably
would like to live in a world of luxury. Nothing like that offered
here...just a good home.
Mel sits a little straighter, shes like, like, an uptown girl too, she,
she can even sit straight! Girl holds out meatroll offering, see, even the
yucky bread part has been taken off, ain't it like, cool? Totally!
Trea walks in, laden with a satchel slung over one shoulder, having come
from the weyr itself.  Out on some vague herding trip, it seems, checking
on the weyr's beaststock. On seeing the hatching, she pauses, not very
surprised. Green tends to have clutches everywhere anyway, and she sets
the pack down, hand coming up with a small package that wafts sweet scents
of pastry.
Gershom draws the string of the sack tight again, setting it on the ground
before he crouches to join it.  He rolls his eyes with an amused grin as
Spook again tries to get at the wherry.  Shaking his head, he breaks off a
small bit and holds it up, "See?  No blood.  You wouldn't want it anyway.
And I think a few younger ones might."  He leans forward a bit, looking
over at the eggs and hatchlings..
Kis smush-twitches a fresh meatroll (after devouring the last of the
other, mm-mm) a widdle more green-wards, wrestling with her inner-self to
conceal a smile.. funky things, firelizards.  She scootchies a bit closer
to the water, sinking feet deeper -- shake that groove thang, yeah yeah.
Woops.. there goes meatroll into the water.  'Can easily be remedied:
there're many more where that came from, but.. who could resist such an
opportune moment to tizzy-fuss over the soaking of a meal?  Bleh.

River of Dreams Blue Hatchling sticks his head into a small wallow of 
 sand. Is it there? *sneeze* Nope. He pulls his head back and cranes it
about, 
 peering. Oh, that's a pretty green over there... maybe she'll help him
find 
 what he's been looking for.

Ripple pops in from -Between- a little above alliyah's head. Floating
softly down, he lands on top of her head and curls up in her fiery
tresses, creeling softly. Alliyah chuckles a little and holds up her free
hand, producing a sizeable chunk of wherry for her flit. With another
creel, the little brown flit lifts his head and begins to eat. Alliyah
smiles at her little treasure and continues to hold out a wherrybit for
one of the Hatchlings. Without trying to draw much attention, the meat is
wriggled softly before her, hopefully in sight of the hatchlings.
Kaeldra wiggles her herdbeast strip some more. 'Sgood stuff she's got
here. They could at least come a bit closer to smell it so she can get her
towel, y'know. *wiggle, wiggle* Just as long as they head for somebody and
-don't- step on it.
Dankanta walks in from Southwestern Bowl.
Viriani is sitting between the green and blue, well, almost, oh, yeah, she
has a maniac dog in her lap, who shes trying to restrain from eating the
river of wherry meat she made towards the blue, "Calm down or I'm gonna
lock you up from now on!" she scolds the reddish colored dog.
StarFlower gives the blue a disgusted look and hisses under her breath
then at a sharp look from her human goes back to just staring. No rivers
over here!

Uptown Girl Green Hatchling's tail twitches through the sand, leaving
delicate traces behind her. She sits up to get a better look at the
various offerings, a moment spared to chirp at her wandering
clutchbrother. Go look elsewhere, you silly blue. These are HER people.
Dankanta  looks around, "Oh I." she says shyly. 
Lynnea continues watching. All her disdane doesn't change that she's never
seen a firelizard hatching before,"You know, they're even uglier when they
are born than when they've grown. Sound more annoying, ttoo."
Mayana just shakes her head alittle as she idly rocks back on her heels
where she's crouched, moving to idly procure a bit of jerky strip in
fingers, twiddling bit of shredded dried meat in palm abit before popping
bit in her mouth as dark eyes idly watch crowd scene - nope, no uptown
class over here. Maya is a rather downtown sort.

River of Dreams Blue Hatchling pauses, momentarily befuddled. Wait...
wait! Did he hear a splash? He whips around, stumbling over his own feet
as he tries to turn too quickly, and gambols toward the lake shore. No
river, but it looks so deep... something MUST be in there.

Gershom smirks as his Blue finally takes his word for it, resting its head
down on the boy's shoulder.  Gershom looks up and tosses a wave in
greeting toward K'den, then gets down to business.  Leaning forward, he
holds that piece of wherry out, wiggling it a bit.
Rhea gives her feline a quick look, "Stop that Star! Your going to scare
him but thats what your planning isn't it?" A small bit off blood drips
from her meat and a small river of blood starts to form.
Mel smiles at the green's chirp, of course we're her people, well, at
least Mel ir, or so she thinks. Meatroll is proferred green-wards, she
hopes the green see her offering, none for blue so, whatever!
A snippet of that meatroll is torn, fingers poking at it absently -- hazel
eyes regard it critically, as I'shra remains on the offskirts of the
crowds, a nudge sent towards Mayana with a sidelong glance arched at her.
"Think the hatchlings like meatroll? S'all I've got," is her murmured
question, as then her gaze lifts to follow the green, the said food
outstretched with slim fingers.
Kis is her own people.. or something like that.  *whinewhine*  There goes
that lovely lil meatroll, drifting away and getting soggy.. Kis whimpers,
a bit loudly, and makes a show of hesitation: which is worse, getting a
roll wet or getting your/self/ wet?  What isn't already, anyway.  With
wave-like stuffs jumping up on you alla the time, you sort of get wetter,
even if you had only meant to dampen your feet a lil.
The Sheik's Sixth Sheep Egg... doesn't move. Ha ha, made you look!
Dankanta  puddles through her many pockets. "Ahh!" She grabs out a heftly
meatroll. Umm, she's really.
Tarilane wiggles and waggles her meatroll to the beat of a tune in her
mind, a little smile painted on her youthful face. Nope, no lap of luxury
for the green to live in with Tariof course, there is always the entourage
of blues she'd have to cosset and attend her. Wait on her every need. Oil
and such, Tari supposes. Cinnamon curls are brushed away from her
befreckled cheeks as she watches the green shoo the blue away. Of course,
the dainty one is probably wanting high society. Wiggle wagglthe meatroll
is available for food, to the tune of a beat of wagglings. Gold-flecked
eyes keep sight of the antique gold-painted green.
Viriani watches in horrer as her dog runs and splashes into the lake
again, meat carryed in his mouth, only to be dropped again, "Maniac!" Viri
calls out as half-scold, half-call for dog to come back, she stands -hands
on hips- and begins her walk over to where the dog is standing, grinning
at her.
Alliyah 's eyes follow the little blue's progress across the sands
unconsciously. The wherry in her hand continues to wiggle a bit, as Ripple
finishes his tidbit. Finally with a free hand, Alliyah reaches up to
pushes some loose red hair away from her seagreen eyes. Ripple, meanwhile,
creels tiredly and curls up on top of Alliyah's head. The girl, thankful
her flit isn't too big yet, continues to let her gaze follow the Blue
Firelizard.
Mayana chuckles with a grin to friend as she idly chews abit of jerky
stuck in side of mouth - making for a rather crooked grin, "Might well
try? Ya know m'theory worked last time." she returns, absently shaking a
loose crumble of shredded wherry in hand towards emmerging hatchlings,
"Ne'er know about them sorts, though."

Uptown Girl Green Hatchling's never had a backstreet guy, that much is
true. But then, too, not all high-class girls WANT high-class boys.
There's a rather intent-looking one over there. Hmm... interesting. She
scoots lightly forth to investigate further.

Slate blue eyes widen as the green obviously warns off her brother,
possessive of . A low chuckle rises from Astrea's throat as she nods in
appreciation of survival instincts. It's a tough world out there,, but two
classy girls can really wrap it around their collective little fingers.
'Tis true.
Dankanta  looks about at the many hatchings her eyes glitter with
intention. She stares at each of the eggs, "Oh pretties!" She smiles,
unfolding her meatrolls to the firelizards. "Oh! A green! Come littel
one." She glares at the green.
Mel watches as the green moves away, but they could, like, go shopping,
and, like talk about boys! Mel frowns a bit but smiles again as she tosses
lurvly piece of meat towards green.
Kaeldra switches the herdbeast to the other hand and wiggles it again
while the first is wiped on...hey, she needs a napkin or something. Her
hand's all sticky and all she's wearing is a bikini. The meat in her hand
wiggles only sporadically now, when she remembers enough to keep it going.
Mela watches the little blue head for the lake with a small smile.  She
likes the water, too.  She tries to catch his attention with her growing
river of juice from those meat scraps.  What is it about juice that it
always streams?
"So, what was your theory?" -- is I'shra's mumbled question to Mayana -the
meatroll is aimed towards the Uptown Girl Green Hatchling with the clutch
of fingers to dance it lightly; "It was to, what -- hrm, waggle it, or
wobble it or something?"

River of Dreams Blue Hatchling splashes into the water, the lapping waves
quickly coming up to his chest and splashing over his face. Fearlessly he
noses about in the lake. Looking for something... gotta be food in here
somewhere.

Dankanta  glitters, high case indeed! (to the green) She smirks, "Want a
meatroll? I mean my meatroll?" she stares at the many people with dripping
meatrolls. Umm, yeah! Ok, she smiles again.
Wood Chucking Woodchuck Egg, unlike its seeming sheepish sibling, has had
quite enough of this not-moving stuff. Rock, rock.
May walks in from Southwestern Bowl.
Tarilane watches the green scoot across the sand, meatroll still
a-wiggling and a-waggling to a hidden beat. Tari certainly isn't a
high-class guy...or high-class girl for that matter. Merely an Ovine
Keeper's Assistant...blues in tow, of course! Mitsuru nearly throttles her
again for leaving her out of the thoughts of her mind. She'd feel classy
with such a green, gold-painted as her own eyes are...but then again there
is much more to a green than the color of the hide. Personality, for
example. And this one seems loaded. Wiggle waggle wiggle...perhaps it
wasn't such a bad thing afterall that Nalir decided to abandon her here.
Among such high-class people and hatchlings.
Mayana lets a tsk escape lips with a shake of head, "You've /forgotten/?"
she mock admonishes with a grin, "See...ya hold it loose-like in yer
hand....then do a flick...and...well, kind of a wobble---waggle?" she
explains sagely, giving a slight twitch of wrist containing few shredded
bits of morsels in example -- as if Maya was any big expert on /anything/.
uh huh.
Even meatrolls are better than Yelena's offerings of nothing but her usual
haughty look that lands on each of the eggs and hatchlings in turn. "So
this is what the fuss is then?" she asks as if she has just arrived and
not been lounging on the beach the entire time.
Raiden has arrived.
StarFlower follows the blue and watches it in the water then hisses
disdainfully again. Crazy wing thing getting wet on purpouse like that.
Pure insanity. Ah well that ment it was less likely to approch HER human
and HER food.
Alliyah giggles softly at the little blue's antics. He likes water more
than she does, it appears. Atop her fiery hair, her brown flit looks like
a sortof felt hat as she stands and begins to walk toward the blue just a
bit. The herdbeast strips continue to dominate her grasp and she comes to
a stop a bit away from the blue, smiling at the sapphire flit and kneeling
once again. She is content to watch the blue one for the time being,
watching it paddle through the water.
Viriani just stares at her dog as he drops the meat pretty far out, she
blinks and stares more as the hatchling goes into the water, she follows
slowly, yet caustiously, don't want to disturb him in his quest, she
tosses out another piece of wherry, a bit ahead of him, so maybe he'll
notice those, and not drown himself.
Laih has arrived.
Kis and her fingers wiggle a bit in distress.  Weird enough.  Meantime the
meatroll strikes out on its own, drifting out farther into the blue
oblivion and sinking just a bit deeper with each wave that pushes it..
carried on the very hands of the water.  Back at shore:  Kis squirms and
lurches back a step as that blue lump thing, the rivery one in the water,
ya know?, makes waves at her.. or the water does.  But /he/ entered it and
made it froth up like so.
Lynnea says, "I still don't see what the big deal is. You can get a canine
from the herders and be sure it's trained and more useful and well behaved
than these things."
Dankanta thinks that the little green and her can cause some uptown
madness. Me and you? She smiles, she knows how greens are, they want to be
talked to with the food at the side. "Hi-ee green, your a pretty little
one aren't ya? Me and you are going to hang-out right?" she askes the
green.
Kevynn has arrived.
May skips in, no nanny in tow this time, just the bounding bunch of red
curls attacted to this little girl. She pauses as she peers at the crowd,
nose wrinkling up, "Whats gonin on?" her curiosity redirected from the
bugs she was going to dig up, to what ever is drawing all the attention of
these weyr peoples.
Rhea gives her feline another sharp look, "I said stop it Star! I don't
want you scaring the little blue off. I am not giving it much of your food
and your hardly starving to death. If you so much make one more
threatening sound I swear I'll...I'll....I'll throw you in the water!"
Trodding in with a sigh after her ride, Laih rolls her eyes slightly to
the sky as her chit-chat goes on and on and on...not that she doesn't tend
to chat herself. It can be annoying, though. Peering about with yet
another sigh at the crowd that so attracted the ride, she squints - and
sees something. Wait....is that...eggs? Did she find a clutch of eggs
during the only ride she gets /out/ of the Weyr?

River of Dreams Blue Hatchling sees /something/. Something floating...
could that be it? Dagger-sharp teeth snap and snatch at one of the
meat-bits in the water, dragging it back to more shallow realms
determinedly. Hmmm... kinda soggy, and that wasn't quite it... but then he
notices something else most interesting on the shore. Hopefully, he drags
his bit of meat along with him as he splashes through the froth.

River of Dreams Blue Hatchling is looking for something so hard to find,
that it can only be seen by the eyes of the blind... but perhaps Kis will
help him.

Some people stay far away from the door if there's a chance of it opening
up... and some Wood Chucking Woodchuck Eggs just burst open at the seams
to reveal the accused: An Innocent Man Brown Hatchling.
An Innocent Man Brown Hatchling
Soft, soulful eyes gleam darkly from a face streaked with mottled chestnut
and mahogany, varying shades dribbling from deep-socketed eyeridges like
mixed tears. Nevertheless, his bearing is determined, persistant,
dauntless in the face of overwhelming odds. Cinnamon stretches across the
sprinkled span of broad wings, folded at rest against his sides so as to
present the least threatening visage possible. Tender, caring, often
beset-upon by his fellows for his counseling, non-macho demeanour, he
takes it all in stride and preserveres.

Dankanta  stares at the blue, "Oh, poor little guy!" As she turns back to
the grenn she wonders if she should help the blue.
Viriani wades out of the water as she sees that the blue has found somone,
she smiles and sits in the sand to dry off, and let her dog play some
more.
Astrea gazes at the River blue with something akin to disgust. Men are so
stupid, she breathes silently to herself. Now, a lady...gaze dwels once
more upon Uptown Girl. Stylin', baby. Definitely stylin'.
Robyn looks on interested. She has heard of hatching before but this is
the first time she has witness one. She digs into her laden satchel and
digs out some meatrolls oringally intended for herself during
herb-gathering expedition . She tries to get the attention of a blue
hatchling by throwing her roll far out into the water, hoping it would
notice somehow. 
Raiden walks towards the shore, desperatly in search of desert-herbs to
bring back to Tellgar. Looking at the commotion, he quickly scrambles
closer to get a better look. Hatching? He looks a litle closer and notices
a green through people's legs. He looks flabbergasted, and hestenly
reaches to his pocket for some strips of wherry, previous supper. Holding
them out to the little green, he desperatly scrambles to get closer,
finally peeking through a small opening. A child's erge overwhelms him,
and he exubberantly shakes his meat in a frenzy towards the green, only to
look at what an idiot he's looking to be.
Dankanta  Her face brightens. Should she help the blue up? Will the blue
allow her to help him up?
May makes her way into the crowd and quicky note the dangling meats and
the cooing voices, "Hatching." stating the obvious just for herself. And
sinces shes much to short to see /over/ people, down to her hands and
knees she goes, winding her way closer to get a good seat and watch the
action.
Gershom looks over at the little green again, wiggling his bit of wherry.
Hey, he's already got one picky flit, he can handle another.  He grins and
shifts forward, "Come on, little one..."
Tarilane watches for the green's next move, noticing out of the corner of
her eye that a brown has entered the world. Her eyes are still intently
fixed on the green hatchling that scoots across the sand, apparently
intent on one of the watchers. Cinnamon curls are brushed out of her face
again, she should've brought something to put back her hair with, but
really hadn't considered it at the time. A soft sigh escapes her lips and
Mitsuru gives a chirp and a light squeeze around her neck with his long
blue tail. Yup, blues to spoil and treat a green right...that's what Tari
has a-plenty.
Alliyah watches the blue hatchling waddle toward Kis with a smile. Ripple,
atop her head, continues to slumber quite quietly. Turning, her gaze
sweeps across the room and fall on the mahogany-coloured hatchling.
Standing, she looks about for someone she knows so she might strike up
idle conversation. of course, seeing as she knows maybe two people in the
whole Weyr, she moves back over to watch the hatchings, kneeling down
softly and watching the green, brown and the other multicoloured eggs with
her gold-flecked eyes.
Kis eepks and grabs up the little blue, doting upon him with an array of
meatrolls -- the dry kind -- just waiting to be gobbled, tucking him in
her arms and making away from the horrid water as fast as she can, eyes
brimming with joy.  Well, folks, this /is/ Impression.  Happyhappy times
for 'lizzie and 'pet.  Kis carries her newest charge off into the *er*
sunset, or rather on her way back to the hall, Siesta chirping a raucous
little finale and still quite upset that she didn't get her food, if not
delighted with a kid to pick on.
Shiana walks in from Southwestern Bowl.
Yelena just watches from afar, though not as 'afar' as she seems to wish
she was. The bustle of the hatching's outskirts nearly reaches her, almost
as if it threatens to overwhelm her and swallow her, making her part of
the 'fun'. Arms crossed, she just stands there, brooding eyes
halfheartedly unable to turn away from watching.

Finally managing to drag her small, spirited self away from the senseless
rider, Laih sighs and smiles about, fishing some of her other flitter's
food out of her pocket in order to offer. Settling down quietly, she peers
about - pondering whether to try for a hatchling, or wait for another egg
to pop.

An Innocent Man Brown Hatchling lets out a trill; impossibly light tenor,
he, but somehow mellow and pleasing to the ears rather than the shrill
soprano of his snooty mother-green. He takes a single step forward out of
his shell, looking about with dark eyes.

Uptown Girl Green Hatchling considers her options, carefully. High class
touch, or downtown rogue? She's been living in this whitebread world long
enough.
Dankanta  she shifts her feet, "Let me little green, I have some nice food
and am in the mood to sing." she grins (rap, oh yeah! not in Pern!) She
smiles, "Oh, you can hang with me at Igen, yes?" She smirks.

Hungry creeling takes on a crooning note as Impression is made. Gershom's
not so tough, just because he's in love with an Uptown Girl Green
Hatchling!

Kevynn walks out, following Trea, moving slowly.  He looks around in
surprise.  A hatching?  He drops to his hands and knees and digs in his
pocket for what might be left from his lunch.  Half a meatroll.  Another
half a meatroll.
Lynnea shakes her head and brushes off some sand, "This is about all I can
take of seeing grown people look so silly." She stands, "I will see you
all later."
Viriani isn't looking at the eggs, nope, rather her back is turned /from/
them, watching thedog play about in the water, she smiles, and absoluty
ignores the trill, and watches the dog more intently, her meat pouch
lieing open on its side.
Dankanta quickly turns to the brown, "Ok, are you a toughy?" She smiles.
Mel smiles at the green's Impression, like, totally cool girl! She turns
and watches the brown, what a sweet song! She leans forwards and holds
meat out.
Mela turns her attention to the brown hatchling, offering dripping meat
scraps liberally.  Maybe one of them will like a piece.  That brown is
such a wonderful color.  So sweet-looking, too.  He looks like he cares.
Gershom blinks as the little green hops over to him.  He smiles softly,
holding down the piece of wherry.  True to her manner, the green grasps
the meat and begins nibbling gingerly on it.
Alliyah watches the little green, continuing to be content to watch the
hatchings and Impressions. She has her little brown Ripple, but she
continues to idly let her wherry dangle. Finally resigning, she replaces
the wherry in the little pouch at her waist and awaits the next treasure
to hatch and begin his or her adventure int oa new existence.
Astrea glances somewhat doubtfully at An Innocent Man. Somewhat - well -
honest or her tastes. Truly, little white lies never hurt anyone at all.
Still, with no other hatchlings, she dubiously twitches her fingers so
that the meat thrusts out towards the brown. He's not so bad...
Impression is made; options become a bit more limited; and attention turns
to the remaining eggs, sparkling interest shattering throughout Laih's
spicy green eyes.
Dankanta  she smiles at the Impressions being made, "CONGRATS Gerahom,
nice job!" She offers out her meat to the brown.
Robyn catches the sight of the brown hatchling out of the coorner of her
eye. She takes a couple of steps towards the eggs, dangling  a piece of
meat scrap dripping with juice. Hoping some what she would catch its
attention, she bend forward and ofter her scrap. 
Trea glances up as some more herders wander in, firelizards aren't exactly
beasts but close.. She touches up the 'lizard feed in her hand, turning to
smile at her fellow herder.  "You have food handy for them too?"  she
notes, eyes twinkling in interest, scraps held out all the while toward
the ground. Feed's relative, after all, and high is as good as low.
Tarilane watches as the green wanders to Gershom, giving a smile to him as
she bids a silent farewell to that hatchling. Her attention turns to the
tenor of a brown, wiggling and waggling meat in that direction as well. To
the beat of a song known only to her ears, and perhaps to the earholes of
her blues as well. Interested eyes flick to the eggs that have not yet
broken into shards upon the beach, wondering which will crack open next.
Which will show a darling hatchling or which color. Stubborn and curious,
that's Tari.
Donwyn has arrived.

An Innocent Man Brown Hatchling treads lightly o'er the sand, head
swinging back and forth watchfully. Such stigmata attached to simple
innocence... who'll accept him as he is?

Shiana peeks through the crowd, "Oh," she mutters to herself, "That's what
this is all about.."

A rapidfire hammering from the inside of Toy Boat Egg preludes the sudden
explosive appearance of cracks and shattered shell. Is there a place in
the world for this Angry Young Man Blue Hatchling?
Angry Young Man Blue Hatchling
Firey determination fuels his storm-blue soul, jeweled eyes glittering
with an unquenchable inner flame. Midnight-shaded wings are sharply cut
and proudly defined, held at rakish odd angles to his body with defiant
refusal to bend to the socially-accepted norms. Cobalt-tipped tail lashes
behind like a twitching whip, further accentuating his rake-thin and
rawhide-tough build. Temper may cloud his judgement at times, but his
spirit drives onward.

Gershom grins at the congradulations, leaning back a bit to sit down,
"You've got a new friend, Spook!"  
Mel smiles at the brown, oh, so, cute and inncoent, oh, yes, dreeeamy
also! She holds out her meat, letting it dangle from her fingers, a dreamy
look on he face. 
Rocking back and forth, taking her sweet little time - Laih eyes the new
hatchling, considering him as she twiddles her meat 'twixt her thumbs.
Should she fancy to try for his attention? Or...should she lean her heart
out to those remaining, rocking eggs?
Dankanta  smiles as innocently and the firelizards turning once again her
gaze to the new hatchling. "Hallo blue!" she leans down farther to the
ground to reach the hatchlings.

Angry Young Man Blue Hatchling bursts forth with a defiant squall,
overtaking his innocent brother in a single bound and pacingpacingpacing
with angrily lashing tail. Oh, of /course/ there's no food for him. Always
the one shoved back in the corner, oh sure, don't mind HIM, he'll just sit
here and starve. Grrr.

StarFlower relaxes her watch for the moment then see's the angry blue and
glares chalengingly at it deciding that she'll just have to eat it if it
trys to eat her food. She keeps herself from hissing though after all that
water is cold looking.
Chaddyth has arrived.
Robyn smiles at the brown hatchling. She loves its innocence, she is
rather simple herself. She dangles out a pioece of meat and hoping and
hoping that the juice will attract it to her.
Astrea arches an unamused brow at the Angry Young Man. Her first
impression is of a bully trying to frighten everyone in sight, and her
temperament rises to the challenge. "Rotten wherrybrain," she mutters
between her teeth at the sulking blue. 
Alliyah blinks and drops her pouch before her as the egg explodes -- nigh
literally -- and reveals the beautiful blue hatchling. The pouch flops
open and spills it's contents: a bit of bread, cheese, wherry and two
nice, thick meatrolls, one dripping just a bit. Her green eyes catch and
reflect the colours of it's faceted scales before she begins to replace
everything in her pouch -- everything except that dripping bit of
meatroll, that is.
O'no descends from Chaddyth's neck, steps off bent foreleg to land with a
*thump* on the ground.
Viriani hears another shell pop and turns about , looking at the blue.
Angry, and hungry, not a good mix, she holds out her meat to him, maybe
she could make him smile once? or even twice...
I'shra shrugs slightly, following the green with a rueful smile as she
beams at Mayana, withdrawing th' meat with a retraction of arm; "Ah well,
didn't work that time?"
O'no smirks and 'thumps' her beastly brown lifemate on the leg as she
dismounts, "/This/ is what you were so excited for? A sharding firelizard
hatching?" Head shakes from side to side, "I don't see the point..."
Dankanta  ponders, "Been in weyrs so much but to flit." She sighs, "Ahh,
comin' get in. The best meatroll in all of o' Pern, I'll even bet ya on
it?"
Kevynn offers half a meatroll to each hatchling, he's not all that picky,
and he's unfortunately a bit down on his luck today.  Obviously, he ate
some of his lunch.
Ah, blue. Tarilane's eyes flick back and forth between blue and brown and
remaining eggs, settling on the brown who's innocence can be accepted. The
blue looks like trouble to her...truly she has enough troublemaking blues
to keep her awake at night. That and a troublesome feline, but who's
mentioning /that/ menace? Brown is offered a wiggling and waggling
meatroll which swings to the hidden tune. Like directing a song.
Mayana grins alittle, "Well..prolly didn' do it jus' right." she turns
back with a wink before twitching meat-holding hand towards newly hatching
firelizards, "maybe y'all have better luck with 'em?" she suggests, few
crumbles of shredded wherry idly drifting to sand with hand's movement.
Mela will accept anyone and offers her meat to the little brown, she likes
innocence.  It's so rare.  She wiggles her meat, trying to catch a flitt's
attention, particularly the innocent brown's.

An Innocent Man Brown Hatchling knows his brother only hurts himself out
of spite; perhaps he'd rather be a martyr tonight... but he's not above
making up for the love that the fiery blue would never admit to ever
feeling. If only he could find someone to return it...

A heavy curtain of black curls obscures Yelena's vision, hanging between
her eyes and the latest addition to the hatchlings. She notices not,
however, and seems to be paying no mind to the creeling that takes place
around her. Never one to know the full extent of hatchling hunger, she
simply rolls her eyes at the sounds and grumbles out a loud "Will
/someone/ feed them or something? I'll never get any peace around here at
this rate!"
Trea sighs softly, almost imperceptibly, at the brown's clear-eyed
innocence, warmth lingering long in eyes that remain expressive even when
only slightly smiling as she is now.  Attentively cocking her head, the
herder revolves a particularly large piece of 'roll down to face the
little hatchling. She might not be exactly ready to accept, but near it,
really.
Mel holds out her meat, a look of love on her face, oh, yes, this girl
could love anything, well, almost, that blue looks mean! She wiggles the
meat a bit, loosely. She can return feelings...
Laih's eyes lose interest in the newer brown - force never did much work
with her, despite her fiery spirit that tends to make it seem that way.
Unexpectedly, she takes an interest in something else - something gentle,
something not quite as active as she is....some brown flitter, intriguing
her.
Preen nibbles delicately on her wherry, allowing Gershom to pick her up
lightly.  With a careful motion, the boy reaches back toward his knapsack
for another morsel, making sure to pull out sometihng a bit less formal
for Spook so the blue isn't left out.
Ripple has since wakened, more by Alliyah's sudden jerk as the blue
hatches. Yawning silently, the flit lifts himself up on his hind legs to
look around at the eggs. Creeling softly at them, he creels down at the
two that are already hatched, the blue and the brown. Alliyah reaches up
iwth her free hand and Ripple nuzzles it.
Dankanta smiles at the two blues and the brown, rather convincing aren't
they? Which one? "All of them." she says under her breath snickering. "Ok,
little flits!"
May makes her way to a nice little spot, kinda out of the way, and there
she perches, peering over somebodys shoulder to see the little creeling
buggers find their food.

Angry Young Man Blue Hatchling rises on his hind legs, wings extended
boldly for balance. Surely there's someone else out there who'll help him
take up his bold cause.

Tarilane watches the blue...he looks like a loving soul. Perhaps someone
to calm her own blues down when they get rowdy? Which, truth be told, is
as often as the sun rises over Pern. Sensible, at least, that's what Tari
thinks he looks like. Her cinnamon curls, which hold so much of the
earth-tone color in them, bounce around her face as she moves a bit
forward. Still in the midst of the crowd, brother now quite forgotten.
Afterall, if he wanted to ditch her he should've expected to miss anything
she would come across.
Dankanta  makes her way to the Angry Blue, "Need help there fella!"
Rhea doesn't see StarFlowers challenging looks and smiles gently at the
blue hatchling the world can't possibly be as bad as the flit sees it! Her
food is held out towards the blue a choice bit stollen from the feline
laying beside her. 
"Not sure, Maya - maybe it was a fluke last time," I'shra remarks
absently, toying with the meatroll in her fingers but not offering it to
either hatchling; doubt colours her voice, "I mean -- what if the
wiggle-waggle thing doesn't actually work?" Does she dare speak sacrilege?
Robyn looks at the brown hatchling with a soft light in her eyes as she
takes in its clear-eyed innoence and love it is willing to give as she is
giving to give it all back willingly. She takes a tiny step closer and
takes out an extra large meat scrap to ofter it to the brown hatchling.
Shiana shakes her head slightly at the blues actions, "I wonder what he'll
do when he grows up!" she muses, as she asks person nearby for some of the
meat, then thanks them.
Viriani is bold, yep, she is, she'd jump off a mountain for anyone,
especially to help him not be mad anymore. The meat pouch is opened wider,
and half of its contents dumped out and nudged towards the blue, the other
half staying inside the wide open pouch.
O'no crosses her arms under her chest as she just scowls at Chaddyth. The
dragon in turn most assuredly looks beyond her and to the clutch of
firelizards. Rider's eyes glaze over for a moment, then she protests, "Oh
no! /Two/ is more than enough, big guy." the brown snorts in contempt at
such a statement.
Dankanta  smiles, "You want me to pick you up or do you want to sit
there?" she ask the Angry Blue in a snicker. Poor thing! Dankanta want's
to save the day! She giggles, holding out her meat.
Astrea's eyes - blue! - bore into the Angry Young Man. She finds herself
becoming more and more captivated by the spirited lad. Lifting her chin,
she chuckles throatily at his antics. Who will join in our crusade, who
will be strong and stand with me...
Kevynn shakes his meatrolls to catch a flitt's attention, not too hopeful
it'll work, but willing to try.  Look here, I'm sure I can find more
somewhere!
"Pah! Not work? Of course it does!" Mayana stoutly defends, giving an own
wiggle, waddle, waggle, blah shake to hand holding meats towards the vauge
direction of hatchlings in example, "You'll see..you'll see!" YOu doubt
Maya? the horror!

Angry Young Man Blue Hatchling hisses at the cat. Oh, fudge off, you furry
beast. It's things like you that keep the opressive social balance in
place, you know. A distinctly snicker-lick noise emits from his throat as
he sees a choice bit of meat get swiped away. Serves it right.

Mela offers her meat to the brown. Love is easy to produce, harder to get,
she wiggles her meat to catch his attention.  Love is here in plenty.  She
is usually under a squirming pile of love in the person of her favorite
creatures, but she left them at home.
Alliyah watches the audacious Angry Young Man. Too loud, and not to her
tastes at all. Nothing like the quiet flits that she was used to seeing on
a daily basis back by the sea. Still, she continues to hold the dripping
meatrol out at the flits, conscious of the action, but not seeing any
reason to retract the proffered treat. Turning her head, her gold-flecked
eyes fall on Gershom and she smiles. She calls to him softly,
"Congratulations." Her soft alto voice is filled with sincerity.
Shiana shakes her head again as she carefully moves forward, greyish eyes
following the actions of the blue, "I'm sure someone will help...." is
quietly heard, a bowl with bits and pieces of meat held in a hand, she
finds an open place to sit down on the sand.
StarFlower barely keeps herself from pouncing at the blue and goes so far
as to take a half step in its direction.
Dankanta  warns off the cat! "Get away from that blue. Silly thing!" She
looks at the blue, "Still need my help fella or are you agree at me?"
Gershom wiggles back a little, allowing some more room for others who want
to squeeze in.  He holds up a pinch of messier food for Spook and slowly
divides his attention between Preen and the other hatching flits.  Seeing
his little green taking her time, he sits back to watch the other
impressions.

An Innocent Man Brown Hatchling pauses at one young boy's feet, peering up
hopefully at him for a morsel or two, but the lad's attention is fixed
'pon his vibrant blue brother. Sigh. And so the search continues. A
certain something catches his eye, though, and he wanders further into the
crowd, seeking his match.

Tarilane continues to wiggle and waggle her meatroll towards the brown
hatchling. One two three one two...three? The movements are almost
questioning as she directs the imaginary song in her head. Too much time
with the Ovines...perhaps she should get out more often. At least they
don't look at her weird. Or at least, she doesn't think they do. Oh for a
little company who would accept her as well. Accepting she would be of
that firelizard, returning love for love in that bond. Wiggle waggle, the
tune of her song is still questioning.

Angry Young Man Blue Hatchling crouches and hisses challengingly at the
cat, eyes sparkling with mischief. Oho... fun fun. He stalks the feline,
tailtip lashing.

Mayana, herself, is innocent..though she'll act as worldly wise as anyone,
as she is now, "See? Ya twist..n' twitch..n' jive n'...well, jus'...do
it!" she keeps up running commentary to greenrider friend with a grin as
fingers clasped around few shreds of wherry meat are flicked in a
examplitory motion.
Mela keeps her attention firmly on the brown hatchling, wiggling her meat
as he looks about, hoping to catch his eye.  She's not particularly
interested in an angry hatchling.  She'd much rather have a sweet, caring
one. Attitude's okay, up to a point.
Dark eyes glitter at the assembled group, half-hidden by equally dark
locks. Pushing them back, Donwyn's eyes narrow, focusing on the objective
of nearly every person in the crowd. Aye, well. His sister might be here.
... dutifully ignoring the hatchlings, he squeezes in and begins to worm
through the crowd, searching for his own flesh n' blood, though a few
wistful glances are tossed towards the blue and brwn. Duty calls.
The Sheik's Sixth Sheep Egg shivers and shudders in its hollow of sand.
But is it just a sham?
Something moving..something rocking...something's Laih. Still quite caught
in attention by the brown, she peers about the crowd, agitated; where's
something that catches her attention? Something that'll make her a beacon
in the crowd.
Dankanta  frowns at the blue in the dirt, "Well there. If you come to me
I'll get you all cleaned up and oiled. I know a lot about oiling, I'm from
a weyr!" She warns off the cat again.
Kevynn waggles his meatrolls some more, hoping to catch a hatchling's
attention.  It doesn't look like either one's interested in his food
today, though.  He'll keep on trying, though.
Unique New York Egg almost rocks, but falls still again with an imagined
whispered sigh.
Alliyah looks back to the clutch and the two hatched flits. The blue still
doesn't seem to be right in her mind, her seagreen eyes wavering over the
remaining eggs with wonderment at what they may contain. The brown
hatchling, beautiful and calm, the colour of the mahogany chair in her
father's home, is caught up in her gaze as Ripple creels over to the
stalking blue. Her attention is suddenly diverted however, and her eyes
flick to the 6th Sheep Egg. She watches the weebly, wobbly egg with the
expentant flit emergance.
StarFlower trys her best not to attacked the winged thing but fails and
starts to jump in its direction.

The Sheik's Sixth Sheep Egg strays finally from the flock and cracks with
audible determination to set itself apart from the rest. Yeah yeah, he has
to be a Big Shot Brown Hatchling!
Big Shot Brown Hatchling
Snub head is set on thick bodybuilder's nearly nonexistant neck, muscle
rippling in an impressive wave over the bulging curve of shoulders and
thick barrel chest. Chestnut wings flare over swirled mahogany body,
highlighted by tarnished bronze along leading wingsails. He moves with
studied purpose, every tap of claw and twitch of tail loaded with portent,
as if he knows he's the center of the universe. Overconfident to a fault,
he preens his slick, shiny hide and awaits the accolades obviously due
him.

Some people run from a possible fight; some people figure they can never
win. But although this is a fight he could lose, An Innocent Man Brown
Hatchling strides purposefully toward Tarilane.

Kyraith rumbles sleepily, turning a head towards the crowd and whuffling
in I'shra's direction faintly as the greenrider quirks a brow; "I make it
dance or something? I mean.. what do you mean by twist.. n' twitch, and
jive?" Her tone is perplexed, wrist giving a slight twitch of the
withdrawn meatroll.
O'no  near to gasps in astonishment as Chaddyth lowers his heavy head to
neatly butt her in the general direction of the clutch. She stumbles
forward, bouncing off a local resident to find herself well in the midst
of the crowd. A rather nasty scowl is sent back to the dragon along with a
few choice words...another snort from the big brown.
May giggles as the little guys find their friends, switching her legs
around so that she is on her knees and can see better over that person in
front of her. Meat isnt even thought of yet.
Rhea grabs the feline in midair and holds tightly to it, "How dare you
StarFlower!" SHe continues to hold the food in her free hand while
restraining the feline with the other.
Mayana grins alittle with a bob of head towards I'shra, "That's right!
Didn' you twitch or jive on those sands wit' dragons?" she points out
musedly before grinning as another impresses, crowing to friend, "See?
/That/ one..obviously jived n' twitcded n' stuff.." even if not, you won't
convince Maya otherwise.
Alliyah smiles as another brown is freed from his shell as his clutchmate
finds a Lifemate. The dripping meatroll continues to dangle from her hand
as her gaze continues to pan across the newly emerged brown, the aduacious
blue, and the remaining eggs.

Big Shot Brown Hatchling crows, strutting through the scattered shards of
eggshell and posing buffly for his admirers.

Dankanta  awwes at the rather dirty, feline chased blue. "Perhaps I should
clean you right now," she smiks. Dumb feline, she hates cats with a
desire.
Kevynn turns his attention to the new brown, trying to catch attention
once more, with no more hope, but a little more vigor.  Shake, shake,
shake. One can only hope someone pays attention.
Tarilane looks surprised as the brown walks over to her, as accepting of
her as she is of him. As the brown accepts her meatroll she grins,
scooping the darling into her arms and nodding to everyone with an
overjoyed smile. Now finally she has someone who can accept her as she is.

Angry Young Man Blue Hatchling's eyes gleam. His opponent restrained! Aha!
He pounces roguishly at the feline, and that girl who so kindly held it
for him to beat up.

Viriani watches the big shot brown come through, she points with a hand of
meat and says, "He's soo dreeeamy!" she sigh after this and stares after
him in a look of awe and love.

There's always a place for the Angry Young Man Blue Hatchling, with his
fist in the air and his head in the sand... and his heart forever in the
hands of Rhea.

Mela shrugs and turns her attention to the brown and blue, though they
don't look quite like the personality-type she likes best.  Ah, well,
she'll give it a shot, anyway.  She waves her scraps near them.
Eyeing the brown in disapproving style, Laih poses herself and sneaks a
glance over at where that loquacious wingrider has struck up a
conversation with some Igen bronzerider. Ahh, good...and there Impresses
another flitter, though how they can choose among the crowds is beyond
her. So she wiggles a bit there, and waggles a bit there...and waits for
an egg to hatch.
Truly Rural Egg can do its own shimmy-jive thing too, y'know... shimmy
shimmy... crack. Oops.
Astrea stretches her streamlined frame along the sand, momentarily losing
interest in the hatchlings as they seem to be nearly Impressed. Donwyn
momentarily catches her eye - hey, handsome - and Kevynn as well. Yet her
finers inevitably pull her back to the present, fixed as they are upon
that dainty scrap of wherry meat. Fingertips dance, cross, pull as the
strip performs a little dance. Step, bounce - bop-bop-bop. Step, bounce,
bop-bop-bop/. Bust a move, brownie.
Dankanta  laugh whole heartly. "Oh, ok little one....aren't you going to
thank me. I'll tell you what, you come with me and we'll both scatter
cats. How does that sound?"

Truly Rural Egg shimmies, jives, and cracks, wreathed vines falling away
from their encasing hold. It was never in control here; it was always
Christy Lee Green Hatchling!
Christy Lee Green Hatchling
Liquid green flows freely about the hide of this green. Her 
 coloration deep in color,her tail whips about like a vine, devouring 
 everything in sight. Wingsails like treetops rest on her back. Long neck 
 supports a very green triangular head. Large swirling eyes whirl calmly
as 
 they survey all about her, like the mother of this all. Slim body and
long 
 legs make her the perfect sight, and she knows it, for she preens often. 
 Sitting on her humanpets shoulder, or perched on a branch, this green is 
 showy,talkative and excitable.

I'shra chuckles softly at Mayana, "Jive and dance on the Sands? There
wasn't quite a choice -- those sands can hurt, and y'can't do much without
shifting on them, y'know?" Not sure if Maya _would_ know, but the
greenrider merely assumes, eyeing the firelizards out with a slight pout
-- "Hm. Which do I go for, then?"
Kevynn turns his full attention on the green, grinning.  Oh, great!  Just
the type that would drive him insane!  He offers her half a meatroll
anyway.  He's insane, what can he say?
May give's a little shrug and Imi releases her shoulder with a fluttering
of copper wings.
Alliyah almost laughs at the blue as he Impresses. The slight sound of
cracking falls upon her ears and her gaze is drawn back to the clutch. The
shimmying and jiving Rural Egg pops open, and the seagreen eyes catch the
green's colouring and reflecting it, making her eyes look a shade deeper.
She continues to proffer the treat -- a meatroll, dripping with yummy
goodness for a flit.
Dankanta  likes the blue! Never knew a flit would actually hate cats. She
hold out her hand in becoking, "I have food for ya, see. Best meatroll in
pern, yup!"

Christy Lee Green Hatchling is a nice piece of music, with a style all her
own. Bounce bounce bounce. All she needs is someone to play backup.

O'no snorts in turn, nearly mimicing Chaddyth's addition. Head shakes from
side to side, "The things I have to put up with...should have stayed in
Crom." She mutters as her hand dips into her vest pocket, yanking out a
rather limp meatroll, "My sister has better manners..."
mutter-mutter-mutter.
Mayana shakes her head alittle at her friend, "Can' say I do know. Most o'
the time busy herding bratpack outta trouble during hatchin' time,
myself." she responds matter-of-factly before squinting doe-eyes towards
hatchlings speculatively, "Well...th' green seems...uhm, green?" she
offers helpfully - the same as brown seems brown. Such Maya logic, but
Christy Lee Green Hatchling is given another examining gaze as another
'jived' twist of wrist and hand clasping shredded meat is given
hatchling-wards experimentally.
Gershom offers a congradulatory grin toward the new impressees, and, at
the same time, another tiny piece of wherry to the dainty little green in
his lap.
Shiana watches the Angry Blue impress and a soft laugh is heard. Attention
swings back towards the remaining eggs, and her eyes catch the hatching of
the bouncy green, while noting the brown. She hesitates before making any
move.
A-hah! Intensified curiosity drags Laih's body into a forward lean as she
once again opens her lithe hands, revealing moist, slightly warm meat -
'rider distracted, she begins to hum a jaunty melody, actually /trying/
this time - for one who interests her so. And a green, at that. And she
goes a-thattaway. And a-thattaway. And the sugar in her bloodstream
betrays her...
Kevynn shakes his meatroll like a drumstick.  Shake, shake, shake! in time
to the bounces.  He can do backup!  Really!  He offers her his second
meatroll half, too.
I'shra chuckles softly, gaze orienting on the green as she shrugs slightly
-- "Yeah, I'll go it, then." Maybe, afterall, the hatchling will like the
dance of her tune -- the meatroll is jogged enthusiastically between slim
fingers that're now outstretched; "So, I make it dance?"
Astrea absently strokes Mesmer, now returned to her side and snuggled on
the opposite side of her legs as her eyes remain intent upon the green and
the wherry does the moonwalk. Step, bounce, bop-bop-bop. Step, bounce,
bop-da-wooee-bop-doo-bop-bang-boom!
Trea nods a "Congrats." as yet another set Impresses, and this one a
herder, no doubt.  The numerous popping of eggs distracts her though, Trea
finding it hard to fix on any special one, especially with the huge brown
strutting and blocking her line of sight to the green.  Shaking the feed,
she pauses experimentally, out to give if need me but not just then.

Big Shot Brown Hatchling works his big boo-tay, strutting across the beach
in search of someone appropriately awed. In fact, in his intent scrutiny
of the crowd, he rather forgets to watch his feet and takes a nice tumble
into the sand. Err... you didn't see that. Nope.

Dankanta  quicky glances as no one is eyeing the blue, "Cleaning, oiling,
and scatting cats. Sounds good?" she questions the blue.
Chaddyth arches his neck to the side, wuffling as he notes just what his
humanpet is going to use. *snort*...he is rather good at that. Tail thumps
once at the poor excuse of food.
Viriani just watches the brown, awed, oh yes, mezmerized even! She holds
out two hand full of meat, your autograph please sir? 
Robyn is a quiet one but perhaps the new green hatchling will lighten her
life. She turns her attention to the green one and dangles her scrap of
meat with jucies dripping. A bouncy one and a quiet tempermant... She
heard it somewhere..Opposites attract. She hopes it is true as she takes a
tenative step forward. 
Grey-blue eyes widen as Shiana stiffles a giggle at the Big Shot Brown's
tumble. Then she sobers her face up. Nope, didn't notice that. But she
does have something that he may notice, perhaps? Nimble fingers remove
small pieces of meat from the bowl, her eyes now watching the brown, still
trying not to giggle.
Peck of Pickled Peppers Egg wiggles a bit.
Mela offers a meat scrap to the green.  Boy this thing is getting icky.
She pulls a fresh piece out of her package and shakes it in offering.
Donwyn pauses as his eyes involuntarily fall upon da Big Shot. Sister
forgotten, he sinks down to his knees, fumbling for meat - meat - /meat -
found it. Jaw nearly dropping, he tentatively dangles the meat with
worshipful eyes. My hero.
Dankanta  twistes her body to a new hatchling that is willing to be
impressed, one will glance this way. She knows it!
Alliyah watches the brown. Oop! She missed his tumble and stumble as she
moves her gaze back to the bee-bopping green. She smirks softly. Her gaze
floats back over to the remaining eggs, eyeing the wiggling of the Pickled
Peppers Egg. Her meatroll continues to drip onto the ground, the sand
soaking up part of the drippings and leaving a damp spot as she waves her
gaze back between the two flits and the peppers egg.
Still meat-less, pouty and as lacking in tanned perfection as she was
before her solitude with the rays of sunlight as she was before, Yelena
finally turns to watch the goings on. She doesn't uncross her arms from
over her chest, but instead remains as stiff and still as a rock.

Christy Lee Green Hatchling bounces! in all her freshly green glory, into
center stage, nearly knocking over her big brown brother in the process.
She glances Dankata's way. She glances /everyone's/ way! But her head
tilts, hearkening to something else on the air besides the smell of
meat...
May whispers a little something to her Imi, finnaly deciding that maybe
she might wanna dangle a little meat for a hatchling or two. Imi chitters
an anfirmative and flitters up into the air, dissapearing between for a
moment and comming back with a trill, a white puff of flour and a few
select chunk of fresh meat. May simply giggles and brushes him off as he
hands over the meat, "Good boy."
Dankanta  eyes at a green names Christy Lee, "Hi-ya grenny!" she
sing-songs.
Big Shot Brown Hatchling whuffles at his bouncy sister and quickly
straightens his wings. Did he fall? Surely it was because she bumped him!
Getting a little /too/ involved with her dance, Astrea now requires /two/
hands to guide her little scrap in its intricate steps. "A doo dee doo..."
she can't help murmuring. "Bip-bop doo-wop..." And a bop-bam-boom. Swing
it baby, yeah.
S'like the dance of the sugar-plum fairy; only, instead of sugar-plums,
there looms the meatroll held clutched in hands -- I'shra glances for
approval from Mayana -- fingers clutch against the 'roll, a slant of gaze
following after the green hatchling as the 'rider renews her efforts
'neath Kyraith's watching eyes.
Trea smiles at the brown, rather sweetly, now that he isn't in her way.
But her sympathy is tickled slightly by the fall as well, and Trea,
wincing, holds out the 'roll scraps and hand somewhat farther out. To give
a hand if he wants it, she can care if she wants to.  So long as the
distaste is erased, which strutting will not help to do of course.
O'no hazards a glance up as a shadow passers overhead, blocking out the
morning sun. Another sigh as Chaddyth's head comes over her, mouth opens,
and *splat*...there lies the remains of a section of a porcine before her.
"I don't /even/ what (want) to know." Metroll is placed back in her pocket
as she frowns at the porcine innard.
Kevynn keeps shaking his meatrolls to the same beat.  Shake shake shake!
He can't sing, but everyone needs a drummer, right?  Or maybe maracas?
Whatever.  He'll try almost anything once.
Thrumming still quite softly, Laih goes into the tune, doin' a little
seated dance right along with it...hyper, hyper, ever so Laih. Smiling at
the little glory green, she decides to entrance herself with her music -
not too much, not too little. Just enough...and soon the meat begins to
get shuffled from one hand to next as her body moves in attempted rythm.
Viriani watches the brown get up, he didm't just /fall/, he fell with
/style/ that only a brown like him could have. She leans forward, holding
out meat, completely awed by just his presence.
Dankanta  giggles at the rather perky green, "Just like a green should
be." She smiles, funny how a green can kncok over a hefty brown. She
rambles, "I took lessons in singing as a child..."
Mayana eyes the 'bouncing' firelizard suspicously and does /not/ dance --
no no, Maya don't do that groove thing, she's more backup singer, really.
- Not that you want to hear her sing. erph. "What /is/ that un doin'?" she
mumbles to herself, though fingers still continue her Maya-patented jive
and wiggle movement of dry shredded wherrymeats.
Mela shakes her scraps of meat at both flitts.  She's always looking for a
new friend.
Peck of Pickled Peppers Egg quietly flops over in the background as its
siblings control the crowd's attention.

Peck of Pickled Peppers Egg has been patient long enough. A rock, a roll,
a ringing crack against clutchmate's egg, and Sometimes A Fantasy Blue
Hatchling tumbles out with a hopeful creel and wide eyes.
Sometimes A Fantasy Blue Hatchling
Windswept sky-blues brush delicate wings with light hints of far-away
clouds, azure hide deepening to darker hints of cobalt and frothy sea
about his underbelly. Delicately built, more like a featherweight green
than blue but for the color of his hide, he makes up for lack of bulk with
light grace. A faraway look graces wedgelike face, perpetual longing to
seek companionship battling a natural daydreamer's reluctance to overly
exert himself in any endeavour. Sometimes a fantasy is all that you need.

Donwyn nearly leaps to his feet as pig guts nearly fall on top of his
head. Scrambling backwards (and unknowingly closer to the hatchlings), he
stares with disgust at the raw, bleeding, leaking - that's enough of that.
Revolted, he reaches forward to brush off a blob of blood n' guts. Back to
the hatchlings, meat enclosed in his supporting fist, the Big Shot has
lost his Biggest Fan.
O'no shutters as she comes awake...ugh, you wouldn't believe the dream I
just had...a world without dragons!!
Alliyah continues moving her gaze amongst the two flits: the bouncy green
and her buff little brother, and between the eggs, watching for signs of
movement amongsth the rest of the clutch. Surely these two are examples to
their brothers and sisters. The meatroll is laid on the ground before her
long enough to produce a hankerchief to wipe the meatroll's drippings from
her hands. When she looks back up, her eyes fall upon the Fantasy Blue.
She picks her meatroll back up, and continues to let it drip onto the
sand/ground before her.
Dankanta  huffs looking at the blue and the green. Eyes are more on the
green as she gently hums a fast tone she learned as a Kidlet, "Ahh harper
days."
Christy Lee Green Hatchling trips daintily forward, weaving through the
crowd of dangly meat-things in search of that lovely rhythmn that so stirs
her to the dance.
Shava has arrived.
A look of disgust passes over Shiana's face, but she tries to quell it, "I
know, I know, dragons sometimes just do /things/." then a pause, "And all
our meat had to be in that shape at some point in time." glancing at her
bowl and the chunks held between fingers. "But still..."
O'no can't help a bit of a pout as she near to collapses to the ground,
her legs folding neatly beneith her. Previusly clean fingers pick at the
bits of ovine her lifemate so graceously gave to her. "Figures..." Deep
sigh, and she looks to the clutch. Seeing as she has never really tried to
court a frirelizard before, this out to be a fine challenge. "You better
remember this, Chad..."

Big Shot Brown Hatchling sniffs at the disgusting splort of piggy guts
upon the ground. No... he can do better than that. Strut, strut... what's
this? Someone's foot?
Dankanta  sees the green bouncing towards her, "Like that one, huh?" She
beings to actually sing it in a nice alto range, she taps her free hand
against her leg. Offering the meatroll in the other and smiling with a
strong voice.
Ho, ho, not so fast, girl - Laih ultimately slows herself a bit down. No
wanting to trip now, would she? No wanting the little green to trip either
- so she keeps the pulse with her lithe hand, still moving somewhat as she
closes her eyes - and nearly forgets about the just barely warm, soaked
stuff in her waving hand.
Kevynn keeps shaking his drumstick-meatrolls to that lovely tune, his
fingers never-tiring.  Well, almost never.  He refuses to give up, anyway.
Shake, shake, shake!  He smoothly keeps up his rhythm, hoping against hope
to attract a lovely green to set his life to a new music.
Meatroll is jiggled again -- the dance of fingers twining against the meat
-- before I'shra frowns again; a furrow of the brow in concentration aids
yet more movements: it's a wobble,  it's a dribble, it's a twitch, caught
in fingers, as outstretched hands make this offering towards the green
hatchling. "Well, I'm dancin' it?" is queried towards Maya. Actually, more
uvva' jive.
The meat is but a doll in Astrea's hand, steered through little rivulets
of sand in an imaginary dance. Shoulders moving, eyes sparkling - yes,
she's getting into it a little too much.  "Bimmidy-bimidy-shoo-dop a diddy
diddy!"

Everyone must face the music; that's what the moral is to me. The only
time Laih hits the high notes, is when she plays for Christy Lee Green
Hatchling!

Mela smiles at the look of this new blue and immediately offers him some
meat.  She murmurs 'what a lovely blue!' as she concentrates on catching
his attention with her meat scraps.
Viriani has her feet sticking out to the side, her hands in front, eyes
following the brown in a daze, is shein love? Oh yes! She follows the
brown to the foot, is it hers, or somone elses? She does not know, and may
never know...
Shiana eye's follow the movement of the brown and she smiles, "He'll pick
someone, I'm sure..." as she lays her hand flat on the ground beside her,
palm up, offering easy access to the meat within.
Dankanta  voice rings across the sand, as she urges the green towards her.
The mellody runs at a fast tempo, arozing the crowd of people.

Sometimes A Fantasy Blue Hatchling sweeps through the broken shards of his
siblings' shells, light on his feet as a breeze as he gazes longingly
around, the smell of out-of-reach meat tantalizing his nose.

Shava walks in and finds a rather large crowd on the shore. She just
intended to sit by the lake while visiting. She notices that there is a
hatching going on, after trying after a couple mionutes to  force her way
through to see. Seeing that there are still a few eggs left unhatched, she
finds a place to sit and attempt for the little guys, hoping that one of
them will find herto their liking.
Donwyn brushes ineffectively at the pig gut stains on his trousers and
shoes. "How lovely," he mutters. "A dragon is dropping - ell - something I
don't really actually want to nknow about on my feet. And I've lost my
sister." Glumly he continues cleaning, the hand clutching meat also coming
forward tp scratch at the stain.
Alliyah wiggles her meatroll at the blue hatchling slightly, pondering
over some things as she pans her gaze across the area again. With her free
hand, she removes a bit of meatroll, which suddenly finds itself winging
through the air toward the Fantasy Blue. Her gaze returns every so often
to the Fantasy Blue firelizard, the golf flecks in her eyes reflecting the
hide of the flit.
Mela inches her meat closer to the blue, as best she can in the press,
willing to go to extra trouble.  He's too fantastic a blue to give up
easily, from what she sees so far.

Big Shot Brown Hatchling steps on the foot, eliciting a startled yelp from
its sandaled owner, and moves onward. Would you look at that, someone
offering him food on a silver platter... well, within reach anyway. He
peers at Shiana suspiciously. She wasn't /giggling/ at him earlier, was
she?

A querulous voice rises from the Bowl. "Astrea, you bag of wherry dung,
get back here right now!"
Shoulders still moving, Laih's smile strengthens, and she reachs her
slender arms out to the green - accepted, is she? That's great - oh.
This...meat. "Here ya go...." And a one-two-three, hum.
Unique New York Egg rocks again, gently.

Big Shot Brown Hatchling may have proven himself to the crowd, but who'll
prove themselves to him? I'll give you one hint honey, Shiana sure did put
on a show!

Kevynn continues his shake, shake, shake, this time stretching his food
towards the blue.  Ah, well, that's life!  There's more flitts to try for.
Shiana glances down at the brown, a somber look on her face, no, she
wasn't. Then she giggles as he takes the meat out of her hand, "Sorry!"
Dankanta  continues to repeat the song, bowing down her meatroll to the
green. She likes music as she swings towards her. Dankanta nods her head
in beconking to the green.

Sometimes A Fantasy Blue Hatchling settles back on his haunches, peering
dreamily at the meat-waving crowd. One of 'em will make his fantasy into
the real thing, surely.

May bites her lip and peers up once again over that person just in front
of her, trying to get a peek at hatchlings but only spying eggs, "Whacha
think Imi... that new york a big bronze boy? Er maybe a green girl for
you? Maybe 'nother brown." Imi cheeps at that, "Hehe, no you wouldnt like
that would ya?" she giggles, though keeping an eye on new york.
A beam is shot at Laih, I'shra moving through the throng and clinging
along it's outskirts as she calls a congratulations to the girl. Meatroll
is held in fingers lightly, twisted as she moves towards Kyraith to lean
'gainst one great paw, watching the goings-on 'til something should catch
her interest again.
Shava watches as one of the eggs begin to rock slowly, apparently having
moved  before with the sand havingseemed moves after the egg was places
there. She glances at the blue for a minute, then deicdes against him and
consentrates on the eggs, trying to find out what kind of flit hides
inside them.
Mayana lets eyes flick idly around the scene, spitfire light in amber
depths as she rocks back on heels again, twisting again boney hand
grasping bits and pieces of shredded wherry meat as pieces occasionally
flake away to sand by scuffed booted feet, though the Unique New York Egg
is eyed alittle at more subtle wakings then those earlier - hmm.

Wicked Wishing Witch Egg suddenly and quite literally explodes, a
screeching, startled riff from its disgruntled former occupant piercing
the air. We Didn't Start The Fire Blue Hatchling scrambles free, glaring
at the remaining shards of his egg as though blaming IT for the sudden
smack of cold air.
We Didn't Start The Fire Blue Hatchling
Licking flames of copper war with dousing cascade of blue, stretching from
his brass-tipped nose to his tail of deepest azure. Sun-touched gold
shimmers on his wings, overlaying the underlying watery shades like sun
over the lake. Smoke fogs his blue-suede hide. When he speaks, it is in a
rapid staccato chatter that even the other firelizards seem to have to
hearken to twice to translate. Unable to sit still, he twitches and paces,
further fanning the flames.

The movement from the New Yorker catches an eye, and the seafoam coloured
orb moves to observe the egg as it shakes, then stops. Alliyah hrms to
herself. Maybe she was imagining things? Possibly. Her gaze travels back
across the area, taking in the now-Impressed Brown and Green flits and
their owners with a smile. The meatroll continues to be offered to any of
the flits that may wish to partake of it, though it is missing a tiny
chunk, having been used as an airborne tidbit earlier. The gold flecks,
set off by the fiery tresses of Alliyah reflect the colours of the eggs as
she gives them all the once over.
Viriani drops her meat to the ground as her trance is broken, she blinks
and turns to the others witha smile, fantasy, real? Her head is spinning,
can anyone help?
Mela tries to get the Fantasy Blue's attention with meat.  This is real,
all right, come over and make my fantasy reality.
Yelena slips out, probably unnoticed in all the hatching commotion.
Dankanta  smiles at all the impressies. Looking for a hatchling before her
day runs out. She sits dumfounded in the sands and stares out at all the
flits. The little blue looks just the same. She's doesn't know when flits
are impressed just happens as she still holds out food for them.
Kevynn offers his ever-moving meatrolls in the general direction of both
blues.  Ooh!  That flame-etched one is a real beauty!  Though the fantasy
one's pretty, too.  Oh, well, beggars can't be choosers.  He'll take
whatever he can get.
O'no harumps from where she sits, casting a most withering glare to
Chaddyth every now and again. Attention shifts back to the clutch, as mush
as she wishes she didn't have to. Glances to the others about, give her
the general tidea to start flicking her meat about. Bit of porcine is
lifted and flung about, bit s of juice flinging everywhere in a fit of
chaos. She looks to the blue recently hatched, "Here...bluey, bluey,
bluey." Not much enthusiasm there...Chaddyth snuffles breifly.
Head is jolted from the New York egg to the Wicked Wishing one as it
suddenly bursts open to reveal a blue. Shava looks at it for a moment or
two then deicdes against it. A blue is not exactly what she wants right
now. She still though pulls out some meat and gets ready to prepare for
the other eggs to hatch and hopefully choose her in the end.
A few locks of hair are twisted by fingers, I'shra lounging near Kyraith
with an occasional smile tossed Mayana-wards; meatroll is picked at idly,
the need to try again lingering on the edges of her mind as she watches. 


Sometimes A Fantasy Blue Hatchling flops over onto his belly, slinking
through the sand, a shy Romeo seeking his dream-girl Juliet. There's a
nice looking person over there... will they make his dreams come true,
though?

We Didn't Start The Fire Blue Hatchling chatters excitedly as he scurries
onto the playing field, a neverending stream of inchoerent warbles
streaming from his throat.

Dankanta  smirks, a Juiet? Or do you mean Miss. Pern of the Turn! She
stares at the blue, actually alittle past him. "Hello-blue!" she says
rather blondly. "Come to save me?"
Mela smiles fondly.  Another romantic has hatched into the world.  That
must be why she liked this blue on first sight.  Ah, romance!  She offers
her meat tantalizingly, wafting aroma the Fantasy Blue's direction.  He
would be her dream come true!
Kevynn continues to offer meatrolls, though it looks like that fantasy
blue's more interested in a girl.  No surprise there.  Who wouldn't be, if
they were a flitt and could get away with it?
Rhea strokes the Angry Blue in her lap and watches the rest of her
hatching keeping a firm hold on her feline who has subsided a liittle
since she stopped feeding the blue on her lap.

Sometimes A Fantasy Blue Hatchling ahs, service with a smile... and no
need to call out for it, either. Creeping with shy determination, he lifts
his head and nibbles daintily at the offering.

O'no takes a second look to the warbling hatching , suddenly reconsidering
the idea of trying to impress that one. Annoying, is the only word fro
him. Eyes narrow slightly and she glances back to Chaddyth, 'Not your type
anyway." To which the bulky brown wuffles and flutters his wings at his
sides. Rider chuckles at the dragon's response, "Gee, thanks..." Eyes roll
upwards and she looks back to the hatchlings.
Dankanta  hold out her meatroll to the dreamy blue....ahh, a wander flit?
Can Dankanta be rather dreamy, she hopes do....."Here."

Sometimes A Fantasy Blue Hatchling was after the real thing, and Mela is
all that he really needs.

Silence has been maintained from now; I'shra merely watches, remote as she
lounges against one green forepaw of Kyraith, an occasional movement made
to adjust her position as the hatchlings are eyed curiously. Meatroll is
dangled down towards the blue, a soft clucking noise made in her throat.

Sally Sells Seashells Egg explodes suddenly with a sound akin to shattered
glass, and You May Be Right Brown Hatchling bursts forth with a triumphant
scree and a wild look to his whirling red eyes.
You May Be Right Brown Hatchling
Dappled golden-brown ripples in contrasting patches of light and dark over
a compactly-muscled form, multicolored claws ranging from tarnished bronze
to darkest black skittering in constant motion in complement to his wildly
lashing tail. Jaws slightly too long for his head give him the appearance
of a perpetual maniacal grin, augmented by bulging eyes that never rest
for more than a moment on any single item of interest. Well-meaning drives
his wild spirit, but an unorthodox way of looking at the world may get him
into deeper trouble than he can handle.

Mela smiles as she Impresses that sweetheart of a blue.  How could she
resist him?  She backs out of the press of the crowd to feed him.
Alliyah flashes out of her trance and moves her gaze back and forth
between all the revealed flits and the remaining two eggs yet again. With
a smile, she watches one blue eat and Impress, and another blue impress
yet again. Ripple sits atop her head still, crooning at the remaining two
eggs. "Hmm..." He meatroll is pocketted, and replaced by a wherry chunk
that is deftly wiggled as her gaze rests on the last egg -- the New
Yorker.
Kevynn offers half a meatroll to the brown, now that the Fantasy blue has
made his choice.  He's a nice-looking one.

We Didn't Start The Fire Blue Hatchling dashes this way -- no, that way --
no, back this way, further fanning the flames of his hunger. Who took all
the food? It wasn't him. HE didn't do it. People have been stealing food
long before he was hatched. Where oh where... hmm. Was that a flicker of
flame over there?

Dankanta  a lump balls up in her throat. "Ok." She stares out, "This is my
last try for the day my friends, I do have the best meatroll in Pern." She
smiles.
Trilassi walks in, a frown upon her face, that rider needs to lighten up.
She hears a crunch beneath her feet and lifts it up, egg shards! What the?
She looks up and sees hatchling, "Oh, great firelizards,"  she frowns, she
munches on her late lunch of /hot/ wherry, hey, shes a kitchenhand, she
can get food she wants...

You May Be Right Brown Hatchling swaggers into the circle of waiting
humans with a mischievous leer. Who'll have some fun with him? He won't
hurt anyone, promise. And you might even enjoy the evening.

Dankanta  Oh look, the little blue wants her wonderful meatroll. Yup!
Y-u-m-m-y spells it all! Dankanta might just go off and eat it herslef.
Opps, none for filts.
May keeps her eye on that new york egg, giggling at the other hatchlings
as they stumble around to find their chosen meats.. er, friends. She
wiggles in her seat, shifing once again so that she is back on her bottom
and peering through legs, around bodys.. "Ooo, hey is that a blue Imi?"
Unique New York Egg quivers simply at the arrival of this latest brown, as
though conducting each pop of shell on cue. It remains restlessly silent,
yet.
Shava sees a brown hatch from one of the last eggs and holds out out the
herdbeast she has in her hand out to him.She looks at the brown carefully
and nods to herself, he's one that I want. Unfortunately her little blue
wants some food of his own and starts chittering at his human pet which
for now she sort of just ignores him, for now. To her she wants that
brown, but she calms the blue to the point where he will quiet down.
Mayana still continues her idly muses where she's crouched, wry spirits
spilling over to edge expression as idly another bit of shredded meat is
stuffed in side of cheek, fingers still doing little shake and 'jive' of
wrist in turn though, Shredded Swiss Cheese egg is given examining
gaze...as well as New York...and Sally..  -can we say roaming interst?
Brown newly-arrived is grinned at faintly -- a lock is tossed aside, and
I'shra beckons faintly with the meatroll held in one hand; otherwise, gaze
flickers towards the other egg, the greenrider remaining to the side --
and still -- quiet, and unmindful of the boisterous manner.
Viriani holds out her meat, oh, she can have fun, so can her dog, who is
at the moment, drying off and trotting, well, bounding over to her. She
wrestles with the dog, dropping the meat, see, fun.
Dankanta  wiggles her nose at the blue, "Now wouldn't it be a shame if I
ate this all by meself? You'll miss this yum-yumm meatroll." She wonders
what the blue is thinking noe, it' is a rather good meatroll.
Alliyah moves her gaze amongst the Brown and Blue flits. Her green eyes,
offset by her flaming locks, scan the last two eggs. Oh? Did the New
Yorker move again? Nah, must've been a trick of the light. Shaking her
head a bit, her eyes flutter back across the area, looking for an
approaching flit, should one be so bold as to approach her. The wherry
chunk is waggled a bit.
"I'm wiggling! I'm wiggling!" O'no protests, not even glancing back to her
lifemate as her fingers actually kind of fling the bits fo porcine to and
fro. Body leans forward slightly as she considers the prospect before her.
Annoying and sneaky...she already has a pair with those characteristics.
She looks to the remaining eggs...maybe there is a quiet, unassuming,
little loner in there somewhere...she can only hope.
Kevynn offers half-meatrolls to both flitts, turned around so they look
like they could be whole meatrolls, the rest hidden by his hand.  They
shake up and down, side to side.

We Didn't Start The Fire Blue Hatchling pounces on a bit of eggshell. No
wait, that's not meat. It did shine intriguingly, though. And there's that
confusing flash of coppery flame again. Wherever did it come from? He
wanders into the crowd.

Viriani plays with her bright red colored dog, Maniac(the dog) bounces
about like a fire. O, but this fire dosen't burn, it bites! And meat is
left next to girl and dog as they play.
Rhea watches as the last of the meat she brought for her feline is gobbled
by her angry new friend. Watching the eggs hatch she is content to just
watch and as her eyes follow the the blue that didn't start the fire her
mind trails off into the past. Pity that she can't offer him anything but
one is quite enough.

You May Be Right Brown Hatchling chitters impishly. Game? Pick the real
meatroll, perhaps? He eyes Kevynn's dual offerings thoughtfully. Or
perhaps a game of steal-the-meat-from-distracted-canine? Oh, choices,
choices, it's enough to drive one insane.

Dankanta  eyes the Fire Blue....copper? meat?? Perhaps it's her hair or
her eyes? Oh well! She as food....perhaps she's a pyromanic 
Unique New York Egg remains deceptively still as faint cracks nevertheless
begin to trace their way along its cityscaped shell.
Trilassi watches the playful brown, oh what fun he would have in her
kitchen, humph, if he would let her, she sits down and munches on her
meat, the rest of it placed in front of her. Firelizards only bring
trouble.
O'no narrows her eyes at the hatchlings present, not real suer about them
at all. Porcine meat flicking is as wild as ever...but her eyes remain on
the current lizzies. Tongue licks prarched lips as she considers. Maybe
she should just get this over and done with... Resigned sigh and a bit
more flicking.
Kevynn wiggles the meatrolls encouragingly.  "There's more at home,
really.  This was just my lunch!"  He wonders if he has any hope of
attracting attention with this pitiful offering.
Alliyah flicks her eyes at the blue. The deep red hair that surrounds her
face, the colour of a flame on a cold winter's night, bounces and a few
loose strands fall from the braid and dangle across her face. While they
do not obscure her vision, they are nonetheless not encouraging. The
wherry is waggled, and she looks at the brown again.
Dankanta  flickers a piece of her meat infront of the Fire Blue. "Here try
a peice and come to me if you like it?"

We Didn't Start The Fire Blue Hatchling stops with a bump at Alliyah's
foot, peering upward curiously. That hair. Did SHE start the fire?

We Didn't Start The Fire Blue Hatchling has been burning since the world
was turning, and for Alliyah alone, he'll burn on, and on, and on...

Shava's blue finally has had it, he wants that meat his humanpet has and
doesn't care if it's for a little brown, he's older. This makes Shava
totally ignore the little brown and have to deal with her blue, which has
she has dropped nearby and is trying to make Rye calm down, with meat and
brown totally forgotten.
May wiggles her way around, abandoning her place behind who ever that was,
its not comfortable and well, she just cant seee. Hmmf. So around she goes
ah crawling on three limbs, the one hand is hold her meat from getting all
dirty, untill she reaches a better spot, one free of others blocking her
view... and a good thing too, as she is close enough now to see the little
cracks in new your.. earth quake? "I say bronze Im... what you think?"
Alliyah looks down at the little flit, "Oh? Do you need something?" She
says this with a smile, and meets her eyes with the blue hatchlings. Her
hair dangles down in it's face, and it takes the strand into it's mouth
then spits it out. Alliyah laughs softly, Ripple flying to perch on a rock
as Alliyah picks up the blue and slips back, beginnign to feed t he
dragonet the wherry and other meaty morsels from her pouch.
Dankanta  once more, and for the last time eyes the other hatchlings. "I
need a flit to help me if I become a stablekeeper," she says. "any
hatchlings willing to help, large pay involved."
O'no grins most happily as the annoying blue is impressed to another.
Self-satisfied smile slides across her pale lips and she cocks her head to
the side, the flicking of the offering gettinga bit more jovial now. Maybe
she won't actually impress. A grin is cast over her shoulder at the silent
brown dragon. A near beam it is.

You May Be Right Brown Hatchling isn't after work as a stablehand. He'll
settle for a bit of boisterous fun... once he fills his belly, that is. He
peers at the discarded bit of meat stranded in the combat zone of
girl-and-dog. Maybe he should go rescue it.

Mayana just gives a slight pertuant grin as she spies more impress, eyes
occasionally flicking back to Shredded Swiss Cheese Egg then wavering
between to Unique New York Egg, another mused contemplatively look crosses
cherubic features - and odd look for mischievous Maya, again jerky shreds
are flicked idly in fingers - patience to wait, learned that after
multitudes of hours listening to the bratpack sing the same song over and
/over/ and over...gah.
bj hatch

It's nine o'clock on the beach tonight... and Unique New York Egg can't
contain the energy any longer. Sing us a song, he's the Pianoman Bronze
Hatchling!
Pianoman Bronze Hatchling
Rich, sunset russet sweeps airbrushed over a slim, compact form. Burnished
copper wings in perfect proportion to his bronzen body, he holds them but
half-furled, as though ready to take to flight at any moment. A thick,
muscular tail provides counterbalance to perpetual motion; rather stubby
claws taptaptap against the ground with impatient, barely restrained
energy. Rebellious, hot-tempered and passionate, he seems forever in
search of a new cause to fight for.

Dankanta  smiles about really glad about all the impressies. Rather them
then her. She snickers, "No one wants me? Come on. There is some partying
involved. I promise."
Kevynn whistles low!  Now there's a terrific-looking bronze!  He offers
meatrolls to both brown and bronze, though.  He doesn't have good enough
food to be choosy about who he attracts.
Viriani watches the Pianoman hatch, oh, she cansing, yup, she can. And she
does, a sweet, made up type song, her voice is high and airy. The meat is
held out before her as she sings.
Dankanta  feels hot-tempered right now. She stomps her foot on the ground. 
Leigha has arrived.

Pianoman Bronze Hatchling leaps out of his shell with unbridled energy,
wanting to fly already though his wings are still damp with egg-goo. 

Shava had one hand down on the ground to help support her and one hand up,
dealing with the flying blue, but now the second hand has completely left
the meat alone and has come up to aid the other one ask well. What to do
about this troublesome blue? And what about the meat left behind and the
little brown she was after?
O'no mutters to herself, grin starting to droop, as yet another hatchling
arrives. One quick glance and that is all she needs to see that that one
would be a handful. And to which Chaddyth warbles an affirmative. "Yeah,
and /you/ don't have to deal with him...heh, flying stomachs and constant
headaches." She turns away from the dragon to flutter the porcine strip a
bit more, just to make it look good for the ol' lifemate.
Trilassi watches the energy the bronze comes out with, she frowns again,
thats too much energy for her kicthens, why do people /want/ these
/things/ anyway?
Rhea looks at the newly hatched flit and actually starts to feel lonely
despite the new flit in her lap. A song comes to her mind sad sweet and
just a memory prehaps it comes from a time of younger clothes. Looking
around she desides its better to be lonely with others.
May is so startled by the sudden crack of new yorks shell she over
balances and flounders just a little, "Imi! I was right!" this is a shock
as well, she didnt really this she /would/ be right. And her brown sounds
just as shocked, though his squeel is more from being tossed about by his
pets sharp movement. A cause? How about 'The rights of May to her
balance'?
Leigha sends Murath into the waters of the lake as she walks down to see
what all the fuss is about.  "Hello there," she grins and waves.  "Murath
says there's - ooo..."  Stopped short at the sight of the tiny hatchlings,
she immediately reaches into her pouch for a bit of that dried wherry.
"Sing us a song..." she murmurs.
Flare flitters and munches on the wherry proffered to him.

You May Be Right Brown Hatchling splashes merrily through the edges of the
surf, tweaking the dog mischievously with a nip on the flank before
sneaksneaksneaking playfully among milling ankles.

Mayana blinks as shell explodes, young tomboy nanny eyeing excitable
bronze with a careful look - she /knows/ energy when she sees it, works
with hyper weyrbrats all that -- and that is it. "What /is/ it with that
one?" she mutters under her breath exhasperatedly, though a petuant flick
of boney wrist is given in motion towards bronze first..then brown, though
real interest seems rest idly on the Shredded Swiss Cheese Egg -- shredded
wherry in hand is worth one in the egg?
Maniac yelps as he gets nipped, he jumps up and runs off and hides,
Viriani turnsaround and looks at the brown, she smiles and shakes her head
at the dog, and grabbing a piece of meat, she holds it out.
Kevynn shrugs and offers his meatrolls to the bronze.  Might as well get
hung for a herdbeast as hung for an ovine.  And he looks fantastic!  All
that energy, too!   A great counter for someone like him, but who wants
just a couple half-meatrolls when everyone else is offering the best meat?
Alliyah sits back, holding the little blue in her arms, next to the rock
her brown is perched upon. The brown creens down at the blue, his 'little
brother' of sorts as the blue feasts. Alliyah's clear voice says, "Flare.
You're name shall be Flare."
Shava finally gives up on keeping her blue at bay and gropes around for
the meat trying to keep Rye in sight. But she can seem to reber where she
left the meat and unfortunately has none left on her. Not wanting to look
away from her blue, sh(Shava), uses her hands to feel all around her for
those little pieces of meat, having a worried look on her face as she does
so.
Rhea picks some left over meat she hadn't seen before and turns all her
attention to the bronze who almost seems to belong elsewhere. What is he
doing here? Oh well the least she can do is offering him a little
something for his trouble.

Pianoman Bronze Hatchling bugles softly; ladykiller croon, there. Wings
outstretched, he flaps determinedly over the sand, sniffing here and there
at the remains of his fellow musical eggs. Roving eyes pass over the
splashing surf and gathered crowd; okay, drinks are free, but who's buying
dinner?

Alliyah looks up at the Bronze, and smiles.  A beauty, yes, but nowhere
nearso as Flare or Ripple.
May straighten out and claims the steady ground with one hand, her meat
still bairly held clear of dirt, dirty meat isnt very good. But then soft
little grey eyes are laied on the Pianoman, admiring sunset hide and
burnished copper wings, and the energetic step he takes. Her own giggles
singing their own song, "Yer funny." an innocent mind for a real gentleman
to mold into a proper Lady.
You May Be Right Brown Hatchling sneaks. Sneaksneak. Hee hee, what fun!
Who'll be his next victim?
Trilassi snorts, she isn't buying dinner, she has to make it. Meat is
bitten through as she glares at the pianoman.
Leigha grins lopsidedly as the bronze crooner bugles.  "A regular charmer,
eh?"  She finds the wherry and crouches on the ground.  "Play us a song."
Kevynn smiles at the bronze, trying to catch his attention with those
meatroll-drumsticks.  He's got dinner right here, and back home, he can
find plenty of dinner on the hoof.  He could definitely use some help in
the ladykilling department.
Viriani watches the brown sneak, she can do that to, and Viri sneaks after
the brown. Her meat in hand, and a smirk on her face, she follows the
hatchling, shes going to capture him! And a bomb/meat is tossed his way.
O'no's greened eyes reguard the deboinare bronze with a most critical eye,
just 'looking' at him as if studying a runner for faults. Lips purse and
dimples show plainly upon her cheeks. Head cocks to the side to look to
the remaining egg...yes, the torture her lifemate is putting her through
is almost over. the ghost of a grin graces the edges of her lips now.
Alliyah quirks an eyebrow at the little brown hatchling as he slinks
around the beach. She smiles and leans in to scritch at Flare as Ripple
hops over from the rock onto her shoulder.

Pianoman Bronze Hatchling, play? with these claws? No no, he tells Leigha
all about it in rich warbled baritone. He'll gladly sing a song, though,
if anyone would care to stuff some bread in his... mouth.

Shava brings both hands back off to try and calm the blue again then
lowers her left one to continue the search for the lost meat. "Rye, stop
it. I'll find you the meat, just give me time to fnd it." Her hand on the
search unknowingly creeps closer and closer to the meat and the person
herself thinks of there it might be and how to deal with this pesky flit.
Aliana walks in from Southwestern Bowl.
Rhea suddonly decides that this flit is why shes here in fact this is the
reason everyone is here. All loneliness and regrets drip away when one
watches this hatchling listens to this hatchling. She wonders for a moment
if she should offer him marks not food but changes her mind after a
moment. Maybe she should get him something to drink.
Trilassi could stuff his mouth with bread alright, if that would keep him
from squaking in her kitchens, she tosses some breading stripped from her
meatrolls towards him.

You May Be Right Brown Hatchling lets out a startled squawk as something
smacks him in the rear, and he instinctively whirls around to bite it. Oh.
Just meat. Chew. Hey, this stuff ain't bad.

Well, bread May doesnt have, unless your talkin money, and then in
hatchling terms fresh meat is just as good, and this little one is more
than willing to shove what shes got into that mouth... though just how
will he sing around it?

You May Be Right Brown Hatchling may be crazy, but Viriani is the lunatic
he's looking for!

Kevynn would love to hear a song and meatrolls have bread in them, after
all.  And he's in desperate need of some ladykiller help, too.  There are
lots of ladies back home, he just can't seem to figure out what to do with
them.  Bread and meat, no problem.
Alliyah flicks her gaze to the cheezy egg. Having noticed it before, she
wonders what'll become of it and what is inside.
Aliana saw a commotion going on from the distance so she picks up her
dress and her pace towards the crowd to see what might be happening,
recognizing pretty much no one.
Gershom lightly strokes the dainty little green in his lap, gaze shifting
over toward the lone remaining egg.
O'no's gaze almost glazes over as she looks almost to have lost interest
in teh hatching. The catter-wailing bronze never really had any charm for
her to beginwith...being born as a firelizard doesn't help any. with a
note of attention in the form of a bugle from her lifemate, rider blinks
back to the situation and gazes to the left alone egg.
Viriani picks up the brown, having caught him, the 'bombs' are now given
to him to eat, which he gratefully gulps down.
Shava finds the lost piece of meat and only gives a small part to her
blue, having noticed that there is one egg left and she hopes that it
might be one she will want to try for. She shakes her head at the blue and
watches the brown impress another and a bronze which she didn't see
before, go about a choose. The last egg remains and all she does is sit
and wait, hoping to again.
Mela looks thoughtfully at the remaining egg as she snuggles her new
beloved blue, his head nodding on her shoulder.

Pianoman Bronze Hatchling shuffles, kicking up sand in a jaunty
almost-dance as he scouts the area for a good sponsor. Careless talk about
easy money? He can swing that. If only there's someone out there who'll
keep the faith to him... seems everybody loves him now.

Leigha's lopsided smile spreads like wildfire across her face as she holds
out the wherry.  "I've no bread, I think you'd like this better."  She
winks as he dances.
Shredded Swiss Cheese Egg hasn't forgotten about this whole hatching
thing. What's that bronze dolt doing out there now...?
Aliana tries figure out what is going on at the small gathering, but her
height is just a little short to get a clear view. Her curiousity causes
her to weave around the various pillars to try and get a closer look.

Shredded Swiss Cheese Egg rolls about in a small circle before delicately
spiderwebbing open. Blame it all on yourself, but Always a Woman Green
Hatchling has arrived.
Always a Woman Green Hatchling
Dark, pouty eyes lurk behind regally swept eyeridges on a pert, haughty
face. Oil-based olive sweeps her princessly form in a satin finish. Coy,
she holds her wings half-spread so as not to reveal more of her body than
she wants anyone to see at a time. Sly, she could feign innocence on one
claw while snitching delicacies with the other. Her tail, snakelike,
trails behind her like the most precious of tresses, its gold-tipped end
held lightly off the ground so as not to be sullied in the dust.

Mayana sighs idly, dark brows clefting to raise over glazed expression in
idle curiousity to flick gaze towards the Shredded Swiss Cheese Egg yet
again. Own flaking bits of dried wherry still are rolled in palm's grasp -
by now well mangled, admitedly -, "Things I'll do ta escape the
bratpack.." she mumbles under her breath, rocking back on scuffed heels
again as she absently streches in crouched place.
Kevynn continues to offer his food.  "Plenty of bread where that came
from.  And always plenty."  He swishes the meatrolls in a lighter dance,
almost like overlong fingers on keys, a light baritone hum escaping his
lips.
Rhea decides that this place sounds like a carni that is a gather although
luckily doesn't smell like beer. Her offering is not marks but food and
thats probibly a good thing as well after all who ever heard of flit
eating marks?
Shava stares at the last egg has it hatches into a green. She holds the
herdbeast closer to her and looks this green up and down and decides, it
is one that she'll go for. So she dangles the piece of meat from her hand
and watches the green move around, seeing what she'll do next.
Trilassi frowns at the bronze, money? *snort* She /dosen't/ have even 3
marks, what do you think she is? A Wherry? She leans back a little and
munches her meat, trying to ignore the bronze...
O'no startles as the metalic flecked egg shatters to reveal a most
obviously feminine firelizard. She watches the green with a most cursory
glance, then looks back to the hovering as he rests Chaddyth, "Thats it,
my friend." A touch of a triumphant tone is unmistakeable in her voice.
Attention shifts back to the green and the porcine is flicked about once
more, a tad worse for the wear though.
May keeps the faith, sure, shes not even been distracted by all the other
eggs and hatchlings, "I knew he'd be a bronze, didnt I Imi?" is now
proudly proclaimed, neverminding the fact that the afirmation of her guess
was a very big shock, Mays nto really good at guessing colors. But now
that she's right it seems almost ment to be, and her fresh, new, crisp
(well not really) bits of meat are offered in payment for nights and
nights of entertainment... and days too.

Always a Woman Green Hatchling could kill with a smile; she wounds with
her eyes, flaunting her grace in that bronze buffoon's face before
strolling out to examine the array of choices before her. Bread? What was
he thinking? She sniffs disdainfully.

Man! I feel like a woman..? Actually, right now Mayana feels like she is -
a stiff and tired tomboy ex-weyrbrat, completely opposite of the seeming
personality of hatchling presented - yet, do not opposites attract?
Cherubic expression quirks musedly as she eyes the Always a Woman Green
Hatchling, strolling a moment with wrist to slow 'jived' moves, "Hey
now..what's a lady like you doin' in a joint like this?" she muses under
her breath in a false audiable note.
Flare creens as he dozes off.
Trilassi almost snorts again, but wait, this green may be for her,
Trilassi does somthing shes never done before, she offers a piece of meat
to a firelizard. She feels like a woman, yep, and she is one.
Leigha has no eyes for any but the bronze hatchling before her.  "Man,
what are you doing here?" she whispers to him, frankly admiring.  She
shuffles the regular wherry around in her hand.
Shava smiles at how the green behavves, most definately a woman("Most
definately a woman.") Shava holds the herdbeast up high and out before
her, with tiny little movements from here to there every now and then.
"Here now young lady, is this something you want?"
Aliana catches her breath when she finally can get a clear view of the
situation and her eyes open predictably wider. Remaining
uncharacteristically silent for her, the apprentice brings her hands
together before her chest and watches.
Chaddyth rests back on his haunches, folding his wings neatly at his
sides, though head and neck extends out to shade his lifemate.
Bronwnrider, on the other hand, remains in place, cnsidering the picky
female lizzie. Sly grin now makes its was across her tanned features as a
most curious thought comes to her. Posture streightens at the thought of a
female, though firelizard, addition to her weyr. It has merit...and the
wiggling of the forced offering stills to a near wave of shallow
proportinons.
Kevynn continues to offer his meatrolls to the bronze, he'll keep the
faith, crazy as he has to be to do it.  He keeps offering his
bread-and-meat combination unwaveringly, though they're still shaking to a
beat.  It's the beat of one particular pianoman.

Pianoman Bronze Hatchling peers at May. She's got a way about her... he
doesn't know what it is, but... he ponders. He's the entertainer, that's
for sure. This night could lead to a few more hard day's nights if she'd
take him as he is. (Hey, who says a downtown boy can't like the Beatles,
too?)

 Pianoman Bronze Hatchling warbles tenor encore and marches forth with
purpose, decision made. He's in the mood for a meal, and May has him
feelin' all right.

Viriani waves over at Aliana, the brown in her hands, still eating.

Always a Woman Green Hatchling sniffs, preening a flawless olive hide with
a swipe of her nose, trilling imperiously for attention. A/hem/.
Leigha watches the bronze moving towards May and smiles cheerfully.  "Good
for you, May," she calls, grey eyes happy for the little girl.
Alliyah looks up to the people who just impressed. Her soft soprano voice
calls out, "Congratulations." She looks over at the green who thinks she's
a gold. "H'lo."
Kevynn shrugs, nods congratulations to May, and moves on to the green.
She probably doesn't like meatrolls.  Oh, well.  Wiggle wiggle wiggle.
May giggles more and pays her dues, stuffing her Piano full untill he
thinks maybe its enough to do a set. A glances goes up to her elder
though, a beaming smile on her face, "Thanks Leigha."
Trilassi snorts this time, attention? The green will have to /show/ her
how great she is before Trilassi will give her nay attention, so far, she
just looks like a brat.
Rowan eases sensually in from Southwestern Bowl.
Gershom grins over at May as the bronze impresses, letting out a subdued,
"Congradulations.." before he returns his attention to see who the lonely
little green attaches herself too.

Always a Woman Green Hatchling is NOT lonely... the only lonely hearts
around here will be the ones she breaks. She poses coyly. Well? Who'll
take up the offer?
Mayana chuckles alittle under her breath - attention grabbing, just like
the weyrbrats, though, I'm sure Always A Woman Green Hatchling wouldn't
like such a comparison much. "Yer jus' like some others I know.." she
mumbles amusedly, giving a flick of chin downwards in a over exagerated
mock-bow, again succulent flakes of shredded wherry are palmed upwards for
view -- for approval?
Shava chuckles at how much the green wants and insteads, holds out the
meat with both hands with the meat laid(liad) acros them and down low so
she can try it. "You are e(also) one for attention as well. But of course
a lady always needs some attention, especially fo(from) men, but not
always."
Alliyah giggles at the green slightly, her own flits asleep. One in her
arms, one wrapped across her shoulders.
Rhea stands carefully and holds the angry young blue. A call brings the
annoyed feline to her side and she turns to go.
O'no has method to her madness, that she does. Head cocks to the side,
burnished locks falling over one eye as she watches the green. Tongue
licks her lips once more, then comes the movement. Porcine strip is slid
'tween two long fingers, then sent to trembling but faintly. Eyes flick up
to look at the underside of Chad's head, grin widens 'till a flash of
white teeth.
Trilassi won't take any offer, and, yes, you have found her secret, she is
/lonley/! But, you could make her un-lonley, right? She profers meat
again.
Aliana blinks when she spots an unexpected wave nearby. "Viri!", calls her
eloquent voice, excitement bristling from its tone and timbre. Forgetting
about the hatching, she heads over to the woman like a child, nearly
tripping in her impulsiveness.
Viriani laughs at Aliana, "Hi!" she says, brown still in hand, and Maniac
pup beside her.
Kevynn grins at the green's attitude.  If she picks him, he'll be in big
trouble!  But it could be fun.  He offers meatroll halves for the
umpteenth time, hoping for the best.  He's never alone, but he is a bit
lonely.  Perhaps a green like her would go for a guy like him?
From Rowan's shoulder, Poot peers at the wee green.  Harrumph.  Cute, but
wrinkly.  Dragonrider bends and unfastens a little leather package of
sweetmeats from her belt.  As Poot watches, sweetmeat is offered.
Harrumph again.
Aliana pats her own heart with one hand and brushes her long hair out of
the way with her other. "Did you just meet a new friend?", the harper asks
as she tries to subside her own breaths. After brushing her hair out of
th