Star Stones MOO - Tuesday, December 22, 1998, 7:31 PM
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Weyr Lake Shore

Sand stretches from bowl's floor to water smoothly, leaving a mere lapping of 
 slight waves to slap against the shoreline. The sand is left less packed here 
 than it is in the bowl, the soft sand underfoot opening onto the Weyr's 
 oasis. Mirror-like water can reflect merciless sun into the eyes of the 
 unwary, but the bold colors of a sunset casting colors against the lake makes 
 this a much-favored spot. Far to the northwest, the hurry of the living 
 cavern area is left behind and the warmth that penetrates through a weary 
 body on the unshaded shore rivals that of the hatching grounds to the 
 northeast.

Perched somewhere up high, you see Archer and Stormer.
You see Charging Taurus Egg, Left Handed Twin Gemini Egg, Right Handed Twin 
 Gemini Egg, Patient Virgo Egg, Burrowing Cancer Egg, Skittering Scorpio Egg, 
 Wobbling Libra Egg, Proud Aries Egg, Schooling Pisces Egg, Rampant Leo Egg, 
 Dawning Aquarius Egg, and Kitty here.
Mel, Natobi, Xesis, Fenec, and Sviek are here.
Gilean is asleep here.
>From here you can go:
Feeding Grounds Complex   Shallows                                             
Kohath has arrived.
Jennel has arrived.
Jennel arrives.
Kelina has arrived.
Kelina arrives.
Archer dozes off...
Sviek scowls as she shuffles in, peering at everyone suspiciously. "You 
 haven't seen nana, have you?" She inquires of Natobi, eyes flickering around 
 warily.
Gelsyari saunters in from Southwestern Bowl.
Aliea has arrived.
Aliea arrives.
Alanis walks in from Southwestern Bowl.
Kohath sends asnd flying everywhere as he lands, immediately wandering over to 
 snuffle at the eggs, head swimnging over to his rider suddenly.
Azala has arrived.
Azala arrives.
Natobi says, "Nope."
K'den slides down Kohath's neck to the ground.
Sviek plops contentedly down on the sand at the answer. "Good. She's not 
 'sposed to find me."
Quinta has arrived.
Quinta arrives.
Gershom has arrived.
Gershom arrives.
Fenec jogs in along the beach, to where the firelizard had pointed out to him. 
 He looks towards the bronze, screeching up a little cloud of sand and wavcing 
 towards him, grinning, before nodding at K'den. "Thanks, K'den!" he says, 
 warmly, as he finds a place to plop down and watch things. "Didn' 'spect 
 t'see a clutch like this'n."
Naefl has arrived.
Naefl arrives.
Hands settled deep into clothing's dark pockets, Xesis strolls along lake 
 shore's line with shreads of nonchalance. Presence of people -- Mass 
 quantities of people -- is noted, and taken in stride, the girl merely 
 continuing her walk.. Nigh oblivious to the reason everyone has gathered.
Jamera has arrived.
Jamera arrives.
Alanis wanders in, jug in hand. Need some water fer washing...No why're all 
 these people here?
Cillan has arrived.
Cillan arrives.
Natobi sits down, laughing for the sheer irony of it.  "I come to Crom to 
 relax, fin a bunch of people there.  OKay, so I got back home to Igen and 
 what do I find?!" She holds her hands up.
Jennel smiles as she looks at the people. She mutters "whoa I didn't think 
 that that many people wanna swim."
K'den drops to the sand at Kohath's shoulder, stumbling slightly to catch his 
 balance. "Yes, yes, I see them, love." To Fenec, he grins, "Call it a 
 community clutch. Archer and Ny'lan's green went up about the same time."
Yelena walks along the shoreline, glowering as she finds her red-cheeked and 
 peeling face is suddenly confronted by the arrival of /people/! And not just 
 people, but people that includes a particular brownrider and the brown that 
 he rode in on.
Aliea walks towards the lake, a small carryall slung over her shoulder and 
 head lowered in thought. That is until all of these people caught her 
 attention. This was supposed to be a 'quiet' visit, or so she thought. 
Jamera looks around curiously as she finds so very many people, then spots 
 K'den, and wanders over, looking tired, to ask "Some lesson, huh? I'm 
 exhausted." Then her head turns, to ask politely, "How are you, Kohath?"
Naefl smiles at his pal Cillan, they were just going for a ride on Cillan's 
 mare, when they stumbled upon another clutch.  Odd...
Azala walks in absent-mindedly, nodding to the group in general and taking a 
 spot over near the water, in the warm sand. Her eyes stare only at the sky, 
 not noticing any much of the group, and her reason for being here is beyond 
 most's comprehension.
Dragged in by yet another drudge, Kelina is taken aback at the strange 
 location she's been brought to. "And you think I'll find runners here? A lot 
 of help /you/ are." With that, she spins on a heel to face the crowd 
 and--clutch? "G'day," gal greets pleasantly. "What brings everyone here all 
 of a sudden?"
Tadiera wobbles on her crutches in from Southwestern Bowl.
Gershom quietly strolls toward the lake, quirking a brow at the gathering of 
 people.  He shrugs slightly and puts on his best smile, approaching the group.
Trea has arrived.
Trea arrives.
Sviek twirls in the sand happily, peering at each person in turn. Now and then 
 she stares torwards the bowl, just to make sure her nana isn't coming. "She 
 not 'sposed to find me, 'cause I'm not 'sposed to be here. So if anyone sees 
 nana, tell me so I c'n run 'way 'gain."
Patient Virgo Egg quivers a little in its mound of sand.
Fenec nods at K'den, grinning broadly as he swings a foot back and forth in 
 the sand. Something about hatching eggs seems to draw people as quickly as 
 firelizards. Like the humming of his Stormer, and Tombstone, who's perched on 
 his head. Fenec stretches langourously, flexing his limbs a little, then 
 flopping back to stare upwards at the sky, waiting to see if something will 
 happen. From all the noise, it seems something will, of course. And he 
 brought along some food, just in case.
Cillan smiles at his favorite girl, Trea. "Hey Trea, how are you doing.." Dang 
 that blasted rosey cheeks again.  He isn't blushing, really he isn't...
Tadiera grins at everyone, she waves towards Trea, giving a lopsided grin to 
 everyone.
Kohath begins to hum quietly, crouching in the sand near the eggs, eyes 
 sweeping over all those there, watching with interest.
Natobi wanders around to locate the Traders in this mob. 
Gelsyari grimaces, rubbing her posterior.  "My rear is /frozen/."  Is her 
 first complaint.  An expression of stun settles neatly over her features, 
 clouding them.  Now to find that woman.  Girl glances about, in search of the 
 aforementioned person.  Probably not here, but with all these people, who 
 knows.
Natobi wanders around to locate the Traders in this mob. "Hi, Alanis.  Come 
 here often?" She giggles.  Seems like a lot of people do.  "Trying to get 
 away from the screams at the train, too?"
Onix walks with a sensuous sway of her hips in from Southwestern Bowl.
What does it matter, though, the existence of a hoarde of humans? Not a thing 
 to Xesis -- She merely continues to walk, bare toes straying into lapping 
 waters every few steps, a trail of wet footprints following her path. Is it 
 colder outside? Makes no difference to her, she.. walks.
Right Handed Twin Gemini Egg rocks and bumps against its Gemini clutchmate as 
 though sensing the immenent roar of the audience.
Naefl get's off of his friends mare, obviosly he has others to see.... E'bola 
 is with him now, and he smiles to her, and asks, "Do you care to stay for 
 this?"
Azala lifts her head slightly at the sound of the child, glancing at the egg 
 only momentarily before returning to her state of daydreams. Her conciousness 
 barely shows, just...staring. Upwards.
E'bola nods.
Trea peers about the place. Crowds do attract people, even this herder who's 
 only here for a visit. "Hi."  she nods to Tadiera, heading to Cillan's side. 
 "You're here too?"  she whispers, eyes moving down to the eggs. Eggs?
Gershom lifts a hand slightly in a somewhat shy greeting as he comes within 
 speaking distance, "Ah, hello?"  He smiles somewhat sheepishly, seeming to 
 take in the entire scene at once.
Alanis fills the jug and latches the top closed. She hangs it's belt over her 
 shoulder and looks up. Shaking her head, she walks over to Natobi and shakes 
 her head." Actually, I was getting us some wash water. It's not much quieter 
 here then it is in the wagon."
Jennel smiles. "Well I know why everyone is here the eggs."
Mel grins broadly at the wobbling eggs, a hatching! Just her thing, and at the 
 weyr, where sh e lives, wow, if only this would happen more often!
Archer hisses possessively, hunching over /her/ eggs with whirling yellow eyes.
Jamera watches with interest, crouching down, and rifling through her sack, 
 lunch pulled out. The living caverns are close enough to find some more 
 later. For now, she stets about pulling apart rolls, and finding the wherry 
 inside.
Fenec looks down at the sand, unable to resist doing it. He runs his fingers 
 through it, toying with a little pile before smoothing it over, making lines 
 and marks in it. Here, there, everywhere. A few jotted ideas, in the natual 
 notepad.
No, not everyone. At least, not Yelena. She was oblivious to the clutch. Had 
 she known, she probably would have (knowing her) tried to stomp on them to 
 keep them from hatching. As she nears the small mound in her passing, 
 Archer's hiss causes the sunburnt girl to glare at her. "Oh you be quiet and 
 go...do something."
Burrowing Cancer Egg shivers and shimmies and tries to burrow its way out of 
 the pile, tired of hiding.
Natobi laughs at her firend's retort.  "True.  But at least the crys aren't 
 shrill yells, more the low murmerings of coversation.  At least, not yet," 
 She motions to the eggs.  "When those hatch, it will be noiser than in the 
 train."  Natobi sighs. "What I would give from some quiet."
Burrowing Cancer Egg shimmies and shakes, and suddenly cracks by a powerful 
 blow from within. Shell falls away to reveal Lethal Weapon Brown Hatchling.
Lethal Weapon Brown Hatchling
Light, limber and lithe, this firelizard carries himself with a slinky grace. 
 Washed-out tan is the color of the day, deepening to rich brown highlights on 
 his face, and light gold accents over the curve of his shoulders and wings. 
 Long, long tail lashes in perpetual coiling movement, wings half-unfurled for 
 optimal balance. Quiet, swift and disciplined, every movement is made with 
 lethal efficiency.
Eggs. Darkened eyebrow raises in Xesis' silent acknowledgement of /their/ 
 presence, though steps keep being taken: One, two, a left print, then a right 
 -- Continuation of movements; why stop for things such as those?
Jiconia walks in from Southwestern Bowl.
Sviek stops twirling as she catches sight of the moving eggs. "Oooh.." She 
 whispers, crawling just a /tad/ closer. Don't wanta get the momma mad. 
 "Cuute..." She looks up at Archer and tilts her head. "Are they /your/ eggs, 
 miss 'lizard? They're very pretty, you have be-yoo-tiful eggs. An' they're 
 gonna hatch, right? I've never been to a /hatching/..." She jumps slightly at 
 the cracking of the cancer egg, grinning at the hatchling. "Hiya."
Onix wanders over, her eyes brows raised at the amount of people.  Catching a 
 few famliar faces she wanders up to 'Lanis, the puzzled look still apparent 
 on her face.  "What's..." her ears catch the word eggs.  ohh, thats whats 
 going on.  Dark eyes search the area, a smile sent toward the large brown 
 dragon.
Cillan smiles at his Trea, funny how possesive he is.. He picks up her hand 
 and smiles at her.  "Wanna set down near the hatching grounds?"  His ice blue 
 eyes shift to hers.  Well not much can be done now...
Quinta wears a grim frown on her face, hobbling along on only half-sturdy 
 crutches to assist the support of her temporarily injured ankle. At the sight 
 of Yelena and Azala a grin promptly replaces the pout. With a quick wave, 
 fingers splayed, to each of her friends/acquaintances, she makes for an 
 empty, secluded patch of sand and eases her weight off of her left foot; 
 besides, she has a nice lunch right here all ready for eating.
Aliea lifts her head and glances towards the area everyone one else is. 
 Rocking eggs? Ah well, she's bound to be an intresting day as she settles on 
 the outskirts of of the group, folding her legs under her as she sits. 
Mel shivers with excitment, holding out her meat  towards the brown hatchling, 
 "Here," she says to the brown, "Want some?" she adds.
Jennel smiles as she looks in her little sack and after some digging pulls out 
 a bag of different kinds of snacks. Jennel looks up to see the hatching. She 
 tosses some special snacks at the flit hoping that iit like to catch.
Lethal Weapon Brown Hatchling stalks forth with an imperious crow, confident 
 gaze flicking over the assembled crowd. Who will dare challenge him?
Natobi gives the new hatchling a glamce.  She loves to see them hatch and 
 impress but that one doesn't quite seem her type.  Too demanding.  Not 
 willing to take it easy.  She'll wait.  In them meantime, she can still chat 
 with 'Lanis.
Kohath raises his head as Yelena speaks, swinging ti around to snort in her 
 direction, blowing hot air in the general direction of her face.
Alanis nods." We could tgrow the kids out, but that'd be cruel. So i guess 
 we'll just have to deal with it." she turns to look at the new hatchling." 
 Pretty brown." she comments turning back to Onix." i was just getting some 
 water and a whole buncha people flocked in for the hatching..." she pauses." 
 What I wanna know is how people know about these things? Especially people 
 who don't live in Igen?
Kelina notices a familiar face and scurries over to the Assistant Headwoman of 
 her home weyr with a broad grin, "Heya, Aliea!" A hand raises to sketch an 
 ecstastic wave, and she settles down on the sand next to Aliea, digging out 
 the spiderclaw from earlier. "Ooh, he's a tough looking one!"
Gershom furrows his brow slightly and sidles a bit closer to the eggs, craning 
 his neck for a good look.  He blinks a few times rapidly as one seems to have 
 already hatched.  A smile breaks across his face as he admires the small 
 creature, leaning a bit closer.
Rin  
Skittering Scorpio Egg quivers as though wanting to rise to the challenge, 
 but... not just yet. Patience.
Alanis nods." We could tgrow the kids out, but that'd be cruel. So i guess 
 we'll just have to deal with it." she turns to look at the new hatchling." 
 Pretty brown." she comments turning back to Onix." i was just getting some 
 water and a whole buncha people flocked in for the hatching..." she pauses." 
 What I wanna know is how people know about these things? Especially people 
 who don't live in Igen?
Challenge? Challenge not is Xesis plan, though she pauses to give glance over 
 to the eggs and their firelizard hatchlings -- Hatchling, per se. Toes splash 
 a shred more in the moving waters, a single fingerfish caught by accident in 
 engineered wave. My. An offering?
Tadiera settles down in the warm sand, setting her crutches beside her, she 
 pulls out some meat that she didn't get the chance to eat, now, it seems she 
 may nt get a chance at all.
Trea nods, darting a slightly shy look back at Cillan, noiselessly sliding 
 down to the ground even as the gaggle seems to crane toward hatchling. "This 
 place is crowded today, hot too."  is the soft complaint, "Do you think.. 
 those eggs will hatch?"  she returns a question, its safe to talk about eggs, 
 always.
Aliea glances towards the brown, tilting her head to one side as Kelina 
 approaches and settles next to her. "Hello, Kelina was it," she asks, looking 
 towards the hatchling again. "Perhaps. It seems like it though."
Sviek catches the challenging glint in the brown's eye, giggling and settling 
 back to build a fortress of sand. No, she's not interested in a challenge. 
 She'd prefer simple playing, though in the game of hatchings both challengers 
 are the winners.
Naefl laughs at Cillan, a love-struck fool... Oh well he will take care of 
 hhis runner for the time being.. He grabs ahold the leather stap and moves 
 foawrd near the crowd, and ties the runner off near a patch of green.  He 
 moves himself quietly out of the way... Then spies that the hatching has 
 started...  Well it never hurts to be present.  How did all of these people 
 get here?  He was just riding with Cillan, and...
Yelena cringes and pulls back as Kohath dares to breathe in her general 
 direction. "Don't you ever clean his teeth?" she asks, apparently speaking to 
 the brown's rider even though she looks at the brown. She doesn't watch where 
 she steps as she takes a step backward and to the side. Eggs underfoot? 
 Where? She'd never come close to stepping on any on purpose!
Jennel smiles at the fiestive little hatchling. she takes her snacks and 
 builds a fake firelizard. She puts it in a fighting position and she calls "I 
 am ready to fight you yopung one." Then she moves the arms into punching 
 motions."
Jamera watches teh brown carefully, head tilted to one side carefully, as she 
 considers. Challenge? Why not. Wherry is slowly extended, but not too close. 
 If you want it, you better prove you're good enough to get it. Why would I 
 come over to you?
Jiconia stops short, eyes narrowing, lips frowning...people and more moving 
 rocks. Usually means only one thing, unless a rather stong Earthquake has 
 just swept through "More of the living stomach-things." Lovely. Ji plops 
 down,  her semi-urgent errand all but forgotten. These things are always 
 interesting.
Onix shrugs, eyes darting from the general center of the crowd, where the eggs 
 must be, and Alanis.  "I just don't know.  I steped out of the wagon and all 
 i could hear was this din comming from this direction.  It's amazing isn't 
 it?"  She shakes her head and looks back towards the center of the crowd.  
 "Big crowd for this one huh?" she askes glancing back toward 'lanis.
Quinta's face contorts into a wince as a small child, scampering around on the 
 shores, comes dangerously close to her and veers directly into the injured 
 limb. Scowling at the child, 
There is a flash of golden-brown and a small chirp as Sienna comes from 
 ::between::
Gelsyari casts an appropriately withering glance at the crowd, sitting down 
 and settling limbs into a suitable position for a show.  She's not about to 
 be challenging anything, particularly not a 'lizard.  At least, not publicly. 
 "It's cute, you know.  At least, /that/ one is.  I wonder if firelizards care 
 about their looks?"  Eyes take note of 'lizard through a horde of feet and 
 bodies, and Gels' first question is asked.
Gershom holds out an arm in warning as he notices a foot getting a bit too 
 close to those eggs for comfort, "Be careful there.. Wouldn't want to trip 
 ona nything and damage those eggs."
Lethal Weapon Brown Hatchling lifts his muzzle, sniffing the scent of meat on 
 the air. Pfah, thrown tidbits. Show some respect! Slinky head snaking 
 gracefully, he rushes forward, then back, playing with his supplicants. And 
 showing off his lanky grace at the same time.
Azala goes home.
Tadiera gives a grin towards Naefl, "Hey there, I got dragon transport, always 
 works..." she trails off tilting her head at the hatching, "Oh, no, not 
 again..."
Cillan smiles "Yes of course, I hope all goes well, I just impressed a blue 
 back there, but I didn't think ther'd be another one..."  He takes out part 
 of a meat roll, "Would you like some Trea?" he asks.
Sauscony has arrived.
Sauscony arrives.
Kohath snorts once more at Yelena, possibly out of pure mischief. His ehad 
 raises a little, looking down at her with interest, and the snaking towards 
 her.
Alanis laughs and nods." Pretty Amazing." I'm just gonna sit and watch, see 
 what happnes, ya know? Maybe try." she shrugs." How about you?"
Quinta's face contorts into a wince as a small child, scampering around on the 
 shores, comes dangerously close to her and veers directly into the injured 
 limb. Scowling at the child, "You /impudent/ brat, look what you've /done/!" 
 is wailed in a woefully high-pitched, squeaky voice. Like an angered wherry, 
 and quite loud enough to make one wince. Quin pulls her ankle up close and 
 whimpers at it, as if nothing in the world could ever make it better.
Dangling betwixt pixie-like fingers, spiderclaw squirms restlessly, causing 
 Kelina to frown expressively. "Stop moving!" Hazel gaze dances upwards, and 
 an excited noise escapes her throat. "Show us those muscles!" She calls 
 appreciatively to the newly-hatched brown, then turns to ask of Aliea, "How's 
 it going?"
Xesis flicks her fingers in idle motion, two clasping guard upon gauzed tail 
 of her 'fish. 'Tis her fish, and it shall not be loosed lest she wishes it. 
 Steps hold pause, moving little as something flashing 'cross the waters catch 
 her eyes -- Something with scales, it seems -- So not a wherry or any of its 
 kin.
Tadiera giggles at the browns rushing forward and back, she holds her smoked 
 wherry towards  the rushing brown.
Supplicants? Not all supplicants. Certainly not Jamera. Healer she may be, and 
 she does care for others, but there's no reason why she should chase them 
 around. The food's hhere, if the brown is good enough to come and get it. 
 Hand moves around just a little, in a challenge.
Sauscony walks in absentmindedly "oooh, eggs!" she grabs some meat...
Lethal Weapon Brown Hatchling seems to smirk, narrow muzzle drawing back in a 
 toothy grin of amusement as he eyes the un-offered offering in Jamera's hand. 
 Now there's an interesting prospect.... faceted eyes suddenly caught by 
 dancing spiderclaw, he poses appreciatively and considers his options.
Jennel smiles as she makes the fake firelizard do some firelizard motions. She 
 makes the firelizard say "You want respect you have to fight me first then I 
 will give you respect if you win."
Without warning, Dawning Aquarius Egg suddenly splits in half, and Blazer Blue 
 Hatchling charges forth!
Blazer Blue Hatchling
Bright, nearly blinding blue coats this quick fellow, jewelled turqouise 
 spreading out over gigantic, bronze-tinged wings. Even folded, they trail 
 behind him like a cape as he darts from place to place. Nervous energy fuels 
 him, as though worried that if he stops for more than a moment something 
 might catch him. Shy, he frequently sweeps his wings forward to hide his face 
 as he scurries. A mask of deepest midnight drips down from his headknobs and 
 over his eyes, cowling his face with mystique.
Lammas has arrived.
Lammas arrives.
Fenec has connected.
Natobi sighs.  "I might try later.  Not right now, though.  That one isn't for 
 me." She focuses her attention away from that stuck'up hatchling. "I need one 
 more easy-giong, ya know?"
Trea smiles, why not and reaching for meatroll. For her or for the hatchling? 
 Is the unasked question, palm holding the roll poised hesitantly between her 
 mouth and the hungry jowls below.
Yelena's eyes narrow into a fullfleged glare as she looks at Kohath. "You stay 
 away from me you...you thing!" Another foot is placed behind her but she 
 doesn't step back just yet. She just remains in that position, one hand 
 shooing at the brown that is closing in far too close for her comfort.
Balinth arrives.
Mel grins and holds her tunnel snake meat out, waving it back and forth along 
 the sand, as though it were a live snake.
Cillan smiles, "You can have some, or use it for the hatchling..." he smiles 
 at the unheard problem...
Lethal Weapon Brown Hatchling hisses at the sudden appearance of the blue, 
 weaving his head around to snap at the interloper. These are /his/ people and 
 /his/ meat! Not to be outdone by some scrawny clutchbrother, he hisses a 
 warning.
Alanis nods." Hey look. A blue." she points to the newest hatchling." He's 
 nice, too. I like the color."
Fenec looks at the hatchlings who've just appeared, tossing and toying with a 
 bit of meat. More hatchlings. More mouths to feed. And just not that much 
 interest in either of them. he does grin at them, though, tucking the meat 
 into his palm so as to wait for the next appearances. Just in case.
Gershom crouches a bit as another egg cracks open, slowly reaching into a fold 
 in his clothing.  The hand soon reappears holding a bit of the boy's lunch.. 
 or so it was going too be.  He grins as the brown hisses, muttering softly to 
 no one in particular, "There's plenty of meat here for all, I think.."
Jiconia mutters to herself, 'Brown', then 'blue'....none really strike her, so 
 she watches with near-indifference, smiling slightly at the exited murmurings 
 of some, and the hopefull pleadings of others. This is better than wooly 
 things any day...
Onix shrugs.  "Probably just watch I think.  Unless a bronze or gold manages 
 to stumble back here.  I've got eight already ya know." She says turning to 
 lanis with a chuckle.  "Don't know if the wagon could hold another."  She 
 glances toward the direction lanis was motioning.  "Yea, i tend to prefer 
 blue over brown.   its a much nicer color i think."
Rin  
Blazer Blue Hatchling squawks loud confusion, eyes hidden behind his wings as 
 he stumbles out onto the sand; this unfortunately has the added effect of 
 blinding him. Tripping over his own feet, he sprawls with an indignant cry.
Winds her way down; with Balinth is she. He's so cute -- so unlike the brown 
 hatchling -- bOinging down 'longisde Lammas in utter joy. Slate grey eyes 
 sweep the lake, until she notices the others, " K'den!" and scrinches her 
 nose at Yelena. 
Naefl sits down near the runner, which may have not been a smart move, for the 
 runner accidently backed up over him. "Agggh!  Moran, gedoff!" he swats at 
 the clumbersome runner, who seems to appologize with her eyes, none the less 
 breaking his pack full of supplies, bandages and jars of numbweed pour out, 
 but are quite easily put back into place.  A meat roll rolls out along with 
 the supplies... supple and ready, and Naefl retrives it, and then thinks.. 
 just for a second, and offers it towards the general direction of the 
 hatchlings. 
Jamera does not move, not willing to give ground to anyone, and certainly not 
 to the brown. He's still to prove hsi worth to her, as far as she's concerned.
"Oh, I'm just fine. Was considering and planning on a quiet trip to Igen for 
 the day," Aliea tells Kelina streaching out her legs, and reaching into her 
 small carryall. "I wasn't expecting on seeing a hatching," she says amused, 
 gaze flickering between the brown and blue hatchlings in between looking in 
 that bag of hers. 
Tadiera reaches forward with her hand towards the blue, "Y-you ok?" she asks, 
 she sat close to the eggs since its quite hard to move with a broken leg.
Sviek grins happily and pats a pile of sand into place, the entire thing 
 looking more like a mountain than a fortress. Her eyes dance at the arrival 
 of the blue firelizard, abandoning the sand to edge inches closer to him. Not 
 too far, mind you, lest he become angry. "Hi.." She whispers, "You're pretty. 
 A pretty blue. Don't pay any 'tention to him," thumb juts back at the brown, 
 "He's just trying to make you back off so he can take his pick."
Jennel looks at the blue. She feels really sorry for him she says "Ohhh poor 
 little one you need someone to take care of you." She holds out some meat and 
 a caring hand.
Gelsyari lets already pouting lips droop just slightly more, forming an 
 expression of petulance on her face.  "'Lizards, lizards.  So high and 
 mighty.  People should be paying attention to something more important."  
 Like her.  Still - a sigh is heaved, mouth is reformed into a grin, hair is 
 checked, and meatroll is pulled out of her pocket.  Maybe one of them would 
 like to act high and mighty over her meat.
No one's meat is Xesis' offering; no one's but her own. Feet begin to glide 
 over sand again, edging water in to fill indentations, 'til that begins to 
 loose its pale of interest, for her. Fish is loosed for a moment, caught 
 again in other hand's swift movement as her mind changes -- Not to loose it, 
 to keep it, mayhap.
Kelina's hand bobs a little in excitement, the wafting aromas drifting towards 
 the tough, buff brown hatchling, and she breaks her gaze from the Headwoman 
 to whistle appreciatively to said brown. "Hey there good lookin', whatcha got 
 cookin'?" An eye snaps shut in a saucy wink at him, then she grins back to 
 Aliea. "I ask a drudge where I can get a runner, and he drags me here." Silly 
 drudges.
Lethal Weapon Brown Hatchling snorts derisively and turns his attention back 
 to the more important matter of food. That girl thinks she can handle him, 
 eh? He struts confidently forward, leaping with graceful agility for the bit 
 of meat in Jamera's hands. We'll see who the master is.
Quinta withdraws her hand from a small bag, drawstring sewn loosely around 
 it's widely girthed mouth, strip of seasoned and salted herdbeast clutched 
 tightly betwixt her fingers. She just lost her appetite anyhow, when the brat 
 tripped over her, so she doesn't really need - or want - the meat, tasty as 
 it may look. Appearances can be decieving anyhow. Rather than place it in her 
 own mouth, she gently thrusts her hand outward and makes a comical attempt to 
 scoot her bottom closer to the hatchlings. Or either. The blue's rather cute, 
 even if the brown's aggresive.
Alanis giggles slightly as a sudden though pops into her dead." I think the 
 firelizards of the wagon need their /own/ wagon." she grins and watches the 
 blue. Frowning as she alls, she makes her way through the crowd and sets down 
 here (hopefully) the blue can see her. She can see the blue at least. Pulling 
 out a  meatroll, she breaks it into fourths and lays it down on the ground in 
 front of her, watching the Blazer Blue." Hungry?" she calls to the 
 hatchling." I have some meatroll. It's good." she pats her stomach and licks 
 her lips, since firelizards don't speak english.
Trea nods once in reply to Cillan. She could, and blue's predicament seems to 
 strike her as well. Meat is tumbled around in a hand, lightly reaching down 
 to the blue. "Need a hand, little one?"  And the meatroll of course, designed 
 as fuel for later so long as he manages to get up.
Natobi smiles as she sees the one she was looking for hatch.  A clumsy thing, 
 it anything  That doesn't matter. "Be careful.  Take it slowly.  If you can!" 
 She laughs.  Some are impulsive.  Ignoring everything else, she digs in her 
 belt pouch for some scraps she has from her meal.  "A bit of fish, mayhaps? 
 Light, to make a person light-footed.  And you look as if you need it!" She 
 calls softly to the blue, persenting the fish like a water-bearer in Igen.  
 Tempting, slowing her wears slowly, taunting.
Yelena doesn't notice the nose scrunching that has been directed at her. 
 Lammas and Balinth are fairly ignored since Yelena is otherwise occupied with 
 watching that the brown dragon that looms in the near distance. As she 
 finishes her step backwards, a light spray of sand is pushed in the direction 
 of the small blinded blue firelizard.
Blazer Blue Hatchling untangles himself from his own wings with difficulty, 
 peering about shyly. Oh, he didn't know it was so bright out here! Where can 
 he hide?
Gershom edges closer while still crouched, in a rather odd-looking gait.  He 
 almost nervously presses the bit of meat from his fingertips into his palm, 
 kneading it unconsciously as he keeps his attention on those shining eggs and 
 scales.
Jamera has connected.
Cillan nods towards Trea, and starts to fumble with his torn sack, and quiet 
 carefully, removes a half damaged meat roll.  Needlessy, though he tries to 
 exert thoughts of happiness and warmth to the brown, as it out to be done.
Skittering Scorpio Egg wriggles a bit further out of the pile, waiting in the 
 wings for the perfect moment...
Lethal Weapon Brown Hatchling snorts derisively and turns his attention back 
 to the more important matter of food. That girl thinks she can handle him, 
 eh? He struts confidently forward, leaping with graceful agility for the bit 
 of meat in Jamera's hands. We'll see who the master is. (repose for Jam)
Sviek giggles quietly and moves back to her sand 'fortress'. Previous plans 
 forgotten, she shapes it higher, adding water now and then to make it strong. 
 Soon it rides about half a foot tall, her hand juts into one side to dig a 
 hole halfway through. "Deeper, so s' big n' dark. A big dark cave where a 
 monster lives that comes out to eat crawlies and little girls."
Alanis leans over to see the firelizard,, meat displayed in front. behind the 
 meat is a cool bit of shade, made by Alanis's body. She gives the firelizard 
 a friendly smile and , leave's a 'door' between her arms into the shade. The 
 haven...
Under a rock, or maybe a leaf -- Save no leaves seem to be obvious, not to 
 Xesis. Those would be adequate hiding places, perhaps, if one was lacking in 
 size -- Such as a hatchling does, no?
Sauscony reaches for the pouch on her waist, and finally pulls out a few 
 chunks of wherry, dripping with juice. She starts aranging them into a  tower 
 in front of the Blazing blue, smiling at him. "There. I'll give you a place 
 to hide, little one" Soz offers hopefully
Jamera raises an eyebrow, slowly moving the hand just a little closer, 
 allowing the meat to be taken. Maybe this one does measure up after all...
Fenec isn't building anywhere to hide. Not unless the skinny blue can hide 
 behind the skinny man. Or behind the drawing's he's making in the sand. Those 
 little sketches and lines that he's got all worked out in front of him.
Aliea listens and looks towards the brown getting the attention briefly as she 
 looks in her big, deep bag for her lunch. "You could have asked a rider off 
 duty to take you," she replies to Kelina, finally finding her food. It's not 
 much, just a few meatrolls and dried wherry, but then it's better than 
 nothing. 
Natobi focuses on the little blue that's tolden her heart, like many 
 hatchlings do,  Well, four so far.  It looks scared.  "You had a time coming 
 out of that shell, huh?  Very creative," She laughs. "Need a place to rest?  
 Rest with me, if you'd like.  Though, the wagon might be a bit niosy.  No 
 matter, if you sleep deeply." She keeps slowly micing her bit of fish about, 
 tauntiong, teasing. "Want some?  It's good," She keeps this steady stream of 
 diolauge up.  It normally soothes.
Cillan has disconnected.
Onix shrugs and attempts to follow alanis, weaving through the crowd.  She 
 hrugs, not even getting close to being in front.  She decided to give up and 
 works her way toward the large brown dragon.  She does however draw out a bit 
 of meatroll from her back pouch.
Tadiera holds out her tunnel snake meat, still waving it across the ground, 
 hoping the brown notices it, weaving back and forth.
Jennel smiles as she looks at the blue. He looks like he needs shelter. She 
 calls "Little one needs help she rolls a little trail from the flit to her of 
 different kinds of meat. 
Blazer Blue Hatchling darts back and forth in a nervous scurry of motion, 
 flicking his tail up repeatedly as though for fear of someone grabbing it. Is 
 that a cave? He hesitates, pokes his head into the fortress of sand. No food 
 in there! He turns on heel and scurries off in another direction.
Mel wraps up in her cloak a little more. She holds out her smoked wherry 
 towards the blue, the smell wafting through the air.
Quinta tries to think of something to say, an emollient noise of some sort to 
 coax one of those cuties closer. "Hi there lil guy," she begins, then ceases 
 attempting. She just feels so silly talking to something that couldn't reply 
 if his life depended on it - which doesn't matter any way, since the only 
 thing they'll need right now is food. Lots of food, and attention, and - and 
 maybe she doesn't want one of the flying stomachs anyway. Oh well, nothing 
 wrong with trying.
A hush seems to fall a moment before Skittering Scorpio Egg shatters; several 
 of the firelizards in attendance actually HISS as Vinny Mack Blue Hatchling 
 appears!
Vinny Mack Blue Hatchling
Thin and wiry, with an oversized head and immense, sail-like wings, this proud 
 blue fellow demands attention with an imperious squall and demanding glare 
 from bulging eyes. Intelligence gleams in those eyes, along with a rather 
 disturbing glint of mischief. Determined to get his own way, he'll stop at 
 nothing to achieve his goals, even if it means stepping on others. His hide 
 is a handsome deep azure with highlights of cyan in all the right places. 
 Picky, insistent and haughty, he considers every move carefully before making 
 it, to be sure it's /just/ right.
Lammas is overwhelmed in people. A hand runs -- slides -- hurriedly 'cross her 
 head, pulling some of her pale blonde hairs from her face. Noticing the 
 Scorpio egg wriggling, her eyes run quickly to it, and she smiles to herself, 
 and Balinth. " Yes, honey bunches, that is a nice egg."
Kohath has connected.
Sviek shrugs and continues to design her cave. "Bet you were lookin' for food 
 little guy. Well I got none, 'cause nana took it all 'way from me. Said I 
 didn't need it." Eyes dart around, looking imploringly at the nearest person. 
 Alanis. "Could I please please pretty pretty please have one peice of meat? 
 Please? I wanna see if he'd like it."
Alanis grins as she watches the Blazer's antics, eyes following the 
 hatchling's scurries. Making a line that leads under her arms with the 
 meatroll pieces, she tries to make the 'doorway' bigger, but has no such 
 luck. Putting a few bits of grass underneath, in the cave which her arms 
 make, she spreads them to make a  little carpet. Looking up, she smiles and 
 hands Sviek one of the meatroll pieces." here ya go."
Jamera has connected.
Gershom squeezes the bit of meat slightly in his hand and smiles at the new 
 arrival, "Well, hello there, little one.. Don't you look hungry?"  He leans 
 forward a little more and rests his forearms on his knees, hands forward and 
 near the ground, beckoning.
Jamera has disconnected.
Gelsyari laughs, talon-like nails just barely touching meatroll.  It simply 
 wouldn't do to get her hands dirty.  There.  Possibly that one won't be so 
 proud.  Food is offered, carefully, towards the blazer blue hatchling.  "Why 
 don't you just come eat, and then you can hide with someone?"  She suggests, 
 speaking to midair.  Then he can have someone to champion him, can he not?
Jennel smiles again as she lays her satchel on the and holds it open like it 
 is a cave. She calls "In here is a safe place to hide in here hurry. Also 
 there is food so there is no need for you to come out of here until you are 
 ready too."
Or hatching. As it now appears to be. " Yes, honey bunches, that is a nice 
 hatchling. Blue, though. Nice blue. " Lammas pulls her perfect -- yup, 
 perfect, folks -- piece o' meat from a pocket, it jiggling nice a plumply. As 
 good meat tends to do. And it's so healthy, too! Perfect for someone who 
 wants something /just/ right, s'pose? 
Dalia has arrived.
Dalia arrives.
Vinny Mack Blue Hatchling creels shrilly, demanding attention. What's all this 
 fuss over that worthless blue Blazer about?
Trea lets the smile broaden, dark eyes softening visibly for the blue one and 
 arranging the crumbs of meatroll into a forlorn castle formation, rather 
 ineffectually shading the makeshift hold with hand holding meatroll.  All she 
 can offer, right then, turning to watch the first blue again. "Here, have 
 some. And here there's shelter too."
Sauscony looks at Jamera and the Brown, smiling at them "What a perfect pair 
 they make" she muses, and begins to build a castle of meatrolls for the 
 little Blazing blue "See, Its a hiding place" she says, grining to herself
A blue? An odd blue, perhaps -- One worth a half glance, which Xesis delivers 
 after a moment, then continues her pacing next to the lake shore. A leading 
 foot, an ending foot; the two moving in bare length of stride.
Mel turns to the new blue hatchling, "Want some attention?" she asks scurrying 
 over, holding out her smoked wherry.
Kelina's ilps wear a sunny smile as gold-speckled eyes dart towards the other 
 eggs, and...the newly hatched blue--the Vinny Mack Blue. "Ooh, look at that 
 fella--he's a beaut!" Another chunk of spiderclaw is her offering, and a hand 
 beckons towards him. "Come, my little friend. You're /much/ better than the 
 other blue. Come, let me show you how much better you are." 
Sviek beams happily, looking 'bout ready to plop Alanis one of her huge hugs. 
 "T'ank you very much!" She takes the meat, places it right in front of the 
 entrance to the cave. "Bait to lure the monster out, 'cause he eats lotsa 
 meat. Crawlies n' tunnelsnakes n' little girls. That's what nana said, 
 monsters eat little girls. And she'd /feed/ me to one if I didn't behave." 
 She starts to look nervous, watching the blazing blue. "You do'
Natobi get's bored easily.  What can she say?  Now, she begins to weave 
 something from sea grasses.  A bit of fragrent frlower here.  Hm... Ow!  This 
 one cuts!  She sticks a finger in her mouth and continues to weave the green 
 seagrasses,  The sea oats.  Cat tails. (Or whatever they have in Pern!) 
 Oblivious to her surroundings.  She's unpredictable like that.
Fenec looks over at the creeling, sitting up a little. Well, _he's_ paying 
 attention. Mostly from curiosity, though. Meat is held back, between his 
 fingers, and he flops back down after a moment. With all the trouble Stormer 
 and Tombstone are? He doesn't need anoter of that sort.
Yelena shifts her position and glares behind her at the latest addition to the 
 blue hatchling ranks. "Excuse me, could you /please/ quiet down?" Irritating 
 is an understatement apparently by the look she gives the firelizard and then 
 turns towards Kohath.
Blazer Blue Hatchling's eyes are caught by the sight of welcome shade -- oh, a 
 place to hide his face. Wings held wide to cover himself, he bolts for the 
 meat-laden makeshift cave.
Lethal Weapon Brown Hatchling has found his sensei, head dipping in a 
 respectful bow as he slinks toward Jamera.
Rin  
Darn tootin'! " //Balinth//, that blue is a cutie, do you think he'd like this 
 meet? Oh, I know you'd like that meet, " Lammas delivers a perfect smile 
 towards her lifemate, giving 'im the ol', happy go lucky scritch on an 
 eyeridge. Wonderfully seasoned, her meat's the best snack since tootie rolls.
His h(e)art has been unmasked! Billowing his wings to hide his face from 
 onlookers, Blazer Blue Hatchling scurries toward Alanis.
Vinny Mack Blue Hatchling pauses with a look of shocked indignation. Did that 
 girl just tell /him/ to shut up?
Jamera calls Lethal Weapon Brown Hatchling closer.
Aliea was listening for Kelina's answer, though that loud and shrill creel 
 catches her attention. Thinks he has attention does he? Wiggling her piece of 
 -dried- (that's right, dried) wherry, out, she wonders if he attentive enough 
 to try this. 
Mel smiles towards the blue, "I won't tell you to be quiet, I like loudness," 
 she says holding out the wherry.
Dalia goes home.
Onix weaves her way toward kohath, hoping not to many people would be infront 
 of a brown.  "Do you mind if i stand infront of you?" she askes the brown 
 with an overly polite voice, and a grin plastered on her face.  "You wouldn't 
 would you?" she rephrases.  Dark eyes sparkle as she glances back toward the 
 hatchlings, which she can now see quite well.
Gershom runs the forefinger of his free hand lightly against the sand as he 
 rolls the piece of meat back to the tips of his other fingers.  His smile 
 brightens a bit, simply at the sight of the little things, and he shifts into 
 a more comfortable crouch.
Patient Virgo Egg rolls over and bumps against the Libra egg.
Sviek shrugs to herself, contemplating the possibility of the monster. She 
 grins at Alanis, waving. "Lookit, he liked you 'cause you were nice and gave 
 me a meatroll." She giggles, going back to patting the sand into place. Her 
 eyes shift over to the newer blue, making a childish attempt at whistling. 
 She comes up only with puckered lips and a strange sucking sound, placing 
 various stones into the side of the mountain. "The monster wants a /pretty/ 
 cave, so he won't be all cranky. Then he won't eat me."
Rio has arrived.
Kohath snorts, head ducking in agreement. So long as you don't mind dragon 
 breath down your neck.
Cillan has connected.
Jennel smiles at the blue. "I love to be loud I don't mind if you are loud. 
 Maybe me and you could sing a duet together?"
Naefl has connected, talk to me.
No, Yelena /demanded/ that Vinny Mack Blue Whatamacallit shut up. She turns to 
 the nearest meat-holding person and steals a chunk of it, holding it between 
 two fingers as if it will bite her. "There, take that" she says as she throws 
 it onto the beach near the blue. Her aim is predictibly bad. "Eat and shut up 
 and go away." She turns back to Kohath as he breathes down her neck. "EEEEEW!"
Apparently, a blue just hatched. /Another/, it looks like, and the kind one 
 would like to look at: not especially attractive, and yet - pleasing to the 
 eye's line of vision. Quinta's own gaze is raised to the newer of the two, 
 cupped hand placed adjacent to the eyes, shading them from the bright glimmer 
 and gleam of indigo hues. And the glint of the lake, blinding at times if the 
 descending light hits it in just the right pattern. And last of all, the 
 blood droplets hanging off of raw meat. There could be few or many beading 
 Quinta's, which, inevitably do not exist as her herdbeast is dried.
Legs fold; a decision being made after their movement -- One to sit, and 
 watch. Merely take in the actions of others, perhaps whilst Xesis fingers the 
 tail of her stilling -- Still -- fingerfish.
Natobi shakes her head.  She has four.  Four... She adds four little flowers 
 to her weaving.  It's starting to look a bit like a basket, which she drops 
 her fish in.  She doesn't want it to get sandy.  She spares a glance at the 
 others.  Huh.  They look pitiful.
Two generously sized chunks of spiderclaw swing between Kelina's slender 
 fingers, a sort of pendalum-like pattern it swings in the breeze. "I s'pose 
 so, considering I live at a weyr," Kelina replies, shrugging amiably. "Come, 
 hun, speak what you like. My ear will listen, as will my heart," is her 
 soothing call to the blue, a soft smile offered as well.
Vinny Mack Blue Hatchling shakes himself free of the remnants of his shell, 
 strutting forth as though he owns the beach. Eyes are narrowed at Yelena's 
 hostility, bemused smirk dancing in the shining facets. No one orders him 
 around!
Wobbling Libra Egg is bumped! But which way to go... it can't decided. The 
 only way left must be out!
Cillan smiles at everyone, what fun this is.... But he does have a bit of work 
 to do...So he pulls out a quick scroll and begins to study it, meatroll 
 lazily lying in his hand.
Wobbling Libra Egg cracks and falls away to reveal the smooooth hide of 
 Sensual Chocolate Brown Hatchling.
Sensual Chocolate Brown Hatchling
Chucky, round, almost roly-poly, it's difficult to tell whether that's muscle 
 or fat under that smooooth, soft cocoa-butter hide. Deep-set eyes seem to 
 wink with seductive mischief, overshadowed by large eyeridges. He takes his 
 time, this brown fellow, movements slow, almost playfully lazy. As long as 
 there's no immediate need, why hurry? Always ready to sample the finer things 
 in life, including the fairer sex, this is one firelizard who has difficulty 
 remembering the important things.
Sauscony claps for Alanis and Jamera "Congradulations!" she calls out with a 
 touch wistfulness
Tadiera smiles at the Vinny Mack Blue hatchling, "You can order me around if 
 ya'd like," she says meat waaving in the breeze.
Solan has arrived.
Solan arrives.
Onix giggles at the brown, happy he does remember her.  Dragons have good 
 memories don't they?  maybe not.  hurm.  Anyhow she turns back toward the 
 eggs and hatchlings, not really taking an intrest in any of the present ones. 
 She glances back, "Would you like any of the meatroll?" she askes the dragon 
 curiously.  "I'm sure you usually eat things much bigger then this...but you 
 can have some."  She grins and offers a meatroll to Kohath.
Vinny Mack Blue Hatchling snorts. Understanding? That's not what he needs. 
 Another peon to order about? Hah! He has dozens. This defiant /challenge/, 
 though... this is intriguing. He dives at the meat projectile with a 
 returning bugle of warning.
Froste pops in from ::between::
Yelena wipes the meat-residue from her fingertips, leaving streaks across her 
 dress. "Wonderful" she mutters as she cringes away from Kohath. A foot moves 
 to kick sand in the direction of the irritating blue firelizard. "Be quiet!! 
 Can't you understand?
Sviek glances once more at the blue, grinning happily as the Libra egg hatches 
 into a brown. "Hi!" She calls gleefully, placing a nearby stick into the 
 summit of the mountain. "That's a tree, y'see?" She says to the chocolate 
 brown, explaining the mountain to him. "And those are giant boulders, and 
 that's the cave where the mean monster lives, and /that/ is the bait that'll 
 lure the monster out." At the last bit she points at the meatroll, with bits 
 of sand clumping to one side. Ah well.
Corporate takeovers buzzing in mind, Vinny Mack Blue Hatchling finally accepts 
 you as his partner in crime.
Fenec leans a little more forward, blinking at this latest butterball. Well, 
 now. This is one that's a little more interesting than the others. It's 
 sweet. it's pudgy. It's funny... maybe it'll help temper his two scary 
 firelizards. 
Mel turns away from the Vinny Mack Htachling and almost stumbles into the 
 brown hatchling, her meat dropping in front of him.
Kelina has disconnected.
Rin  
The blue closes in. Yelena retreats until she can go no further. It's the 
 firelizard or Kohath and apparently the firelizard is the lesser of two evils.
Lammas falls in love. This ol' brown reminds her of a special -- " Yes, that 
 browns' nice, Bal " -- someone. She yawns, casually drapping herself over 
 thigh o' Balinth, that ol' brown don't know how to rest unless he meets her 
 own Balinth. Meat is offered, take your time, take your time, as she makes a 
 bed for the whatchamacallit in dragon's supple hide.
Sensual Chocolate Brown Hatchling saunters forth with a friendly rumbling 
 croon, looking about at the vast choice of banquet spread before him. Oh, 
 he's in heaven! Who'll pamper this big boy like he deserves?
Katyana has arrived.
Katyana arrives.
Alanis wanders over to the sidelines, waving to a few people she knows, such 
 as Lammas, Solan and Tadiera on the way. Blazer follows behind, hiding in her 
 shadow.
Natobi looks about.  What else doesn she want?  She nees someting interesting 
 to add to her 'pot'.  Anybody have anything?  Anyting dropped *WHAM*! Gets 
 woven into her 'pot'.  Fun!  A bit of cloth? *WHAM*! In the pot. A sliver of 
 leather?  *WHAm*! IN the pot?  She collects bits of meat to add to the fish 
 in her pot.  Fun fun!  Here's something Natobi's every scheaming mind has 
 found to occupy herself.  She guards her pot of meat form other hatchlings 
 with a wyry eye.  Maybe if you /ask/.  But nobody will steal it from her! :P
Ooooh, yes, yes, yes! This is a firelizard that Fenec could like! He'd be 
 heavy to carry, but that never stopped him before. And it's.. friendly! And 
 nice! And.. and... well, you get the pickture. His hand opens, revealing the 
 previously hidden meat to the hungry maw.
Aliea looks over at the newest brown to hatch, just before she notices someone 
 approaching to summon her. Sending a small smile to Kelina, she stands and 
 gathers her bag, all the while careful of the sand. "I'll see you back at 
 Telgar," she says, quickly striding off. 
Kohath lowers his head slowly, mouth opened to accept Onix's offering. Yelena, 
 for the moment gets a erspite resspite, as he focuses in on Onix. But only 
 for a moment, and then his eyes go back to the hatchlings, mouth still open.
Xesis settles her hands into her lap, fish tossed in folds of skirt to contain 
 it. Perhaps someone else -- She sits, Xes does, tracing idle patterns into 
 dampened sand with loose fingers. Indent there, rise there -- It has depth to 
 it, this one does.
Alanis calls Blazer closer.
Aliea confidently strides towards toward Southwestern Bowl.
Rampant Leo Egg twitches and hops, not wanting to be left out.
Naefl twists and turns, ouch, his hand hurts from the runner stepping on him, 
 but none the less he moves closer to the hatching, interesting at how 
 everyone scrambles for the browns, one of his favorite colors, but he has his 
 eyes on a green-tinted egg in the nest
Sviek giggles at the brown, brushing lightly at the single meatroll in front 
 of the cave. "You hungry? All I got is this meatroll, from her." Her finger 
 juts torwards Alanis, voice continuing. "And only the monster of the cave can 
 have that, 'cause it's bait for him to lure him out."
Gershom takes a short moment to glance at the bit of meat he'd been kneading 
 mercilessly into his hand.  With a quick shake of his head, he holds it 
 forward and makes a conscious effort to shift his squeezing attention to the 
 hand half-buried in the sand, churning the grit lightly
Gelsyari, previously resorting to examining nails, glances up again.  Another 
 firelizard.  Body is twisted in hopes of getting a better look at the 
 creature, pout fading to an almost-smile.  Food is placed upon one knee, 
 examined closely for blemishes, before dangled for the chocolate brown.  
 "It's not as sweet, but.. The sauce almost matches your coloring.  You want 
 to try a taste?" She decides, tasting a fingertip.
Mel hurridly grabs some more meat, letting the meat she droped stay in front 
 of the brown, as a gift for him, she takes out another piece and holds it out.
Does the brown need a manicure? " Oh, yes, I remember that time you scraped 
 your claw, Bal." That was horrible! She filed it, and cleaned it, and -- 
 yeah. Pampered it. Amber nose whuffles poor Lammas softly, she continues to 
 make the bed, rising out some fluff from one of the pouches in Balinth's 
 straps. " This'll be good to sleep in ... " 
Sensual Chocolate Brown Hatchling preens with a bashful rumble. All these 
 people lookin' for /him/? He saunters toward the inviting circle of humans, 
 nose twitching at the various offered delicacies.
Jennel smiles as she looks at the hatchling. She pulls out the snacks and 
 waves them in the air. "I will make you your room and give you room service 
 and lotsa treats." She smiles as she sets all the treats on a platter bubblie 
 pies, cookies, and sweets. "Here you are for starters."
Solan creeps up on the large crowd...the massive amount of people being quite 
 a site...not to mention you can hear them for miles. What's going on that's 
 so important? Sure, he came to Igen to get a few spices, but now he's 
 interested. Popping through a small whole in the crowd, he slips into the 
 open. There sit the eggs...and hatchlings. "Oh boy..."
Onix chuckles at the dragon, "s'good huh?"  She askes still grinning.  "You 
 can't eat teh hatchlings," she comments looking back, noting the still open 
 mouth.  Lithe fingers dart into her pack and removes yet another meatroll.  
 She brings it to her own lips, taking a small testing bite. "Ya, they're 
 pretty good," she comments still watching the hatchlings.
Naefl quickly pops his neck, he really should put some numbweed on his hand, 
 and carefully unscrews his lid, when the succulant meat roll falls out of his 
 hand, and rolls inviting close to the Sensual Chocolate Brown....
Trea shakes her head, at nothing in fact. "Brown fellow..looks pretty cute."  
 and meatroll is dangled in best fashion possible, slowly being lowered a 
 little to the ground. Banquet she hasn't, and wondering if this brown will 
 take a rain check.  Better to keep his good looks than eat too much is her 
 personal opinion.. And eyes shine to add to glow of the meatroll, freshly 
 baked she hopes. Shooting a look at Cillan in thought.
Gershom smiles hopefully at the brown, moving his hand a bit closer to the 
 sand to put that tasty morsel in easier reach, "You look hungry there, little 
 one."
Mel scoot backwards, trying to stay in front of the brown so he sees all the 
 meat shes giving him.
Jiconia nods over to Solan from her seat near the edge of the crowd "Hatching 
 rock-things." Really, Ji's vocabulary is so /precise/ sometimes, it's 
 shocking. "People always come for them, don't they?"
Sviek pulls a single rock from one side of the mountain, returning it to the 
 sand nearby the meatroll. Eyes dart up at Solan, the newcomer, and she grins. 
 "You can come sit by me, 'cause you wanna stay and see the eggies, right? An' 
 you can help me build my mountain."
Kohath rumbles agreement, lowering his head to come to rest, eye to eye with 
 the latest brown, snuffling at him gently, eyes whirling slowly..
Fenec waves, sways, and offers his meat as well as he can. After a moment's 
 thought, he looks at the blubberbody, then picks up the bag of meat instead, 
 setting that down, mouth open, towards the handseome brown. What needs to be 
 said that meat can't say?
Proud Aries Egg quivers with pent-up excitment. It can't wait much longer!
Sauscony looks forlorn as she watches the Chocolatey brown hatchling, she half 
 heartedly tosses a piece of wherry meat to him, sure that she is not worthy 
 of the gorgess brown "I'll pamper you all you want" she promises
Quinta again makes quick yet futile movements to get /closer/ to the circle of 
 people, using her hands as transportation instruments. Sand dredges up on 
 either side of her frame 'til it doesn
Naefl quickly retrives his meat roll, and stops to look at the brown...  
 Sad... Such a nice nice brown..  He thinks for a second, then offers the 
 roll, and tries to send messages of love and affection..
Sensual Chocolate Brown Hatchling tilts his head for a better look at that 
 mountain of meat from under his heavy eyeridges. Now /that/ is a feast! 
 Ooohh, and a nice cozy bag to enjoy it in... life is good.
Solan smiles broadly as his friend approaches. "Ji..how are ya?" His eyes stay 
 glued to the eggs...."Yes...they do seem to come out in hords..." He 
 withdraws a bit of meat in preparation....it smells fresh, with juices to 
 boot. He nods to those people he knows and does his best not to step on 
 anything of anybody.
All this talk about hatching is putting Proud Aries Egg in the ZONE! Unable to 
 wait any longer, it explodes, unleashing The World's Most Dangerous Blue 
 Hatchling!
The World's Most Dangerous Blue Hatchling
Bulging eyes whirl with frenzied excitement, darting this way and that, never 
 still. Spastic movements keep this blue firelizard in constant motion, tail 
 twitching, wings rustling, claws drumming. His head swings back and forth 
 like an out of control pendulum, nearly overbalancing himself in his effort 
 to keep /everything/ in sight at once. Well muscled hindquarters coil and 
 tense with visible warning: a pouncer, this one is.
Gentle croons take on a contented rumble as Sensual Chocolate Brown Hatchling 
 sashays toward Fenec.
At last! Yelena has removed herself from Kohath's attentions. Unfortunately, 
 now she has a small blue firelizard to be dealt with. And it seems to like 
 her since it's moving toward her and latching itself onto her skirt. 
 "Stoooop!" she whines as she tries to shake it off her skirt. "I don't have 
 anything for you so just go away!" During this, she manages to move away from 
 the central grouping of people, leaving the space open for someone else to 
 press into the now vacant area.
Jamera leans back now, watching the brown with a small amount of interest, 
 cradling her own in the crook of her arm, watching the others. Her own brown 
 looks away, almost bored. Look at that one, soft as anything...no discpline 
 whatsoever.
Lammas sighs. " It's a hard 'nuff life, you know?" she tells the brownling 
 remorsely, offering her sisal wrapped meat toward the brown. She shuffles her 
 pants a little, placing hands coolly in pockets, " Well, 'aps my food 'ill 
 getchya somewhere."
Natobi looks around absently, making sure mobody's going for her pot.  She 
 needs something else to add to it.  Some glittering shells, mayhaps?  Nice.  
 The glit and shin it the sun.  Blues, yellows, pinks, peaches.  Pretty.  She 
 makes holdes in them... carefully... and strings a bit of sea grass through 
 each one. Carefully weaving it into her pot.  She scoops some more meat into 
 it, wondering if anyone notices her. Hello.  Is someome watching her?
Fenec pulls the bag back a little bit, the hungry brown clinging to it. "There 
 y'go, Butterall." he says, settling back and grinning. "Eat'cher fill." 
 Butterball? Apparently, his brown's already got a name. He looks at the rest 
 of the eggs, still curious to see what might appear.
Onix chuckles at the big dragon.  "You like him eh?  Me too I think," she 
 says, eyes darting back toward the hatchlings, this time resting on the 
 Sensual Chocolate Brown.  "He's sweet looking, kinda like candy."  Lithe 
 fingers offer forth the slightly eaten meatroll, while her other hand 
 searches absetly through her pack for another roll.
Itch. Xesis scratches through thin fabric at her ankle, shifting slightly in 
 her seat in effort to raise it above the sand. No such luck, for an itch 
 still lays claim to it. Hand shoves 'gainst the ground, raising girl to a 
 height enough where she can stand -- And begin her wanderings again, up the 
 lake shore.. and out of sight.
Xesis goes home.
Cillan 's hand slides over to Trea's and grasps it with loving affection... 
 This girl is really wonderful to be around.... He sighs and slides his hand 
 upwards around her shoulder for a quick hug, but finds it comfortably close 
 and remains...
Jennel smiles. She pulls out some meat and garnishes her plate with meats and 
 sweets. "Now I will promise you a room with service and get any kind of food 
 you want without you picking up a thing."
Jiconia lifts a shoulder and wiggles on the hard ground "I'm fine...came up 
 here for something. Can't remember what now, but I will." She doesn't seem 
 too bothered bythat fact, so it must not have been too important "But aren't 
 they...interesting?"
Sviek scowls slightly as she shifts, her foot hitting into the side of the 
 mountain. "Hey...." A hands slaps through the sand to recover the meatroll, 
 the other dusting the globs of sand off and setting it on her thigh. "Can't 
 get it dirty n'more." Patiently she tackles the mountain again, building it 
 slowly but surely upwards once more. "Don't worry monster, you're home'll be 
 ready 'gain soon. Or you'll get mad and go eat somebody."
Mel shrugs and turns back to the eggs she grins at the Blue hatchling, her 
 meat retrieved, she places it back in her pouch which has more meat in it and 
 she sets it  down in front of the blue and sits back waiting.
Quinta again makes quick yet futile movements to get /closer/ to the circle of 
 people, using her hands as transportation instruments. Sand dredges up on 
 either side of her frame 'til it doesn't look like she'll be able to stand 
 after the hatching ends. Gaze dances toward the dangerous blue, just removing 
 himself from the fragmental remains of his egg. An attractive hide, really, 
 scarcely-contained excitement seems to say inside of her. Pretty blues.
The World's Most Dangerous Blue Hatchling stares about. Stare there. There. 
 There. Over there. Is that movement? Who's there? Head twitching back and 
 forth spastically, he makes a short rush forward, then stops again, just as 
 suddenly. Food? Where?
Alanis wanders over to stand beside Onix. She smiles at Kohath, wondering if 
 he remembers her. She was there when he hatch.
Gershom quirks an eyebrow toward the rather.. hungry brown, grinning slightly, 
 He'll eat well, it seems."  Again, he lightly flicks the sand at his feet and 
 angles his gaze back at the new hatchling.  He grins broadly at the hyper 
 little thing.
Fenec calls Butterball closer.
Mel nudges her bag a bit more towards the blue, the pouch budgling with smoked 
 wherry, she sits back again.
Safia has arrived.
Safia arrives.
Jinjo has arrived.
Jinjo arrives.
Jinjo steps out of the room for a moment.
The World's Most Dangerous Blue Hatchling pauses for the briefest of moments. 
 Are you staring at me? Is he staring at him? Is that human GRINNING at him? 
 Oooh! He's in the ZONE, you'd better look out! turning, he darts off in 
 another direction with no apparent purpose.
Jinjo wanders back into the room.
Jamera nods, simultaneosly with her brown. Both, it would seem, approve of the 
 dangerous little blue. He's got spunk, and that's important.
Natobi looks at the erratic firelizard that caught her attention.  She laughs. 
 It's so hyper!  "Take it easy, pint!" She calls, waving some meat from ehr 
 pot at him. "Have fun!  Take a swim in my meat pot!" She laughs, just havin
Onix glances up at Alanis, pulling her yet empty hand from her pack.  She 
 stands, eyes watching the brown wander off, impressed.  "You got one i see?" 
 she says grinning at the baby blue.  "He's cute, you were right,"  She 
 comments eyes dancing from'lanis to the unhatched eggs. 
Sviek finds the 'tree', and places it again on the peak of the mountain. 
 "There. Almost done." Her hand moves back down to the the middle, scouring 
 out a hole in the center. Medium sized, able to fit  both her fits in, but 
 not so big that it would make the mountain crumble. She searches for a 
 moment, finds a rather large rock, and sets it directly in front of the 
 entrance, the meatroll lying on top. "There. All fixed."
Leans into the arm assuringly, a cautious smile creeping onto tight drawn 
 lips, safe with knowledge that meatroll is still in hand. Safe, that is, from 
 prying flits. 'Tis good that hers aren't there, quiet herder being found in 
 an uncomprimising position not looking very well, true.
Trea 
Mel shrugs and stares at the meat, wondering if theres anything wrong with it. 
 She dumps it out, making a large pile of assorted meats on the sand, enough 
 for any firelizard thats /really// hungry she looks at it this way and that.
Gershom can't help but chuckle softly at the little blue's antics, "Little 
 tease, you are."  He shuffles slightly to the side and once more holds his 
 bit of meat forward, wiggling it a bit to try to get that little one's 
 attention, "Wonder if you'll even stay still to eat.."
Kohath pulls his head away as the blue starts to run around, farther away, 
 with a better fhance of following the movements. It takes a moment for him to 
 lower his head and investigate Alanis, with a friendly whuffle.
Natobi  (the rest)---> Just havin' a good time!  The shells glitter wild 
 colors hit by the sun.
Quinta comes to a sudden halt, still as far away from the circle as a 
 short-ish man is tall. /Now/ she unsheaths her neglected herdbeast. Well, not 
 neglected, but concealed within the folds of it's origin, the tiny tiny bag 
 slung over Quin's shoulder, for protection from the sand that seems 
 /magnetized/ to her. Not like a few grains of sand would make much 
 difference; after all, it's /dried/ meat. Dried and salted, and shoved 
 outward in an open palm.
Jennel smiles as she looks at the brown. She looks at him and hopes she could 
 have her first Firelizared to spoil to pieces." I will spoil you with 
 anything you want little brown anything just call and it is yours."
Solan seems to be in much better spirits...surrounded by friends and strangers 
 alike. His deep eyes glimmer in the soft light, training on the hatching, a 
 blue, and winking at him before returning to the eggs.
Safia looks about, spotting the eggs and hatchlings she smiles, pulling out 
 meat, she eyes everyone else. Her hair swishes behind her back as she raises 
 an eyebrow at the hatchling running around, "Dangerous?" she sighs, patting a 
 set of carving knifes in her belt. She doesn't exactly sit but crouches 
 looking, almost glaring, at the hatchling, passing a glance at the other eggs 
 a bit. She sort of fingers the meat and the meat-rolls and fish she had been 
 planning to eat for a snack.
Sauscony struggles for a breath, as she stares, transifixed at the Dangerous 
 Blue, she fumbles for a meatroll in her pouch "Why now?" she asks her herself 
 crossly, finally managing to grab a meatroll and put near him, "At least it 
 was near him" she mutters to herself as she retreives it and places in the 
 darting flit's path... "Please try it" she begs
Jinjo skips in, amazing drawn to hatchlings like this. "Ohh, Mo' eggies! and 
 so many!  And a hatchling!" she smiles and speaks a mile a minute, slowly 
 drawing out a piece of meat for the hatchling.  "Here you go, I know you 
 musta be hungrey, little bluey hatchling. You're cute, you knows that?" she 
 asks the little blue, holding the meat out to it
Glancing up, Gelsyari tosses a distracted wave in Katyana's direction.  "Look 
 at that blue."  She giggles, following her own directions and staring at it 
 through narrowed eyes.  "Looks like someone's had too much klah."  Meat is 
 rolled 'tween fingers, without purpose, before a corner is twisted off to be 
 tossed towards the hatchling.
Rampant Leo Egg can't take this posturing anymore. time to take matters into 
 its own hands...
Alanis smiles sheepishly and shrugs." I couldn't help myself. He looked so 
 lost.... And blue /is/ my favorite color..." she shrugs again, smiling up to 
 Kohath." Hey there."
Fenec shakes the bag a little, trying to get Butterball's attention. All the 
 hungry brown does is grunts lovingly, comping and chewing as fast as his 
 little jaws can. And he doesn't look like he's going to stop any time soon. 
 "C'mon, Butt'rball." sighs Fenec. "Y'r gon' eat't all!"
Are you READY? With a singular crack, Rampant Leo Egg splits perfectly down 
 the middle, and Heartbreak Blue Hatchling struts out.
Heartbreak Blue Hatchling
He's handsome and he knows it. Cobalt head set at a rakish angle to survey his 
 audience, he half-unfurls pale blue wings to their best display advantage. 
 This firelizard doesn't waddle, or walk -- he /struts/, all cocky 
 self-assuredness, tail waving snakelike behind him. Lithe but well-muscled, 
 limbs in perfect proportion to his body, this sexy boy is ready to rumble, 
 and sure to break a few hearts along the way.
Sviek looks around, peering at Solan and reaching out to tug on his sleeve. 
 "Come sit by /meee/ and help me build the monster's moun'tain, kay? Cause if 
 I don't, he's gonna come out and eat me. Nana said so, she said they eat 
 little girls."
Sauscony steps out of the room for a moment.
Sauscony wanders back into the room.
Heartbreaker, is it? Then perhaps Quinta'd be better off staying away from the 
 newly-hatched blue firelizard. She's too naive on those grounds. So hands and 
 arms are used once more, to scoot, but this time in the reverse direction. 
 Curious.
Safia spots the other blue, just hatched, "All proud and cocky aren't ya?" she 
 smiles, her shoulder back straight, and proud herself. Meat-rolls are set in 
 a extra pouch, and she offers her meat first. Her legs stretch as she begins 
 to make her way closer to the eggs, and her renegade hair flaps about her 
 face, making it hard to see. Meat is almost dropped as she almost trips over 
 someone, and wonders if they /all/ will be blues! Oh well! "It's a grand 
 color." she mutters mostly to herself.
The World's Most Dangerous Blue Hatchling skids to another halt and zooms off 
 in another direction, bouncing off of someone's knee and pausing a moment to 
 shake his head with disorientation. Heartbreaking rival spotted, he lets 
 loose a challenging creel and again resumes his pacing. He'll find that 
 perfect pet first. Just you see.
Jinjo dances back and forth, all jittery. "Look! another Blue! he is cute too, 
 but i don't know which Ilike the best!"  She looks between the two blues, one 
 piece of meat in her right hand, trying to decide which blue to give the meat 
 to. she turns to the younger Heartbreak blue hatchling and gives him the 
 meat. "Hungee hatchling?"
Cillan has connected.
Mel shrugs and makes the meat pile even taller, into more of a tower than a 
 pile. The  meat pile sending wfts of smeel through the area, she picks up a 
 good looking one and offer s it to the heartbreak blue.
Yelena is perfect. But she's also slightly occupied with trying to remove the 
 creeling, starving, blue firelizard from her hemline.
Safia almost grins, "Rivals, eh?
Solan feels a slight tugging on the sleeve of his shirt...he looks down and 
 what does he see? A mountain, eh? He chuckles, lowering himself a bit. "Sure 
 I'll help you..." he smiles and whispers, "There's plenty of people here 
 already, so sure...lead on." As he walks towards the small pile, little bits 
 of meat drop as he travels...
Heartbreak Blue Hatchling struts out into his spotlight of sand, deep, 
 guttural bugle emerging seductively from his throat. Yeah, you know you want 
 some! Who wants a piece of this? Tail swishes snakelike patterns on the beach 
 behind him. Whoever /does/ want a piece of it is getting it on his own terms, 
 that's for certain. No one tells him what to do!
Onix chuckles and nods toward 'lanis.  Eyed dance back toward the eggs, this 
 time caught by the darting blue's creel.  "Well," she says eyeing the 
 dangerous blue skeptically.  "You're sure in a hurry to do whatever it is 
 aren't you?" She askes, just to hear her voice, she knows firelizards can't 
 understands.  She kneels down and offers the meatroll toward the dangerous 
 one.
Rhea has arrived.
Rhea arrives.
Cillan likes the Heartbreak blue, very self centered.... Does this 
 self-centered one want some food?
Natobi has connected. The sanity level of the room had just dropped.
Fenec kinda likes that other blue, too. It's handsome. Handsome is good. But 
 he's got Butterball to worry about, who's only now hiccupping madly, from 
 eating nearly the whole bag. Sigh. Guess all Fenec can do is extract a bit of 
 meat, and offer it to the heartbreak fellow.
Quinta pushes further and further away from the little heartbreaker. Her hands 
 are on the verge of soreness and cramps now, from all this pulling and 
 shoving in every which way. Every direction, but where the dangerous blue is 
 located, yet still, her food is offered in one hand, although she's far to 
 occupied using the other hand to put a good distance between herself and the 
 heartbreak blue to even notice if somebody sneaky came up and took it right 
 out of her palm.
Sviek grins happily at Solan, leaning over to whisper in his ear. She only 
 just met him, but already finds him a confident. "She's loud." She states 
 simply, sitting back to place another tree sticking out the side.
The World's Most Dangerous Blue Hatchling's attention is caught by that 
 dancing, jittery girl -- and she's offering food to that rakish Heartbreak 
 kid? This can't happen; oh no. With an imperios squawk, he rushes her leg and 
 headbutts her in the ankle.
Mel grins at the Heartbreak blue, she holds out her meat, waving it back and 
 forth, back and forth in front of the hatchling.
The World's Most Dangerous Blue Hatchling settles his submission hold on 
 Jinjo, stalking forth with imperious demands of more food.
Rhea glances around and notes the crowd. Then sees the Firelizard clutch is 
 hatching. "Does anyone have extra meat?"
Sauscony barely notices the new blue, eyes fixed on on little Danger. A lump 
 in her throat developes, as she sadly watches him slip away. she despretly 
 tosses food to to him, then gives up.
Jinjo turns around to see the othe little blue. "Oh hi.. I think you are cuter 
 than that one thought." she scoops him into her arms and hugs him softly
Safia almost grins, "Rivals, eh?" she tilts her head and shrugs, fingering her 
 meat, she watches the dangerous one scurry about, then find a person, she 
 turns to look at the other blue, "Hungry old blue?" she asks, finally 
 smiling, she adds, "Gosh you're not old are ya.....oh well!" she smiles and 
 looks at Rhea, tossing her some meat-rolls she turns back to the hatchling.
Cillan has disconnected.
Sauscony nods to Rhea "Hello" she says, handing her a bowl of meatrolls
Jinjo calls The World's Most Dangerous Blue Hatchling closer.
Natobi sighs.  She looks around for more eggs to add to her basket.  Blue  She 
 likes blue.  A few fragrent flowers. "Anyone wan to swim in my little pool?" 
 She asks quietly.  In case anyone cares.  Hmm...  There's a little raised 
 place here, next to all the juice and blood.  She adds a bit of white beach 
 sand.  A little plant.  There.  It looks just like a beach.  The blood red 
 waves lap gently in the shores of this little, and might I add tasty!, beach. 
 "Mmmm.."
Heartbreak Blue Hatchling seems to chuckle throatily as he strolls along the 
 lineup, hips swaying rakishly. Glitteringly intelligent eyes seek a match, a 
 rebel spirit in tandem with his own; and an eye for greens wouldn't hurt, 
 either.
Rhea smiles a thanks to Safia and Sauscony then neels down nearer to the 
 clutch.
Patient Virgo Egg tires of this patience thing. Time to catch up with the 
 times!
Patient Virgo Egg wobbles, rolls, and finally splinters apart to reveal D'lo 
 Brown Hatchling, dragging himself free with bits of eggshell stuck to him 
 like mismatched armor.
D'lo Brown Hatchling
Jutting jaw undercuts blunted face, giving this large brown fellow a perpetual 
 look of agression. Short limbs and stubby tail carry his bulk, aided little 
 by small, thick cocoa wings. His chest is massive, displaying the impressive 
 musculature required to stay aloft with wings that small. Despite his bullish 
 appearance, a certain unexpected intelligence glimmers behind sparkling eyes, 
 and he moves with more grace than his stunted limbs should allow. More 
 protector than aggressor, he will defend that which he holds dear tooth, claw 
 and flame.
Fenec isn't much of a rebel spirit, unfortunately. But he could possibly be 
 taught about it, couldn't he? Nah. He sits back again, stuffing another chunk 
 down the pudgy brown's throat.
Mel sighs at the Heartbreak blue hatchling, "What a cutie you are!" she 
 exclaims her meat dangling from her fingers.
Heartbreak Blue Hatchling is NOT cute. He's ssssexxxy, can't you see? Head 
 tosses with a rebellious bugle and rattle of wings.
Sviek adds another rock to the mountain, grinning widely as the Virgo egg 
 hatches. "'lo little guy." She says simply, glancing around the room for 
 signs of stray meat. Doesn't hurt to pick up as much as you can. Hafta have 
 enough for good bait for the monster. "Y'know," She states to no one in 
 particular, "I don't think the monster is very bad at all. He's just kinda 
 sad, 'cause he's all alone and wants somebody to love him."
Gershom shifts his gaze again toward the eggs, eyes widening a bit at the 
 newly-hatched brown.  He dangles his piece of meat alluring ly near the 
 ground as he tries to lock eyes with the little thing, "You've got an 
 interesting look about you now."
Solan is distracted by the hatching of yet another egg...revealing agorgeous 
 brown. Immediately his heart reaches out for the small hatchling...knowing 
 what he's going through. The hunger he must be feeling and the confusion of 
 where and why he is. He watches the creature...smile on his face. "Oh wow...a 
 brown." He chuckles down at the girl, "I always thought they were the best 
 color...besides gold, of course." His eyes shimmer..."A brown..."
Mel giggles, "Alright, your more than cute, yah, ya know." she says as more of 
 a stament then a question, holding out the meat.
Jinjo goes home.
Quinta is edging so far in the opposite direction of the Heartbreak Blue that 
 soon she'll crash into the stone wall. Not a nice idea, to be sure. Quin is 
 /quite/ sure that she doesn't like that brat heartbreaker, and makes it all 
 the more obvious by standing - shakily, thanks to her ankle injury. Hands 
 dust her outfit off indignantly, making certain to clear every last speck of 
 sand from the thin weave of the fabric.
Safia spins on her feet as she spots the brown hatchling she raises the other 
 eyebrow, then lets them both drop. Her deep green eyes sparkle as she finally 
 kneels, holding her fish she smiles at the heartbreak blue, "hunka-hunka 
 burning love!" she teases low in her throat, then says, "Yes, aren't you then 
 flashy, awesome, man of the party!"
Natobi sits, catching up on her tan, humming to herself.  The blood red waves 
 lap on the sandy beach.  A silver fish floats by.  all in a little world.  
 Natobi gazes at people from ehr little world.  It's awfly loanly.  Would 
 anone like to jion me?  She splashes a bit, taking a swim in the blood red 
 waters.  The blood wave flys out of the world.  It looks as if it's going to 
 soak one seeeexxxxxxy blue hatchling. Uh oh!!  A blood red wave to mar his 
 hansome figure?!
Rhea smiles as the strong little brown hatchs. Then turns her attention to the 
 blue trying to watch both at once she succeds in watching niether her food 
 held out helplessly.
Rebellious. Oh, no. No thank you. Fenec has enohg trouble with rebellion. He 
 doesn't need another one. Definately time to let the blue go from his mind. 
 And the brown as well. He offers more meat to Butterball, who by now has 
 finally passed out, tummy even rounder than it had been.
Onix turns her attention from the darting dangerous blue toward the calmer, 
 more full of himself blue.  "Well," she says noting the head toss.   SHe 
 chuckles and imatates the creastures, flicking her own long black hair behind 
 her shoulder.  She laughs and shakes it forward again.  that is just not her. 
 The now dry meatroll iss broken between long nails and offered up on the 
 ground before her.
D'lo Brown Hatchling peers about cautiously before advancing, taking this 
 whole hatching process with a slow methodical gait. He doesn't want so much 
 for himself, see? Well, food would be nice, but he'd gladly repay it with his 
 protection. Anyone need a bodyguard, perhaps?
Sauscony can't help a grin at the little heartbreaker "Really? I think you're 
 cute. and of course sexy"  She lays out some meatrolls in front of him, 
 arranged in the shape of his face "See. You are cute"
Taran has arrived.
Taran arrives.
Solan cries out in pain. One of those rocks from the 'mountain' has fallen on 
 his toe!! They're attacking him! Help! He grabs his hurt foot, plopping down 
 on the ground...meat forgottent at the moment. "Oh great...that's gonna 
 bruise..." More rocks fall...poorly built...but look at the builder. *grin*
Heartbreak Blue Hatchling /is/ the man of the party, the hour, the Turn. Who 
 could resist those gorgeous pecs, those flashy wings, that winning smile? 
 Eyes fall on one in particular perhaps this one will appreciate his spirit.
Rhea finds that her eyes are attracted to the little heartbreaker then turns 
 to watch the strong brown. She smiles she does to an extent need a protecter 
 she is constantly getting into trouble of some sort.
Quinta needs a bodyguard from that rotten heartbreaker, and she has a nice 
 piece of herdbeast, too. Which she offers to the brown, hand extended 
 invitingly. Wordless still - because she feels odd trying to talk to 
 firelizards. Not out of awe, but that little brown is rather nice looking 
 anyhow.
You think you can tell him what to do? Heartbreak Blue Hatchling makes his OWN 
 choices, and right now, that means Safia. And if you ain't down with that, 
 he's got two words for you: FEED ME!
Skirt is again swiftly snapped in an attempt to dislodge the still unnamed 
 blue nuisance that has taken a liking to Yelena, but it doesn't work. He's 
 clinging even tighter. So she does the only thing she can think of. She 
 steals more meat from a nearby person and throws it on the sand. "There! Go 
 and eat that and let go of me!"
Tobias has arrived.
Tobias arrives.
Sviek cocks her head and looks at Solan, shrugging. "Brown is nice, yep. Nana 
 has a brown." She pauses, long enough to pick up the meatroll and dart around 
 the beach to pick up various peices of stray meat. Mostly wherry, since that 
 seems to be what most people bring. She lays it on the sand, arranging the 
 strips into a triangle. Oops, this strip is too wide. A hand quickly rips off 
 a slight peice, placing in front of the cave. "There, that's a nice pattern." 
 She whirls quickly at Solan's cry, scowling and crossing her arms. "Well 
 silly, they wouldn't have fallen on you if you had stuck 'em in far enough." 
 She turns back to her picture, oblivious to the fact that /she's/ the one who 
 put them there.
Trea crosses her feet from position on the ground, the brown appealing to the 
 quiet girl somehow, shown by the bare whifting tendrils, no crumbs of 
 meatroll unconsciously falling from her too-tight grip.  She's not the weak 
 type, that's a fact usually true, but every girl needs a protector sometime 
 and that's the thought driving roll forward.
Natobi turns her attention to the buff flitter. "aww, man.  Take a break to 
 swim in my pool?"  She spashes at the D'lo Brown, too.  The waves come 
 closer.  Can he dodge it?!  A bit of meat flys out, too.  She looks around 
 and hope people whon't distroy her world.  Some people might not appreciate 
 being splashed.  Anyone up from being a bodygurd for a while?  Until things 
 cool down.  A few splached people are glareing at her.  Natt fishes from some 
 silver fish in ehr blood red pool, pretending not to notice.
Sauscony looks at the Heartbreaker "Poor little guy--that brown is stealing 
 all your attention. Well you won't lose me" she says firmly  hopeing he feels 
 the same way and hopeing that she won't end up with a broken heart
Taran watches, "Ooh! A hatching! Yay!" he grabs a meatroll and sits down by 
 the eggs, waiting for another to hatch. Won't steal everyone else's hatchling!
Mel swirls around from the blue and her eye catches the stronmg brown, her 
 eyebrow quirks at him, "Ya strong? Huh? You don't look that strong" she says 
 jumping around him.
D'lo Brown Hatchling pauses to sniff a bit of discarded fish on the ground. 
 Aww, but food's no fun if he doesn't have a buddy to share it with. Then 
 again, maybe it's that attitude that tends to get him taken advantage of....
Gershom grins at the brown, "Confident little fellow, aren't you?"  He 
 withdraws his hand slightly and inclines his head, giving the hatchling a 
 quick once-over, "And reason to be so, by the looks of it.  Handsome..." He 
 moves his hand forward, displaying the bit of meat as he shifts a bit.
Cillan has connected.
Ganar has arrived.
Ganar arrives.
Gelsyari goes home.
Rhea still turns her attention back and forth between the hatchlings and now 
 she had added a third attention graber the clutch. She holds out the food to 
 any hatchling willing to take it finding it impossible to pay attention to it 
 as well.
Tobias looks around, searching for some tidbit to give tothe hatchlings... 
 Umm, umm! He reaches in his pocket, "Aha!" a crumbled old cracker is 
 produced, and shoved in the direction of the brown. Hey, it's better than 
 nothing!
Sviek snatches up all the meat in a sudden change of mind, piling them in 
 front of the cave all save one, which she waggles in the general direction of 
 the brown, singing in an off-key way a childish tune her nana taught her. Her 
 eyes go from the brown, to the mountain, to solan, and back to the hatchling, 
 the song still singing. Until, of course, the end. Then it stops. It's 
 usually a good idea to begin at the beginning, and when you get to the end, 
 stop.
K'den breaks his perusal of the hatching events to give Kohath an odd stare, 
 then he breaks out in laughter. "Would you like to try?" He nudges Onix on 
 the shoulder. "Hey, Kohath likes that brown; can he borrow some of your 
 meat?" To the dragon, he grins, "See if you can get him to come over here."
Solan's toe seems to beat with a constant pain. This is just perfect...he goes 
 to Igen to run a few errands and he'll go back to Jagged with an almost 
 broken toe. Isn't that nice? His other hand holds out a large piece of 
 meat...spiced of course. Nothing best the best fro brown. But hey...he can't 
 exactly walk over there without hopping, can he? Curse those rocks....
Quinta wouldn't take advantage of the little brown. Not like she does with 
 those impudent drudges, not competent in the least and terrible at cooking, 
 particularly the ones where she's from. But she can cook just fine. As if 
 that was rellevant right now. It most certainly isn't! To that poor hungry 
 brown firelizard, food must be terribly rellevant. Food like the tasty 
 herdbeast in the splayed palm of her hand, perchance?
Shanlor has arrived.
Shanlor arrives.
Mel plops downon the ground, tired out from her jumping, "Ah well, maybe you 
 are stronger then me," she says panting for breath, she leans over and hands 
 some fish to the brown.
StarFlower has arrived.
Rhea drops StarFlower.
Natobi sees a herd of herdbeast run by in her little world.  If only someone 
 was here she's so lonely!  All these little scraps and no one to share them 
 with!  She tosses the herd out.  Nope!  Someone to protect ehr little world 
 with her?  Are people still looking at her?  Meep.  She puts on her 'trader' 
 vioce. "Hey, all you hatchlings. Let's try something new. There's this thing 
 called the ocean, you may have heard about it in school.  And herdbeast and 
 fish.  Crazy things,  Try some.  Far out."  She grins- she's begenning to 
 sound crazy!
Safia quickly feeds her new found blue, his mouth always wanting, but somehow 
 she provides it. Legs collapse in a cross-legged sit and she smiles fondly/
Left Handed Twin Gemini Egg shivers and bumps up against the other Gemini egg, 
 waiting its moment...
Onix sighs as she watches the blue impress another.  "Prolly shoulda started 
 offering earlier," she mutters to herself good naturedly.  She looks up and 
 grins at K'den.  "Well I spose he could, although he already ate some of it," 
 she comments chuckling.  "You can have some if ya like though, I've got a 
 bunch."  She grins and offers a meatroll to K'den.
Sauscony settles down on the ground and stares lovingly in to the 
 heartbreaker's whirrling jeweled eyes, terribly afraid of ending up hurt and 
 rejected but can't help but to try for him.
Rhea turns her attention to her feline then back to the hatchlings then back 
 to the clutch. 
StarFlower snatches the meat roll out of Rhea's hand.
Cillan smiles at Trea and his hand moves up to stroke her hair lovingly.  What 
 happened?  Back to the hatching... amazement at the amount of confusion going 
 on, but what really matters is right besides him.
StarFlower purrs.
Rio dozes off...
D'lo Brown Hatchling sniffs the air, the scent of spiced meat catching his 
 nose. Over there... hey, is that man hurt? How come no one called a Healer?
Tobias hands his cracker out to the brown. Please choose me! I need someone 
 storng to protect me! Not a glance is given to the Left Handed Twin Gemini 
 Egg, as all he is concentrating on is the handsome young brown.
Ganar looks around funny, coming to see his brother Naefl, and he is asleep!!! 
 Imagine that!!!
Rhea can't help but smile at her feline smiling fondly at her. Yeah she could 
 use from protection from her cat!
K'den takes the meatroll with a gracious nod, and presses it insistently into 
 Kohath's foreclaw. "Go for it, Ko," he grins with an encouraging wave. Who 
 knows, maybe dragons /can/ impress firelizards. They Impress humans, after 
 all.
Shanlor walks in quietly, moving slowly around to stand behind Solan, eyes 
 evaluating the scene before him in silence for a moment. Then he nods to 
 himself, removing some travel rations from his pouch, crouching gracefully to 
 extend a hand, offering the meat. IT's not amazing stuff, but it's an 
 offering, to a brown he'd very much like to form a partnership with.  Watch 
 each other's backs, you know. Guards need that.
Taran waits patiently for the new egg to hatch. Duh, Taran! You don't have 
 anything to offer him... or her! Taran looks about to find some sustanance to 
 offer, and gratefully grabs a fishroll from one of the passing drudges, 
 "Thanks, maam."
Rhea grabs another meatroll from her pile. Her attention never leaving the 
 many things its already split between.
Mel shrugs at the brown, "I don't know why a healer dosen't help him, maybe 
 theres not one here," she says holding out the meat, yeah, she could use 
 protection from dogs, she shivers, yes she need protection from meanie dogs.
Solan gently sighs...looking around. Obviously, since this was probably rather 
 abrupt, there isn't a healer present..at least, not one he can see. But then, 
 of course, he can't see much from the ground...except for what's near the 
 ground. Throbbing toe beats in pain as his askewed gaze comes to rest on the 
 brown. With a sly wink, he puts the meat on his kneee and takes off his shoe. 
 Oh..not go. It's swollen. "I really hope I can catch a dragon back..."
Sienna dozes off...
Sviek has disconnected.
Sviek has connected.
Schooling Pisces Egg seems tantalized by the talk of oceans; swirling bubbles 
 crack and splinter over its surface, and then widen...
Like a delicate rose, Schooling Pisces Egg cracks and unfolds, allowing Gothic 
 Lifestyle Blue Hatchling to rise with a cackling squall from its depths.
Gothic Lifestyle Blue Hatchling
Dark eyes glitter with maniacal amusement from the mask of a purely demonic 
 face. Headknobs and eyeridges are angled just oddly enough to make him appear 
 to be forever scowling with evil intent. Worse yet, his jaw is just small 
 enough that his teeth protrude even with his mouth closed, making him look 
 like a fangy demon. Sharply curved wings arc up at an unusually high angle 
 like a gothic cloak, sweeping gracefully behind. His hide is a dark, dark 
 midnight, highlighted only sparsely by hints of lighter cobalt.
Taran smiles, "Hello, Mister." he says to Solan. "Aren't you my sister's 
 boss?" he offers a hand out to Solan, to help him get up.
StarFlower jumps towards the new meatroll in Rhea's hand.
Onix breaks out laughs and turns back to the hatchling till she's through.  A 
 grin still present on her face she turns back.  "He's actually going to try 
 and impress a brown eh?" she askes still holding back a laugh.  "Now, be sure 
 he doesn't eat it himself," she warns, "don't think a firelizard would be 
 anyto fond of a dragon who ate all his meat."
Katyana goes home.
Cillan looks out to the nest and his ice blue eyes get afixed to the two 
 gemini eggs.. something incredibly special about them. Imediatly  he looks 
 out to the two, and becomes intranced...  He has got to try for one of 
 those... or both.... it has been known to happen. they could stay together in 
 a loving environment...
Quinta pulls herself accross the sand to Solan. "I'm not a Healer," she 
 ventures, "But I'm a Miner, and once another Apprentice had a big lump of 
 coal fall on his hand. One of the Masters present gave us all a little lesson 
 on first aid. I'm rather inexperianced, but I do know some..."
Gershom glances down with slight distaste at the piece of meat in his hand, 
 laying it gently on the sandy ground and reaching into a pocket to break of a 
 fresher and less.. mushed piece.  As he glances up again, his gaze falls on 
 the dark blue, then back to the other shimmering eggs.
>From atop Taran's head, Kybo :humms a welcome to the new hatchling, his 
 vibrating body tickline Taran. "Hahahahaha! Kybo, quit it!"
Gothic Lifestyle Blue Hatchling lets loose a shrill cackle, fangs bared with a 
 delighted hiss as he stalks forth. Meat... I smell meat. Great, juicy, bloody 
 meat?
Quinta has disconnected.
Kohath crouches, bringing his large eye down onto a level with the brown head 
 down on a level with the hatchlings, examining them carefully. Hmm. A little 
 awkwardly he moves the claw his lifemate impaled teh meatroll on closer, eyes 
 whirling with interest at the little brown, so much smaller than himself.. 
 Head tilts slightly, and soft breath touches the hatchlings.
Fenec almost eeps audibly, as Tombstone and Stormer both crow at one another. 
 Alright! More vampire-spawn! "Uh-uh!" Fenec says, shaking his head as he tips 
 the bag up, dumping out the sleeping Butterball, and several soggy with blood 
 pieces of meat from the very bottom. "I don' have nothin' t'give't!"
Rhea snatches the meatroll out of her felines grasp her eyes turning to the 
 newly hatched firelizard. She raises her eyes in suprise then turns her 
 attention to the brown, now she really needs protection from her cat and the 
 demon flit.
Sauscony sadly decides that the Cocky Blue doesn't want her and turns toward 
 the Gothic blue, sighing to herself as she looks back to him wistfully
Raisha walks gracefully out of the room. in from Southwestern Bowl.
Natobi looks at the newest hatchling fro a moment than looks back at her pot.  
 Her pot of meat is starting to get tiresome.  And in the mid day heat, Yuck.  
 She wonders if anyone wants it.  She doesn't.  It /smells/.  Yucko.  Woah, 
 she hears a cackle and looks at the newest arrival.  Maybe that one wants 
 this.  She attenpts to fan the aroma of raw meat away form her.  EEw.
Mel scoot back towards /her/ meat, well, its hers but she could share it. Mel 
 moves around her pile of meat and starts placing it back in her pouch, the 
 pouch resting wide open, she once again nudges it towards the brown hatchling.
Yelena's discarded meat lays on the sand, getting gritty. Yelena stops 
 snarling at the blue firelizard long enough to give Kohath a /look/. What is 
 he doing now?
Onix glances from dragon and rider toward the eggs, then back.  She has to 
 look again, dark eyes trail back toward the demonic looking blue.  She quirks 
 a brow at such an intresting hatchling.  "Humm.." she emits as she digs 
 through her pack, drawing out a moist meatroll.  Well, its not bloddy, but it 
 is laced with a quite spicy smell.
D'lo Brown Hatchling stops to regard his /much/ larger cousin's interest, 
 craning his short neck to touch Kohath's nose with friendly recognition. But 
 he's big; he doesn't need protecting. That man over there on the ground, 
 though... he looks like he could use some help.
You better recognize! -- that Solan is THE perfect human, and D'lo Brown 
 Hatchling warbles his readiness to defend that title.
Gershom smirks and swipes up the almost-discarded chunk of meat in his other 
 hand, now holding both the fresh and the rather odd-looking one out, "Now you 
 look hungry.."
Solan calls D'lo Brown Hatchling closer.
O'no has arrived.
O'no arrives.
Sauscony calls congrats to D'lo and Solan
Eyes of cyan sweep the crowd, and afixing onto the blue.  Ganar smiles at it 
 instinctivly and feels bonded to the beatiful creature, quickly moving from 
 his puch, he produces a meat roll, without evre taking his eyes off of it...  
 The Gothic Hatchling meets his fancy...
Tobias smiles, "Okie, handsome one," he says to the brown, "Have fun with your 
 chosen person."
Kohath rumbles, head lifting, and moving over to Solan, to investigate 
 carefully, and the dragon's eye comes on a level with  with the man's head as 
 blues and greens whirl softly.
Trea goes home.
Sienna wakes up from his nap.
Safia calls Heartbreak Blue Hatchling closer.
Mel picks up her pouch full of meat and sets it down near the Gothic Lifestyle 
 Blue hatchling, she nudges it coloser with a small hand. Mel pulls out some 
 of the meat and sets it near the blue hatchling. She crouches down to be eye 
 level with the blue.
Rhea sighs as she sees the little brown impress. Oh well she'll protect 
 herself from her feline and her feline can protect her from the evil flit.
Lammas goes home.
Sviek has disconnected.
Balinth disappears suddenly for parts unknown.
Gothic Lifestyle Blue Hatchling's nostrils twitch. Fresh meat... no mere 
 meatroll will do for this discriminating fellow. Blood! He wants something 
 juicy!
Taran smiles, leaving Solan's side to stand watch by the eggs. Taran doesn't 
 want any trouble, staying away from the blue.
Solan grins down at the little brown...."You and I will do great things, 
 love..."  He gently coos...something seems to distract him from his new 
 friend. In fact, it's the large orbs of a dragon. He gently smiles up at the 
 beast, knowing that he can't talk to it, but he nods politely saying, "Hello 
 there." What respect...ooh, a chirp startles him. More food and attention is 
 given to the brown...
O'no wanders over to the crowd, eyes narrowing at all the comotion. Nose 
 twitches lightly at the noise and many unfamiliar faces as she slowly steps 
 toward the group, infinately curious.
Fenec has a few bits of that. But he's still trying to shush his two spawn, 
 who are clamoring. Well, Stormer's clamoring. Tombstone is sitting and 
 humming. Join the dark side, little blue. After all, Fenec has plenty of 
 room, even if he doesn't know it, yet.
Rio wakes up from his nap.
Mel places a juicy piece of wherry, right in front  of the blue, the smell 
 wafting around her and the other people around, she presses the meat a bit 
 and the juice spills out.
Tobias walks toward the eggs, " 'Ello" he smiles to Taran, hoping he doesn't 
 mind them both watching the eggies...
Kohath slowly moves his head away, withdrawing ack to crouch beside his rider, 
 head touching K'den's gently.
Ganar wonders, a simple meat roll won't do for this blood thirsty creature.... 
 possibly the newly killed foul in his tunic pocket?  Fresh and still warm, it 
 reeks of Death... Offers are made to the Gothic one.. Will he?
Natobi wonders if the hatchling likes her mess.  Why, oh why did she do this?  
 Look at all this /meat/.  Mush.  Blood.   Eew.  Smelly.  "Anyone want a 
 little piece of beach?  Bloody, smelly, meaty?  Free!" She sighs, stil trying 
 to wave the fumes away from her line of scent.  Look at this pile of meat. 
 She doesn't want to throw it away...  But, it's bloody, smelly, and nasty!
>From atop Taran's head, Kybo chitters quickly at Tobias before continueing his 
 hum of welcome to the new ones.
Onix glances back at the dragon, the sends a congradulating grin Solan-ways, 
 she'll talk to him later though.  Dark eyes sweep back to the demonic 
 hatchling.  She looks down at the spiced meatroll, not enough for the demon 
 creature though.  She ponders, eyes becomming slightly unfocused as she 
 attempts sending images of the meat bag in the wagon to her fair, perhaps one 
 will get the idea?   She sighs and returns to reality, hoping, in the 
 meantime she dances the meatroll slowly along, the spicy smells wafting 
 toward the eggs and hatchlings.
Shanlor goes home.
Raisha steps lightly along the beach, admiring the scenery of the lake, and 
 doesn't notice the large crowd at first. But eventually the noise draws her 
 attention and she walks over to investigate, just in time to see Solan 
 Impress the brown. Arriving at his side she queries, "A hatching? And you 
 Impressed? Congragulations!" Her gaze sweeps over the scene once more, and 
 sees several new hatchlings fast asleep with full bellies as well as more 
 unhatched eggs. "There certainly are a lot of them..." Her gaze finally rests 
 on the Gothic brown hatchling. What, no one got him yet? Such a one as that 
 must not have been out for longer than a few moments.
Gothic Lifestyle Blue Hatchling stretches his neck to bump fangy snout against 
 the fresh offering in Gershom's hands, inhaling deeply. Enticing... but what 
 else has he to offer? Blood alone is not enough to seal the Brood....
Sauscony grabs some fresh wherry, still dripping with blood and juice, and 
 extends her hand slowly, then on a second thuoght she picks up a wiggling 
 crawlie, and others that too to the Gothic blue.
Cillan 's eyes of ice dance across the crowds, returning to his favorite pair, 
 the two eggs, the Twins of gemini are to him, what he has been looking for, 
 even though they haven't yet hatched..
Serino Bursts in from ::between:: in a sapphire flash.
Solan stands, cradling Darth in his arms...now to find that runner and get 
 home...gotta fix this toe.
Solan goes home.
Mel holds out another piece of freshly killed tunnel snake, the blood dripping 
 on the ground, she holds it in her hand in front of the blue, "Want some 
 bloody tunnel snake? I killed it today, it was under my bed," she giggles.
Right Handed Twin Gemini Egg rocks impatiently, nudging its clutchmate with 
 anticipation. Now? no... not yet.
Naefl has connected, talk to me.
Fenec wipes a bit of meat off, offering the dripping and bloody chunk to 
 Stormer, in placation. Stormer bolts it gleefully, leaving just Tombstone to 
 hunger. He offers another dripping piece to Tombstone, wincing as the brown 
 gtrabs it, starting to eat it perched right there on Fenec's head. Ewww.
Gershom blinks in surprise as the little gothic bumps against his hand.  He 
 smiles brightly and reaches a finger forward to gently stroke the top of the 
 small head, "Well hello to you too.  So you like things nice and fresh, do 
 you?"
Astrid has arrived.
Astrid arrives.
Sauscony stares at the wiggling egg, interested
Natobi holds a piece of diregarded meat disdainfully. Anyone want this?  She's 
 giving it away.  She sighs, sprinkleing it with sand and such.  Mmm.  Nasty. 
 Maybe she'll give it to her firelizards.  She begins to take out off the 
 meat, one piece by one, and out it on the sand in fron of her.  She likes her 
 basket but doesn't like it's contests....  The blood on the meat makes little 
 rivers in the sand.
Gothic Lifestyle Blue Hatchling hisses. Fresh, yes. But he doesn't just want 
 food; he wants a brood-partner... and is this human worthy?
Cillan smiles, his favorite and hopefull eggs are rocking... maybe they will 
 hatch at the same time?  It will be soon though, and impatiently, he produces 
 a meat roll to which to intice the twins with, when they do hatch
Long, slow wing strokes bring Serino to rest on Onix's shoulder, a half eaten 
 slice of wherry dangling from his mouth.  Well, he sort-of got it.   Onix 
 looks up, a smile riding on her face.  She reaches up to take the meat from 
 the blue.  He squacks and pulls back, no, this is mine.  Finaly Onix manages 
 to coax, or order, him to give her the partly eaten fresh wherry.
Gothic Lifestyle Blue Hatchling finds his kindred spirit, sweeping forward 
 with a possessive squawk. Yes, Gershom will be an excellent addition to his 
 Brood.
O'no slowly makes her way froth, not too politely elbowing her way through the 
 crowd. Using her height to her advantage, she manages to peer over the heads 
 of a pair of weyrbrats to see... Face gets all kinds of scrinched up at the 
 awful sight. Snort and a roll of the eyes as she actually manages to sayk the 
 name like a curse, "Firelizards..."
Cryss has arrived.
Cryss arrives.
A hush seems to fall for a moment amid the various chattering and squawking 
 and delighted cries of Impression...
>From atop Taran's head, Kybo hops off of Taran's head for a moment, only to 
 gobble up dropped pieces of meat. What a feast! Yumyumyum! Oops! Forgot to 
 hum. His hum starts again as he crawls up to his usual perch on Taran's head.
Naefl goes home.
Safia goes home.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages: Gemini Twin Eggs 
 proudly present your Tag Team Champions of the WORLD! ...Road Dog Blue 
 Hatchling!
Road Dog Blue Hatchling
Lean, tough and wiry like a strip of worn leather, this firelizard carries 
 himself with an air of confidence that seems disproportionate to his size. 
 Dusky cobalt brushes his hide with suede-like consistency, swirling into 
 darker highlights on his eyeridges and main wingspars. Distinctly 
 wedge-shaped head is on the constant weaving move back and forth, just daring 
 someone to come mess with him. Long tail drags behind him, its length further 
 accentuating his wiry build.
...Bad-Aft Blue Hatchling!
Bad-Aft Blue Hatchling
Large for a blue, massive wingsails spread to give this firelizard at least a 
 brown's stature. Well-proportioned and sleek, he seems to exude a certain 
 assured cockiness as he poses for his admiring fans. Somewhat blunted face 
 leads down to jutting jaw and back to mischievously sparkling eyes. His hide 
 is patterned in creeping splashes of cerulean and lapis, bright and flashy. 
 Whiplash blue leathery tail provides him with the balance to move more 
 quickly than his unusual stature suggests.
Astrid rushes into the lake shore, a big bowl of freshly cut wherry in her 
 arms. Swallowing thickly, she heard there was to be a hatchling, and hopes 
 she's not to late. Smiling, she spots the eggs and the hatchling, her eyes 
 twinkling as she rushes forward. It's about time I should get a hatchling, 
 she thinks as she moves to the edge of the circle, falling down on all fours 
 to see better between various people's legs.
Raisha thinks the brown perhaps has not hatched that recently if he already 
 seems to be choosing, or at least narrowed down the field a bit. Black hair 
 is flicked back in a gesture which solely expresses her disapointment of 
 seemingly arrived to late to Impress the dark one. She smiles in 
 congratulations and turns to the new blues. There are some hot ones.
Mel turns to the two blues, "Wow twins!" she says, "I wish I was twin," she 
 tells them, nudging her meat bag forward, she takes her tunnel snake and cuts 
 it in half, and holds some in each hand, "Some for you," she says to the 
 first, "And some for you," she says to the other.
Cryss blinks, as she sees two hatchlings carefully remove themselves from the 
 shell. "A hatching?" she half whispers. Bags and papers are dropped and she 
 uses her muscualar arms to reach for, and finally retrieve, a hand full of 
 fresh meat. "And more where this came from!" she cries happily approaching 
 the hatchlings and other eggs.
Road Dog Blue Hatchling leads the charge, slapping his clutchbrother with his 
 tail and diving into the fray of bloody meat bits with an exhuberant cry.
Cillan 's imense smiles can not be contaned, for these, these are the two 
 blues he has been waiting for.  This pair is inseprable, and obviously made 
 for each other.  His quick herder hands revive their sights with the sight of 
 not one, but /two/ meat rolls, ready to be eaten, and he is ready to love and 
 care for both.
A slightly disappointed sigh escapes Onix's thin lips as the only unique 
 hatchling impresses.  She shrugs, perhaps another intresting one will hatch.  
 She chuckles at the still pouting hatchling.  "Okay, Okay," she says handing 
 up the halfeaten wherry.  "You sorta understood anyway," she says with a 
 chukle as she blue snatches the meat and leaps away before it can be taken 
 again.
Taran claps his hands, "Excellent entrance!" he grabs his dropped piece of 
 fishroll, "Here's a quick snack to get you on your way." he smiles, handing 
 the fishroll to the Bad-Aft Blue.
Fenec has bloody meat. Just not a lot of it. Not as much as he had before, now 
 that his other two are chawing down on it. Mmmm, blood and meat. 
Smile.. The one feature that is unmistakable from Ganar's face.  He decides 
 that one of these two could be his..  He offers a meat roll to the two 
 beautiful clutch-mates.
Cryss jumps back, "Oh no!" she grins, "Can't get mine without a fight!" she 
 wiggles her meat around, "Catch it if you can!" she playfully challenges, 
 golden locks falling about her shoulders. She squeezes her meat, smell 
 flashes about, and blood slightly drips.
Natobi grins and gets a little createve idea.  "Ladies and gents, children of 
 all ages!  Here is a one time offer!  Get the meat that started it all!  
 Cuisne from all around Pern!  We have packtail!  We have Silverfish, yellow 
 fish, werry, heardbeast!  Spiderclaw!  Tunnelsnake!  Yes, even a crawlie or 
 two!!  You can't pass up an affer like this!  Now, you ask, how much and I 
 asking for this great offer.  I'll tell you!  Nothing!  Absolutely nothing!  
 Yes, I'm giving it away!!  But, for today only!  You can't pass up a deal 
 like this!"  Natobi sweeps her arm, indication to all the bits and pieces of 
 meat she has displayed, the fine cuesine.  Continental!  One of a kind!
Gershom gingerly strokes along the little blue's neck as he feeds it the meat, 
 beaming with something that can only be pride.  He keeps his eyes locked on 
 the little lizard's as he prepares to bring out some more of his lunch, 
 "Hungry little fellow, aren't you?"
Bad-Aft Blue Hatchling is not about to be left out. Dancing impatiently at 
 ringside -- or, at least, among the scattered remnants of eggshells -- he 
 hoot encouragement to his quick, smaller brother.
>From Sky Above the Weyr Lake, Dharzeth has arrived.
Rhea has disconnected.
>From Sky Above the Weyr Lake, Dharzeth floats through the air with a gleam of 
 ease and grace. toward Dharzeth's Ledge.
Sienna dozes off...
>From Sky Above the Weyr Lake, Chaddyth has arrived.
Tobias nods, "Yes, excellent start." he peers at the Road Dog Blue Hatchling, 
 "Aye, mighty good start." he watches the Road Dog wreak havok amongst the 
 meant and sheilds himself as some werry juice is flung into his face.
Chaddyth has arrived.
Raisha spurs herself into action now the blues have hatched and begins to 
 search pouches for meat. Fortunately for her her errand to the Weyr was to 
 visit a friend in the kitchens, who had been to busy and waved her off with a 
 few meatrolls, which now appear in her hand and displayed for the new 
 hatchlings. They're fresh, care to try? Of course, there is a small price for 
 them...
Jamera leans back against a rock, watching the two blues with interest. Her 
 brown still lites in the crook of her arm, not quite asleep, watching the 
 goings on through slits of half closed eyelids. She consders slowly, turning 
 the wherry which remains to her over and over in her fingers, not ready to 
 offer it to any yet. Her eyes settle on the remaining egg, narrowed, as they 
 perhaps evaluate its chances of hatching. Often the last one doesn't. She 
 teakes a small bite out of her wherry - once it was part of her meal, before 
 it was claimed by another. Silently she watches, thoughtful.
Gershom sits back a bit, ceoming to a more comfortable position as his eyes 
 seem to shine, focusing solely on Spook.
Sauscony smiles at Gershom's and the Goth's happiness, then turning her 
 attention to the newest arrivals, finding the Bad-Aft Blue appealing. She 
 dangles a strip of wherry meat in front of him, crooning gently and muttering 
 about how much attention his clutch brother is getting... "Please! come with 
 me and I'll give you lotsa attention, lotsa food, and most importently, lotsa 
 love!"
Taran eeks, handing Tobias a hankercheif. "You ok?" he asks, a bit grossed out 
 by the sight.
Road Dog Blue Hatchling rushes the crowd, tangling with someone's bootlace 
 before charging back to tag Bad-Aft in. His turn to wreak some havoc now!
Astrid smiles even more broadly as she spots some harper colored blues, her 
 favorite color. Muttering polite excuses to the people above, she picks up a 
 piece of carefully cut wherry and extends her arm towards the front of the 
 circle, waving it around a bit to try to attract the hatchling's attention. 
 Peering through legs again, she grins as she catches a brief glimps of the 
 hatchlings personality, a nod given to them. Blood gets dripped from the 
 meat, proving it's freshness, to stain the sand below a dark maroon color.
Rhea has connected.
Mel falls back as the blues rush past her, the meat falling on her stomach, 
 she sits there for a moment, panting, worn out, she picks up her pouch and 
 dumps it out on her stomach, some meat falling on the ground making a tril to 
 her, she sits up and makes a little trail on either side of her to the pile 
 of meat in her lap.
Cryss smiles, "Try it!" she giggles, "I dare you." her meat flaps about, 
 "Ladies and gentleman!" she cries, "I think we have a fight! " then she 
 grins, "Whichever one of you is better should go for this meat, not the other 
 hatchling. c'mon, bet ya can't get it!" she grins, and teases, playing 
 hatchling announcer.
O'no casts a glance up to watch her lifemate soar in. Another snort is tossed 
 in for good measuer as she quickly elbows her way out of the crowds and back 
 to Chaddyth as he lowers himself to sit on his haunches. Brownrider steps oer 
 to the browns forefeet, placing a hand on him lightly, "Done feeding, dear?" 
 Glazed look to her eyes belays the response.
Cillan  thinks thoughtfullnes is the key, and he tries to atract the two's 
 attention, rambunctious they are, but together in a safe place and a loving 
 home is what they need.  Smiling with his icey eyes, he silently sends 
 messages of love and affection for the two twins to hear.
Tobias smiles, "Thank you." he takes the hankercheif. Oh, no! Now the other 
 one's doing it too. Will this ever end? Probably not, since each of the 
 speedy terrors get a rest as the other works. He sighs. "Ooof!" he trips on 
 his tangled bootlaces, falling sputtering into the lake.
Rhea watchs the blues happily as she holds out the meatroll in her hand. Her 
 other hand restrains the feline that threatens to steal any and all food ment 
 for the hatchlings.
Bad-Aft Blue Hatchling leaps into the fray with a delighted bugle, wings 
 spread in all their lapis glory. Meat? Dangling meat trying to get away from 
 him? He leaps, snapping at the flapping tidbit Cryss holds so teasingly 
 above, but can't quite reach. Perhaps an easier target is needed...
Cryss smiles wider, if that's possible, "Hmm, gonna get him out here and fight 
 up some humans?" she asks in a announcer voice, "Oh yes folks, this is an 
 amazing team!" she wiggles her meat, "Are they good enough to get this 
 wiggling meat? Let's find out!" she taunts, her eyes sparkling, hair dancing, 
 and meat teasing and daring.
Natobi juggles some spiderclwaws.  "The perfect food companion.  They slice!  
 They dice!  They tase good!  Come, fine people.  Ask yourself, could you 
 resist?"  She adds a bit pf werry to her juggling. Woah!  They drop. She 
 really can't juggle.  But she should be getting back to Shar... She needs 
 some help with that one! Someone matcho!  "I'll tarde.  A buff helper with by 
 little fasterling for a companion, partner in crime and battle, and a lot of 
 food!" 
Mel waves someof her meat towards the ground, near the Bad-Aft Blue Hatchling, 
 "here, try to catch it, bet you caan't," she giggles, teasing the hatchling.
Taran tries to sheild himself from the splash, bt it doesn't work. Now Taran's 
 soaked. "You ok?" he asks Tobias, helping him out of the water. 
Bad-Aft Blue Hatchling considers a moment, unable to let this challenge to his 
 honor lie. Oh, Rooooaaad Dooogggg....
Sauscony smiles at the Bad-Aft hatchling "C'mon My meat is easier too get" she 
 says lowering her meat to his eye level
Cryss lowers the meat, "Is this better?" she asks, meat slows and lowers, 
 "C'mon, ya can get it now! I am sure! Prove me right!" she cries, not too 
 loud, though, people would jump her! Her musceless legs are stretched out, 
 and the hatchling steps on one, "Ouch! Ow!' she smiles, not too much in pain!
Cillan 's hands move towards the blues attention, and try to get them to look 
 his way.  What more can the two want?  Even one would be fine, but here is 
 someone who wouldn't take the two completly diffrent, yet the same hatchlings 
 apart, and keep them together.  Delicous meat rolls, suculant and fresh await 
 the two if they feel the need....
Astrid lies close to the ground, making herself seem smaller as easier to 
 reach for the little hatchlings. A slight grimace is given as she stretches 
 her arm out even farther, making it jut out just a tad bit more. She shakes 
 the wherry meat again, making little splatters of blood fall to the ground.
Raisha catches a smile at the Road Dog Blue's antics. Somehow she gets the 
 feeling that the old love-and-devotion forever rutine is not what these two 
 are looking for. They're here to stir up a ruckus and it seems that their 
 entrance was all that was needed to cause quite a commotion already, but are 
 they even started yet? Only tripped Tobias...she watches the blues from a 
 safe distance, meatroll clutched in idle hand, not particulary wanting to be 
 tripped or caught up in mischief herself. She prefers to cause trouble more 
 than have tricks played on her.
Tobias sputters, "Yeah." he slips on a slimy rock and falls, face first, into 
 the water yet again.
Ganar steps forward, and lowers his hand in their reach.  These two are what 
 he wants, and he feels he would do anything to get them...
Serino dissappears ::between:: in a sapphire flash.
Road Dog Blue Hatchling rushes in to help. Hey, he didn't tag! Isn't that 
 illegal?
O'no sits back to rest on one of Chaddyth's 
 forefeet, extending arms back to help support her. Brown's heavy head comes 
 down, smattering of red tainting his muzzle. Rider winces at the sight, then 
 looks back to the hatching, "Too bad firelizards aren't bigger, eh?" Dragon 
 lifts head up, arching neck to grunt at that statement, obviously not liking 
 it one bit. 
Cryss grins, "Illegal play? Aw, let him try, ya want the meat? It tastes 
 good!" she says, "Prove to everyone you're the /greatest/ tag-team!" she 
 adds, " I believe you are, just prove to all of them!" she says, gesturing 
 with her empty hand to the others gathered here.
Kybo has arrived.
Taran drops Kybo. Kybo flies off to a close perch and watches to see if any 
 exitement may arrive.
Natobi goes home.
Spook snaps up the meat and hops forward, spreading its wings, which somehow 
 seem to draw in light and cast a shadow over its whole body.  
Fenec has disconnected.
Gershom  lightly strokes the dark blue head, "Well.. I wouldn't call you 
 cute..  Majestic is a better term."  He smiles and only then takes the time 
 to glance up slightly.
Rhea watches the people call loudly to the hatchlings and silently holds out 
 her meatroll. A small island of sanity among all the crazyness.
Ganar  gives a challnge to the two, proceeding to hold the rolls right over 
 their heads as in an effort to say "Can you do it?" He smiles at the 
 thought....
Bad-Aft Blue Hatchling and his partner in crime tackle Cryss's legs in unison, 
 and Bad-Aft leaps to snap the meat from her hand in the confusion. Ha! 
 Another devious plan broken out by the hatchling Outlaws!
The winners, and still champions! Cryss joins Bad-Aft Blue Hatchling at 
 ringside for a victory dinner!
Jerill has arrived.
Jerill arrives.
Road Dog Blue Hatchling leaps clear, slinking stealthily through the crowd for 
 a new target. B.A.? Hey... where'd he go?
Cryss eeks, and drops her meat, she watches it get gobbled, "Oh well, good 
 job!" she giggles.
Tobias gasps as he is given a breath of air. Brrr! This water's cold. "Hey, 
 are you alright." he carefully places his feet on the slippery sand. Grabbing 
 Taran's hand, he hoists him from the lake.
Mer pops in from ::between::
Mecoli has arrived.
Mecoli arrives.
Mel giggles at the Tag team, snatching meat from Cryss, she dangles her meat 
 in one hand now, dangling in towards the Road Dog Blue Hatching, "I see your 
 clutch-mate isn't here to help you, so I'll make it a little easier," she 
 says waving her meat back and forth a little slowler, and a little lower.
Cillan smiles at the intellegence of the two, together they can do anything,,, 
 Together at the stablesthey could be a pair, but the Road Dog Blue is his 
 favorite... mischief is the way to go is Cillan's motto, and mischief would 
 be great to get into with all of those canines around....
Taran nods, "Not exactly a hatching I would repeat, though." he laughs. "Kybo, 
 you deserter!" Kybo croons innocently. Who, me?
Jerill waves to sauscony and walks over towards her
Mecoli wanders in, wondering at the gathering.  "Hello!" She calls to people 
 she knows.  What's going on here?  Ho.  She laughs. A hatching.  Who knew?  
Rhea almost smiles as the people are attacted by the two blues. She forces 
 herself to remain serious refusing to loose her dignity.
Road Dog Blue Hatchling isn't after free handouts -- he's out to cause some 
 trouble... eyes alight on one human standing a bit away... oh so she thinks 
 she's safe back there, eh?
Astrid sigh as she starts to draw back her arm. If it wasn't to be with either 
 of those, then it wasn't to be. Meat is only retrieved to the edge of the 
 circle as she still thinks there might still be some chance with them. A 
 blink is given as she tries to see through the forest of legs once more, only 
 being able to see a glimps of a blue and shattered egg remains. She stays 
 quiet, knowing that noise usually does little good to attract hatchlings.
O'no slides down to sit neatly upon Chaddyth's rather large foot, hazarding 
 getting a bit of ovine blood and other interesting things on her spiffy new 
 riding leathers. Head and chin lift a little as she continues to try to watch 
 the chaos. Voice mutters, "And all of this for firelizards..." Fingers reach 
 down to pull off a bit of ovine innard from her lifemate's claw, flinging it 
 into the melee.
Charging Taurus Egg rocks, once, then is still again.
Rio dozes off...
Sauscony turns her attention to the Road Dog hatchling, dangling a strip of 
 wherry in his face "I bet you can't get it" she taunts a smirk on her face 
 --"oh hello Jerill" she says, seeing him
Ganar  continues to taunt the hatchling with his kill, he will have to work 
 for this kill.....
Mel stands up and walks over to the water and looks into it, her meat up 
 higher, a lot higher, this kid isn't easy to get meat from, no way! You have 
 to be tough to get meat from her! "Hey you," she calls to the hatchling, "Are 
 you tough? huh? I think not!' she exclaims.
Raisha hears soft rumble behind her and turns around slowly, gaze steadily 
 rising upwards until they meet those of the brown dragon. The weyrling is 
 admired from a distance as well as the young rider, envying their bond of 
 happiness, something like what she once had with a fire lizard many years 
 ago, only stronger. Would she ever feel happiness like that again, that bond 
 which can only be broken by death, that cruel heartless creature which took 
 her only friend away from her? Dejected by her memories brought up with the 
 sight of the two, she turns away, hand falling to her side, meatroll 
 forgotten. A commotion in the crowd causes her gaze to rise once again, and 
 she sees the blue troublemaker approaching. Nervously she eyes him, he's not 
 heading over here, is he?
Jerill focuses his attention on the Taurus Egg 
Road Dog Blue Hatchling is most certainly /not/ heading over there. In fact, 
 he's perfectly casual, slinking, strolling, looking this way and that -- and 
 then suddenly /leaping/ at the forgotten meatroll with a flurry of flapping 
 wings. That'll teach her to try and get away from him!
Jamera has connected.
Rio wakes up from his nap.
Oh, you didn't KNOW? Raisha better CALL somebody! Because Road Dog Blue 
 Hatchling has found his partner -- and he looks hungry!
Sauscony drops her wherry, and smiles at Raisha, truly happy for her.
Sound the alarms! Mecoli has arrived!
O'no remains perched on her lifemate's foot, deft fingers picking aou (around) 
 his blood-wet talons and hense flinging the remains in the general direction 
 of the hatchlings and even thr crowd too. She doesn't much care. Chaddyth 
 rumbles lightly in his chest as he too turns his attention to the crowd, 
 having a rather fine view from his high position.
Mecoli looks at the two little hatchlings.  "Ooh.  Buff things.  Can't get 
 me!"  She picks up some discarded meat, waving it tauntingly. "You two are so 
 buff, you think?  I could outrun both of you!  I grew up aroung runners!  And 
 I outran /them/!" She boasts!  She seems to be /begging/ someone to show her 
 up. (Eww.  Sever crashed.)
Tobias has connected.
Jamera watches the Tausrus egg carefully. I saw that. It moved. Her gaze 
 returns to the spectacle the blues have created, with seemingly little 
 effort, but it moves back to the remaining efgg every so often.
Charging Taurus Egg shivers with anticipation, waiting for /just/ the perfect 
 moment...
Taran wakes up from his nap.
Charging Taurus Egg shatters in a violent explosion of shards, revealing the 
 impressive bulk of Stone Cold Brown Hatchling. Give him a 'SHELLS, YEAH!'
Stone Cold Brown Hatchling
Slick brown hide stretches tautly over a sleekly muscular frame, bulging 
 powerfully through barrel-chest and trunklike limbs. Narrowed eyes seem to 
 glare in a perpetual haughty sneer, set in a blunt face that thickens into a 
 short brawler's neck and wide shoulders. Rather smallish wings sit atop his 
 broad back, flared to display a pattern of deep brown diamonds scattered over 
 his spine. Thick, coiled tail is held neatly aloft like a snake waiting to 
 strike. Powerful, proud and independant, Stone Cold Brown Hatchling is the 
 meanest tunnelsnake this side of Crom and if you don't believe it, he'd be 
 happy to prove it.
Raisha drops the meatroll, startled, adn watches as he snatches it up. Oh, 
 dear, she really got in trouble now - but somehow she doesn't seem to mind 
 the new responsibility of this handfull and hands him another meatroll before 
 scooping him up gently and taking him aside to be out of the way of the drama 
 of hatchings and bondings.
Mecoli sees the others impressed. Oh well.  No races.  She looks at the last 
 eggg.
Raisha calls Road Dog Blue Hatchling closer.
Astrid decides to move to a better location, getting herself up and lightly 
 dusting herself off before taking up a position near the edge of the