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Ifora Hatches

Chailyn slips off to go to the gather at the Baker training center at Benden Weyr. She impresses masterful gold Ifora, but loses her candidate knot
Setting: Baker Training Center, Benden Weyr
Cast: Haloran, Dendra, Sarai, F'gon, Chailyn, Aelin, Isleen, Zartha, Teryla, Felimy, M'teh, Lanryi, Raden, Sauscony, Banit, Zuliah, Farrell, Lambent, Reese, D'orn, Mirala, Ouryn, Mhaul, Ducere, Kiara and many, many others!

Chailyn - Monday, June 26, 2000, 10:22 AM
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You go toward Baker Training Center
Baker Training Center - Benden Hold(#6521RLY)
Although smaller than the main kitchen, this area is no less active. All of the equipment a Baker could possibly need is found here, arranged so that groups of trainees can be positioned to watch any demonstrations that might be occuring. This mini-kitchen also provides space for Bakers to experiment with recipies free from the distractions that abound in the main area. In addition, an informal lecture and study area, complete with tables and benches, is organized in the portion of the room not taken up by the test kitchen. The study area is ringed with shelves containing craft manuscripts both old and new for the trainees to utilize.
A variety of interesting scents fill the warm air of this room.
Please +view.
Contents:
Geoff
Caralain
Haloran
Felimy
Christania
Lara
Isleen
Lijan
Bread Box and Egg Basket
Girad

Girad says "Pancake making is it? Great! Any for a hungry messenger boy?"

Geoff takes the spoon, his hand shaking. He scoops up a spoonful of batter and pours it on the griddle. "soon, Girad. Very soon."

Chailyn slips in, her expression curious and something faintly furtive about her stance.

Lijan nods to Geoff. "Now you wait, sir, until the top starts to bubble, alright?" He peers down into the griddle, looks alright.

Two clutches rest in warm sand in their respective containers. A gold guards the large egg basket, which holds her clutch. The bread box mostly stands alone without a guard except on the rare occasion the eggs' dam decides to pay a visit.

Geoff nods back to Lijan. "but of course. I was here for part of the demonstration."

Haloran's eyes have been almost restlessly scanning the hall, occaisional sniffs offered as he looks around. Spotting the entering Chailyn, he does a double-take, clearly stunned.

Girad says "Are they savoury or sweet?"

Geoff stands around for a few minutes, keeping a watchful eye on the griddle, until he sees bubbles. "all right, now I flip it, correct?"

Geoff grabs a turner.

Zuliah arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Zuliah has arrived.

Girad fetches himself a plate and fork.

Lijan nods to Geoff. "Yeah, now you flip it. Takes a certain kind of knack though, so be careful." Says the 11 turns old boy, oh yeah.

Geoff turns the pancake with relative ease.

Chailyn makes her way around the edges of the crowd, craning her neck to attempt to see what is going on. If she realizes someone is staring, it certainly doesn't show. She murmurs a quiet 'excuse me' as she edges in near Haloran to try to see.

Zuliah goes toward Hold Kitchen.
Zuliah has left.

Lara finishes about half of her pancake before she passes the plate to the same apprentice that gave her a fork earlier. "I've had enough, but do tell Lijan it was delicious, won't you?" The baker girl nods her head quickly, "Yes, ma'am. I will," then she hurries off with with plate.

Geoff says "I just pry it until it goes upside down."

Girad says "Mother flicks her wrist and it just sails right over. It's amazing"

Lijan purses his lips. "Sure you can, but it's not much fun that way." He grins sheepishly.

Haloran is a boy, of course, so he's still more drawn to the food. Licking his lips, he peers about, trying to spy some food to eat. Course, at the same time, he's sidling closer to Chailyn, behind the crowd of people.

You sense Haloran nears you and hisses out, "Chailyn! What are you doing here?"

Geoff is a bit confused about how to see when the other side is done, as there will likely be no bubbles.

Lijan nods to Geoff, bumbling his head, red hair shifting. "You just turn it again from time to time to see if it's brown on the other side."

Chailyn very nearly overbalances, a guilty look flickering across her face. She turns to spy Haloran and relaxes into a grin. Keeping her voice low, so as not to disturb the demonstration, she murmurs something quietly to him.

Girad ponders a little. "Lijan, have you eaten one yet?"

Lijan looks over his shoulder and shakes his head at Girad, hissing "I'm doing them, you know."

Geoff whispers softly to Lijan, "psst! y'think they're done yet?"

You whisper "Hal! I came to the festival. I didn't know *you'd* be here. You all settled in at... where was it? Telgar?" to Haloran.

Haloran is staring at the food again, a look of contemplation on his face. Then, jerking his head toward Chailyn, he nods and murmurs back. Then those eyes look for the food again.

Lijan nods to Geoff again. "Yeah, this pancake looks just fine to me. Isn't it neat?" He grins. "I hope you'll enjoy it, there's a plate for you. Who wants to go next?"

Haloran whispers "Yeah, Telgar." He sounds pleased that you remember. "But...I don't see anyone else from Igen here....""

Girad winks. "I know, but you should have a nibble. Don't do unto others unless what you won't inflict on yourself"

Geoff slides the pancake off of the griddle and puts it on a plate.

Geoff strolls over to Haloran. "this, is for you" he says, putting the plate down.

An assistant of Lady Benden's slips in quietly and gently taps Lara on the shoulder. A few whispered words and Lara nods, rising from her seat. She pauses to smiles and tell Lijan before leaving, "Very good demonstration. The pancake was perfect." A nod goes to Ofira and a few others as she makes her way out.

Geoff retrieves some syrup for Haloran.

Lijan pouts at Girad. "I think the Lady Benden enjoyed the pancake. I know my stuff," he says rather haughtily, then flicks a glance over at the person in question. He bows to Lara as she is on her way out.

Lara goes toward Hold Kitchen.
Lara has left.

Girad chuckles, as he is really not given to pancakes - they do not involve fish. "They smell excellent, that is true"

A Journeyman asks Caralain about the demos; upon hearing what Cara has planned, the Journeyman grabs a sensitive apprentice ear and hauls the would-be knife-juggler off.

Caralain moves into the barracks.
Caralain has left.

You whisper "I caught a ride with K'dar." She pauses as the bubbly is delivered, and then says, "You know, the one that searched Merali?" to Haloran.

Lijan looks around questioningly. "Now come on, no one wants to try themselves?" He pouts a bit.

Chailyn beams at Geoff as the pancake is offered to Haloran, pausing in her quiet conversation with him. Then she looks to Lijan, and edges back a bit in the crowd, scanning it a trifle nervously for faces.

Haloran takes the pancake then grins, "Thanks," he replies to Geoff. Starting to munch, he eyes Chailyn.

Girad says "I'll have one, for sure, though"

Lijan steps back and nods to Girad. "Well, there you go then. Let's see how good you are at flipping things." He grins.

Haloran whispers "You weren't supposed to, were you?"

Felimy slowly raises a hand, high enough for Lijan to see. "I'll try after him," she ventures, head tilted to the side.

Geoff says "how are you enjoying your pancake?"

Christania stops fiddling with her boots and looks up, smiling at Geoff and the hot cakes. She shakes her head, chuckling quietly. She stands and stretches, "Quite a day...'

Girad pours a very little piece of batter out and starts to cook the pancake. As one might expect for someone who grew up in Ofira's kitchen, he has a remarkable knowledge of frying pan etiquette. Sizzle, says the pancake, and he cooks away with some ability

Geoff says "oops forgot to say that was addressed to Haloran"

You whisper "Well, technically *not*, since I was searched, but you *know* they made a mistake searching me. It's not like I'm going to impress anyway. And I got Damina to cover chores for me. But K'dar thinks I'm here with permission." to Haloran.

Lijan looks at the girl who looks even younger than him, then nods with a shy grin this time. "Sure thing, you're welcome to try."

Haloran just keeps munching, the meal quickly disppearing as he does.

Chailyn grins impishly at Haloran, and then politely nods to Geoff. She offers, "He's not offered me any of it, so I imagine it's rather good."

Girad whistles thr ough his teeth. After a moment or two he steadies himself. "You all ready?"

Haloran whispers "I dunno. They say dragons know /something/. But...but that could get you in trouble!" Sweet and naive? Yes. "I wouldn't want that to happen to you."

Geoff looks around. "ready?...for what?"

Isleen slips further and further back in the crowd as more people push forward to gain a sample of the bakers' wares. She finally finds herself at the back edge and moves back even more to gain some breathing room. She takes several deep breathes.

You whisper "Oh, I'll be back before they know I'm gone. And the rest of the Igen riders aren't coming until later. I heard them say so." to Haloran.

Lijan takes a step back, fearing the worst from Girad, staring at him with wide green eyes.

Christania grins watching Girad, taking a seat near the pancake table. She watches with peaked interest.

Haloran whispers "If you say so, Chai. I dunno." A moment's hesitation then a shy "You look really nice."

Girad hefts the pan a couple of times and then HEAVE-WHUP-FLOP....a perfect pancake toss. He grins a little. "Easy." He does it again, and looks smug. Then on the third toss, he almost misses and has to help the pancake in with a spatula. "Oh, shardles"

Geoff shrugs, and sits by Christania, grabbing a pan lid as a splatter shield.

Geoff says "peer pressure :)"

Chailyn is still having her murmured conversation with Haloran, though she keeps an eye on Girad and his tossing.

Lijan ducks and hisses again, at Girad. "Now it's enough, really. You wouldn't want to hit someone with a pancake."

Girad is, as many have said, a cunning little tosser

Haloran senses "Chailyn smiles. "Thanks. You do too. So how do you like Telgar?""

Girad laughs. "Pancakes are easier to throw than pies"

Haloran's eyes widen at the tossing, a grimace of dismay whenever a pancake is hurt. After all, that's a waste of good food.

Christania laughs lightly at Girad and says, "Oh really? I take it you know this from experience?"

Haloran whispers "I really like it. But its so different!"

Haloran senses "Chailyn asks eagerly, "Have you had any snow yet?""

Geoff looks at the pan lid he grabbed and sees a blob of partly-cooked batter on it.

Girad nods to the lady. "Absolutely." He throws the cake out, and places the pan down. "Next?" He pours citron and sweetner on the pancake and walks away with it. "My thanks!"

Haloran whispers "It was snowing when I arrived! Its shardin' cold!"

Girad wanderts off, munching away merrily

Girad goes toward Craftmaster's Office.
Girad has left.

Lijan bossily reaches out to tug Girad away from the stove, then waves to Felimy. "Now it's your turn."

Christania laughs and watches. She grins at Felimy, "That was interesting."

Chailyn grins at Haloran, though she keeps an eye out for the next tosser. they seem to be having quite a little conversation there, and Chailyn absently smooths out her skirts.

Felimy edges up to the grill, again closer. Closer, and closer, the Felimy came. . . She gives a slight nod towards Lijan, pausing to glance back towards Christania and give the faintest version of a grin. Attention back to Lijan, she grabs the batter, keeping an ear open for instructions. Now, how big to make it?

You whisper "I've *never* seen snow. I'd *love* to, but I guess I can't do much of anything else until those silly eggs hatch. You know, they even pulled me off laundry duty!" She sounds incensed. "I had to trade with Taela to just get mornings in there." to Haloran.

Lijan looks down at Felimy. "You first put fresh oil into the griddle, then you take a spoonful of the batter when the oil is very hot."

Isleen finds herself a spot to sit down away from the crowd. She scans the faces nearest, obviously seeking someone out.

Ah. Felimy peers around, blinking, until she spots something that looks like oil. With detectable care, she puts a bit of fresh oil into the griddle, as according to Lijan's instructions, then waits until it heats. Finally, the child gives more then a quick blurb, asking, "How hot should I have it? How long 'll it take?"

Haloran manages to snag another plate of food, starting munch again as he talks quietly with Chailyn. He makes sure to keep an eye on the chef of the moment.

Haloran whispers "Well, it gets old pretty quick. And well, the eggs'll hatch and yeah, you'll come.....I mean, maybe you could come visit me at Telgar?"

Geoff strolls over to Christania, and offers her the stuffed canine pillow he won at the gaming booths. "for you" he says, his voice syrupy sweet.

Lijan holds his hand over the griddle. "I think that's hot enough. Just add the batter now, but be careful, it might sizzle."

Haloran senses "Chailyn grins. "If I can ever get time off from the laundry. I think I'm going to start *taking* more time. So what's it really like at Telgar?""

Christania looks at the pillow and laughs lightly, "Oh shells, no. I can't. Thank you though."

Haloran whispers "Its a Weyr. They do things really different, its cold but people are nice and friendly. I like it."

Felimy pours a dollap of the batter out, forming, well. . . it's not exactly *round*, per se - the cake looks a little like a deformed head, actually. She nods towards Lijan, keeping an eye on the griddle, before asking another question. "How'll I know when to flip it? Couldn't see that bit properly."

Lijan looks down at the unusual form of the batter. "Um, it will start to bubble, that means it's ready to be flipped. You're doing this really well." He's been raised to be a gallant boy after all.

Chailyn nods to Haloran and then looks over towards the demonstration.

Of course she's doing it well. But Felimy sure isn't signing up for being a baker anytime soon. . . As the batter starts to bubble, the girl inserts the spatula underneath the pancake, managing to flip it. Actually, *that* she does a good job at, despite the abnormal form of the pancake itself. Sizzle.

You whisper "Yeah. It takes a bit to get used to a weyr. The people at Igen are fairly nice. Though it's hard to... fit in at first. So have you talked to anyone from back home recently?" to Haloran.

Raden arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Raden has arrived.

Teryla arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Teryla has arrived.

Haloran's eyes light up. Someone who knows what they are doing making pancakes!

Zartha arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Zartha has arrived.

Haloran whispers "I talked to my mother a little bit ago--wrote her a letter."

Banit has arrived.

Raden quickly finds a seat hoping he didn't miss the raffle.

You whisper "Oh? How's she doing?" to Haloran.

M'teh arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
M'teh has arrived.

Geoff frowns a little. "Haloran didn't like my pancakes?"

Lijan claps his hands. "Did you see that? She's good, really. Maybe you'd like to be a baker?" He purses his lips. "Now you flip it from time to time, and when both sides are brown, we're done."

Haloran whispers "Same as usual. Content to do the craftwork."

M'teh mentions to Raden, "No need to sir. M'teh, or Mit, or something like that is fine!"

Haloran senses "Chailyn asks curiously, "Why'd you leave anyway?""

Aelin arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Aelin has arrived.

Christania chuckles at Geoff and shakes her head. She looks over at the people who have gathered again, nodding politely to the newer arrivals and then nibbling on a cookie.

Haloran shrugs at something, eyes scanning the hall again as he talks quietly with Chailyn.

Raden smiles, "Ah well thanks Mit."

Haloran whispers "I felt like I was just going to keep doing the same thing, over and over."

You whisper "Well, there's nothing *wrong* with that..." to Haloran.

Felimy flips the pancake again, mummering, "Dunno," towards Lijan. Flip, flip, flip. The pancake starts to look a bit toasty brown.

Dendra arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Dendra has arrived.

Lijan grins at Felimy. "Look how nice and brown it is." He gets a plate for her. "There we go, all done. Enjoy."

M'teh goes toward Hold Kitchen.
M'teh has left.

Lijan claps his hands. "Thanks for your attention during the demos, and be sure to see all the other exciting things at the Fest." He does a courtly bow and beams, his nervousness having evaporated.

Felimy slides the pancake off onto the plate, which she promptly snatches. A well-intentioned, "Thanks," is murmered, as the girl makes for the back to eat her treat.

Haloran whispers "That's what I thought."

Demid arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Demid has arrived.

List of Eggs and Hatchlings
1. Daybreak Vespertine Egg
2. Growing Green Vine Egg
3. Night of Ghosts and Spirits Egg
4. Rippled Ivory Egg
5. Radiant Bronze Egg
6. Psychedelic Color Splashed Egg
7. Plummeting Darkness Egg
8. Dawn Sisters Egg
9. Hidden Secrets Egg
10. Flecked Sand Egg
11. Soggy Mourning Egg
12. Smith's Egg
13. Deep Lagoon Egg
14. Fugitive Temptation Egg
15. Tree Patterned Egg
16. Jeweled Egg
17. Combatant Blooms Egg
18. Straw Egg
19. Decorated Copse Egg
20. Landscape Egg
21. Horticultural Frenzy Egg

Daybreak Vespertine
The overwhelming reds, oranges and yellows of this egg would be garish, were they not arranged as soft stripes of color, almost like a lush field of flowers. The rounded surface of the egg seems to lay half in shadow, the dusky softness gently overlaying the deep crimson and ochre of the blossoms, which seem to stretch off into the distance as far as the eye can see. The cadmium and russet is broken here and there by patches of faded green and soft violet, a carpet of pale leaves for the blooms. And on the edge of the meadow, the colors explode into a cacophony of swirling brightness, as though the morning sun had come to try to drive away the velvety shadows.
Inspiration: Autumn morning in the Netherlands
Written by: Chailyn

Growing Green Vine
If you can get a full side view of the small egg, you might be surprised that it has a story written on the shell! Indeed, at the very bottom is a small brown patch, the size of a fingerroot seed you might plant. Directly above it, a larger oval appears, about three times larger and richer in its color. Looking above this larger patch is one exactly like it, except with green tingeing its color and a small root-like appendage coming out the top of it. Continuing upward, you see the small root take shape into a bigger, longer green vine. At the top of the egg, a brilliant explosion of lime green and a little red show the final flower. If you were to circle the egg, you would see a similar 'growth pattern' story repeated six or seven times, all developing into the final bloom at the peak of the egg.
Written by: Zartha

Night of Ghosts and Spirits
Glow light on a moonless night. Dark navy blue and hunter green wrap around each other creating images of souls wandering a hardwood forest on a summer night. Shimmers of gold and red seem to peek through the green of leaves like the eyes of a dragon or a small glow holding back the darkness.
Written by: Renree

Rippled Ivory
Average in size, this egg settles among its clutchmates in ordinary splendour. The color, a smooth faded ivory, is marred by... something. The hint of another color, perhaps? Whatever it is, the effect is that the surface of the egg appears to be rippled, as if little waves would meet an inquisitive touch.
Written by: Isleen

Radiant Bronze
It sits snugly, among the other eggs. It is larger than most although not all and Its coloring is essentially bronze with some spillings of brown decorating its surface. The bronze is highlighted by dull golds and among the brown specs are a few brass colored one's .It is this incredible menage of colors that make the sight truly awe inspiring. The almost overpowering radiance of the egg is amazing and you may feel pangs of joy just gazing upon it. It is then you may notice the smooth texture, like that of a shipfish covering its oblong crust.
Written by: Banit

Psychedelic Color Splashed
Your eyes may widen as you glance at this egg. The bright colors swirling about the shell include bright dazzling green, crystal blue, sunset orange, and bright yellow. Throughout the tempest of color, splashes of glittering gold catch the ambient light. It is of a fair size, neither overly large nor excessively small, lending no clues as to what could possibly lay inside.
Written by: Pegai

Plummeting Darkness
This egg seems smaller than it truly is at first glance, due to the monstrous black shadow that curls sinisterly up from the base and hulks up over the creamy tan backdrop of its shell. The shadow continues up along the left hand side of the egg, resolving into a vaguely human shape that appears to be covered in gossamer spinner webs. In the center of this lurid sandy landscape is what seems to be a rock, though it is much smaller than the others in the background and curling around the right side of the egg. This smaller rock seems about to be overwhelmed by the approaching night shadow below it, it's own shadow pitifully weak by comparison. Across the top of this alien landscape is a soft, cobalt blue sky, as if nature were steadfastly ignoring the darkness about to overwhelm it.
Inspiration: Shades of Night Descending, by Salvadore Dali
Written by: Chailyn

Dawn Sisters
The dark, royal blue color of the deep waters blankets this egg completely. Three bright white spots on it stand out, spread across the center, in an oddly similar pattern as the Dawn Sisters. These are the eggs' only adornments. However, the blue is of a richness that is soul searching, and many seacrafters may have their eyes on this egg.
Written by: Zartha

Hidden Secrets
You may have to look hard to see this egg. A mixture of browns from a light tan to a darker klah bark color swirl around this egg. It seems to blend in with the warm sands it is cradled in. The only thing giving it's presence away is the circlet of lavender hues crowning one end.
Written by: Renree

Flecked Sand
Muted colors; tans, yellows, and browns. The colors are speckled and flecked onto this egg, reminiscent of a sandy beach. Set against the right kind of sand, it would be nearly impossible to locate the delicate object. All warm tones, it is a thing of summer's sandy beaches and sunlight.
Written by: Isleen

Soggy Mourning
Columns of dark, red rust streak the surface of this large egg, tumbling down from a horizontal, gray deck, all seen as though spotlighted through the dark, cold green wash of the sea. Yawning dark holes look down into darkness, as though the occupant were being coy, and hiding there in this watery prison. It seems that the very shell is flaking off from age, and yet, there was once great beauty here. It can be seen in the fine lines waving across the surface, the elegant etching work that looks like lace, or perhaps the fine work of a glasscrafter, now broken. There is a sadness here that reaches out and touches the heart - a sense of innocence lost, and lives forgotten in the cold sea.
Inspiration: Robert Ballards pictures of RMS Titanic
Written by: Chailyn

Smith's
A strange irony surrounds this small egg, sized down in comparison to the rest of the clutch. Though it is a bland cream-white color for the majority, there is a brownish splotch in the center of it, if you were looking at it straight on. The splotch, if you close one eye and tilt your head, looks eerily like the anvil of the Smithcraft. There even seems to be a reddish tinge in the brown colored-splotch, making the egg almost seem a sign of that craft.
Written by: Zartha

Deep Lagoon
Blue, deep and mysterious, touched with the faintest hint of green. A smooth color to hide in watery depths some great, dark secret. What lies below? Fathoms down and unseen. What lies within? Bronze, brown, blue, gold, or green? Not even the slightest hint betrays the hidden meaning. No light to invite curious eyes. But some treasure, kept underneath, will one day rise and, the surface, greet.
Written by: Isleen

Fugitive Temptation
Pale yellowish-green, much like the tender shoots of rivergrains flows from one edge of this egg to the other, darkening and becoming a more vibrant emerald. There are several irregular shapes in the foreground, the largest is a dusky golden brown, almost looking like a dragon with wings outstretched in flight. The other shapes trail along far after the largest, almost as though they were suitors in some unimaginable chase. There is a somber note in this otherwise attractive egg - the lurid red sphere that sits irregularly half behind the leading shape in the chase. Its color almost rivals that of the Red Star, brought down here to Pern in the soul of this small sphere.
Inspiration: Dragonflight, by Michael Whelan
Written by: Chailyn

Tree Patterned
It glints like a precious jewel, its undertones serving to highlight its incredible and wondrous appearance as it seems to shine like the sun and you may feel warm just being near it. It has a patterning almost like that of a tree, the wood grain texture is incredible to look at , almost hypnotic, in fact it may be hard to take your eyes away because it is so relaxing to look at.
Written by: Banit (Edited by: Aelin)

Jeweled
Almost appearing to be a rock with jewels set into it, this egg will be a surprise to everyone when it hatches. A dark gray background looks almost like stone, and covers most of the egg. All around the perfectly oval shape, however, are small blemishes of many colors: a couple reddish looking pebble here, a bright green one on the top, a yellow line like the dike of an ore along its middle, blue gem-like circles marring the stony background near the bottom of the egg, and a few brown knots, almost like wood except shiny, speckling the entire egg.
Written by: Zartha

Combatant Blooms
The shell of this egg is a pale green, the color of newly budded leaves. Clear and plain as day in the center of the shell, is what appears to be a golden streak, the fillet of a Lord Holder. This stamp of rank seems to be encrusted with crimson - magnificent rubies enough to satisfy the greediest of men and women. Bracing themselves at opposite ends of this large ovoid are what appears to be rose blossoms. Exotic and sweet, they are in full bloom each of them, with thorny branches that reach out towards the diadem, each attempting to wrest it from the other's grasp. One is a deep, bloody vermilion, and the other a pristine white. Each so sure that they will be the victors, they do not realize the branches, even as they fight over the crown, are uniting into one.
Inspiration: The War of the Roses (1455-1485)
Written by: Chailyn

Straw
This egg has a texture to it like straw; light yellow and brown thin lines run the length of the egg, and almost seem to invite you to rest your head on it. No blemishes scar this "Straw" egg, yet when you touch it - if you dare to, that is - there are small crags and bumps on it.
Written by: Zartha

Decorated Copse
This egg is a riotous dissonance of different shades of pink, white and dark brown. It would be nauseating at first, were it not for the detail on the shell - dark brown trunks seem to rise from the bottom, expanding out into thin limbs that hold these delicate pink and white blossoms. Stippled with color, as though carelessly, artfully daubed on by a master artist's brush, stark hot pink gives way to softer shades of rose and blush, intermixed with pure white. Below this all is carpet of soft, pale pink intermingled with the tender green of new grass. There seem to be hundreds upon hundreds of these trees in an endless marching row along the soft curvature of the shell.
Inspiration: The Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington DC
Written by: Chailyn

Landscape
A surprisingly plain egg, though of stark colors, the shell bears only a single, gray line, circling the egg's middle. One side of the line is a fierce white, like that of newly fallen snow, whereas the other side of the line reveals a light gray turmoil. Almost as if it was a picture of Pern's landscape after new snow-fall, the line separating the two colors traces invisible contours as it unevenly winds its way around. Looking closely, you can see that the line follows mounds that look like hills, and some spikes - like trees covered with snow? - as well as a few depressions, somewhat resembling lakes.
Written by: Zartha

Horticultural Frenzy
This egg seems to be a uniform off-white in color. Small, and entirely meek, it seems entirely unremarkable, save for the reddish splotch in its center. However, if one looks closely enough, the lightly beiged shell is actually broken and divided, seemingly festooned with thousands upon thousands of irregular manila petals. It looks as though some corolla had stood weeping and shedding its matter upon the egg. The crimson stain in the center seems, when viewed closer, to form the image of a blossom, burgeoning with life, the petals just opening.
Inspiration: Tournament of Roses Parade, Pasadena, CA
Written by: Chailyn

F'gon arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
F'gon has arrived.

Reese arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Reese has arrived.

M'teh arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
M'teh has arrived.

Ouryn has arrived.

Demid glances around. "Busy place," he murmurs.

Lijan looks down at his apron and winces. It's dirty! He quickly runs off to the barracks to get a new one.

Teryla claps her hands quickly. "Oooh, a raffle... neat!"

F'gon looks around, smiling at all, his arm linked in Reese's as he limps in...and then stops...He peers at a group of people and then says, "Chailyn?"

Banit nods and grins while fingering his ticket "Got your's Demid?"

Raden pulls out his ticket I sure am glad I got this in time

Haloran is talking quietly with Chailyn, a plate of food in his hands. Hearing her name, he glances up and freezes, staring at the entering rider.

M'teh takes out his ticket from a pouch. "I'm number... one two one. Don't know if that's lucky or not, or anything."

Reese follows F'gon in, keeping slow to match his steps. She blinks at the group of people, then gives Ouryn a bit of a wave as she recognizes him. She glances over at the girl F'gon speaks to, then decides to just stay out of whatever this is.

Aelin wanders in holding a rather large box, with what looks like little scraps of paper in it. She smiles as she looks around, then walks over to stand next to the eggs.

Myriana goes toward Craftmaster's Office.
Myriana has left.

Felimy munches contently on her pancake, watching the entering crowd with interest. She pauses only a moment, to dig a ticket of her own out of her pocket.

D'orn has arrived.

Isleen shrinks into herself a bit as the crowd gets Even Bigger. How many people can they fit in this place anyway? She digs out a napkin from her pouch, unwrapping it to reveal three meatrolls that she must have brought with her. She picks at them absently, not really eating.

Chailyn looks up, hears her name, and puts on a decidedly innocent expression. She smiles at F'gon and gives him a little wave.

F'gon mutters to Reese, "Chailyn is... at... Weyr...she's... allowed... eggs... at..."

You whisper "Oh *shards*." to Haloran.

Aelin pages to Banit, Chailyn, Christania, D'orn, Demid, Dendra, F'gon, Felimy, Haloran, Isleen, M'teh, Ouryn, Raden, Reese, Teryla, and Zartha: Sorry if this going slow, I'm trying to do way too many things at once.

Dendra slips to one side, to let the raffle participants get a closer view of the eggs. She's just here to watch this time.

Haloran whispers "This is bad, this is very bad."

F'gon looks at Chailyn...and then turns away and looks at Reese.

Banit squints "How many eggs are there ... i can't see"

You whisper "Shhhh! I told K'dar I had permission, remember? If Aceris or one of the weyrleaders doesn't show up, then I'm likely fine." to Haloran.

Reese gives F'gon a bit of a nod, sliding her arm lightly out from his. "If you need to go... you can. And I think I should probably go up closer to the eggs, don't you?" She winks, then pulls her raffle ticket out.

You sense F'gon catches your eye. His look is stern and he mouths the words: "I don't see you...understand?"

Zartha elbows Raden. "Think you'll get one?"

Felimy sets aside her plate, moving towards the front of the crowd, peering around. Her cohorts, who momentarily vanished for a bit, reappear behind her as she shoves and slides her way towards the eggs. Follow the crowd.. .

F'gon smiles and lets Reese move up closer to the eggs, as he sits in the back, watching, sitting down to rest his leg.

Chailyn's expression flickers slightly as F'gon turns away and she dims faintly, turning back to Haloran and talking quietly with him.

Raden smiles and grabs his ticket tight, I sure hope so.

D'orn moseys on over and skims over the crowd, looking for a familiar face or two. "Aye, what's goin on?" he asks, just having arrived and unaware of the festivities instore.

You whisper "I think I'm in trouble." to Haloran.

Teryla smiles to D'orn. "Fire lizard hatching..." she yells, over the noise.

Haloran smiles nervously then tilts his head, looking toward the growing crowd of people. "I didn't know there was a raffle," he states loudly, placing his plate down.

Haloran whispers "Oh yeah you are."

Reese makes her way up closer to the eggs, threading through a few people, and trying to stay out of the way of others. She manages to get somewhere in the proximity, without getting trampled.

Demid glances at Haloran. "Out in the Great Hall, I believe..."

Ouryn did not know either, and gives an understanding glance towards Haloran, standing to one side so he may watch the events unfold; for one as tall as he, the Istan Steward has little need to be in the front.

Haloran senses "Chailyn sighs. "Why'd it have to be *F'gon* of all people!""

D'orn perks up as someone mentions a firelizard hatching. "Oh? I left me little beasties outside with Kalameth." A wry smirk twists upon the bronzerider's lips before he settles himself down, away from the crowd but close enough that he can watch the impressions.

Mhaul has arrived.

M'teh looks around at everyone gathered here, then shakes his head a little and looks at the eggs and the queen instead.

Sauscony moves a bit closer, eying the eggs before she settles down to watch.

Zartha looks carefully at the eggs, but keeps getting blocked. She dodges, and soon is looking between one persons arms and anothers chest.

Isleen cranes a bit to spot the eggs, but gives up after a few moments. Too many people. Too many /tall/ people. She nibbles absently on a piece of meatroll, gaze still scanning for... someone.

Banit grins trying to hide his impatiance as he watched the eggs

Ouryn blinks down at a meatroll-nibbling Healer, and leans over to whisper something to her.

Demid smiles at Banit. "Don't worry... the 'lizards are more impatient than you, I'll bet."

Ouryn mutters to Isleen, "Would... hold... so... may..."

Raden stands up on a chair trying to peer over everyone.

Haloran senses "Chailyn flushes faintly, and doesn't answer."

Banit blinks "Im .... not impatiant , just ... excited"

Zartha giggles. "Raden," she hisses. "Careful!"

Mhaul walks in slowly, rubbing at his left arm as he looks at all the people with a perplexed gaze.

Haloran's lips twist for a moment and he stares hard at the grouping around the eggs, shoulders hunching a bit.

Haloran whispers "I see."

Dendra slowly moves over and leans down to whisper something to Chailyn.

F'gon goes toward Hold Kitchen.
F'gon has left.

Isleen's face flushes bright red and she chokes on the bit of meatroll she'd just eaten. "Um, uh... n-no, I'll be fine. Really!" That probably came out louder than she intended.

Dendra mutters to Chailyn, "... you if... need a..."
Dendra whispers "I'll cover for you if you need a quick escape."

Felimy slitters closer to the eggs, her ears slightly tuned to everything that happens about her, eyes focused on moving foward. There are times when it's good to be short and small. . .

Banit waves to Mhaul , grinning "Are you covered in bruises too?"

Mhaul grins over to Banit, nodding his head. "I felt it yesterday, now I see them today."

Ouryn blushes in kind, and bites his lip softly. "Alright then, sorry to intrude," the Steward apologizes with a small bow.

Chailyn turns a surprised and greatful look to Dendra, and then makes introductions. "Ma'am? I'd like you to meet Haloran, a friend of mine from the hall, actually. He's at Telgar now. Hal, this is Journeywoman Dendra from Igen." She keeps track of F'gon's departiure with one eye.

Isleen shakes her head, "No, it's okay. I mean, it was a nice offer. I just..." she flails about mentally, seeking something to say. "I just don't like crowds much," she finally admits.

Banit chuckles "I know what you mean"

Raden laughs and looks down at Zartha and gives her a little smile, "I will be Zartha." He wobbles as someone bumps into his chair.

Zartha giggles to Raden. "There's an egg that looks like the smith patch..."

Lambent blinks as as she enters. 'Goodness. Folks all in here,' she mutters, clutching the tiny ticket in her pocket nervously as she edges for a place to stand against the wall that's out of the way. Unfamiliar faces everywhere, here, but the young woman squares her shoulders and makes an effort to nod agreeably to anyone who looks her way.

Dendra senses "Chailyn murmurs, "I ah, told K'dar I had permission. And F'gon said that he didn't see me here. *Thank* you. I just hadn't been to a gather in *turns*."

Now a lopsided grin is painted across the simple features of Ouryn, and again he leans over to speak in a quieter tone to the Healer girl.

Ouryn mutters to Isleen, "... in... about, makes me... have... my... step... toes!"

Aelin clears her throat, holding up her hand for silence. "All right, I'm here to hand out the eggs for those of you who've won in the raffle." She glances over at the box as a bit of movement catches her eyes. "They aren't supposed to hatch right now..." a not of uncertainty creeping into her voice.

Isleen gives a soft giggle in response to Ouryn. She looks about to say something, but falls silent as Aelin speaks.

Haloran blinks and bobs his head respectfullyat Dendra. "Well met, ma'am," he replies softly, a shy half-smile on his face. His eyes are drawn involuntarily to the speaker with the eggs.

Mhaul chuckles softly, barely audible among the crowd of people. His eyes see the basket of 'lizard eggs. "Oooh.. that's why."

Zartha looks up, and watches Aelin.

Amusement fills Soz's tone as she comments. "Since when did any baby arrive when it was supposed to?"

Reese's attention is caught by Aelin and she stays quiet, eyeing the basket with a smile.

Demid grins. "Looks like she's gonna have a hatching on her hands...."

Ouryn throws his head back to laugh at Sauscony.

Farrell steps into the room and looks around, arms crossed across his chest, eyes alert.

M'teh asks the world in general, "How do we know they'll hatch soon? Are they rocking?"

Dendra smiles and says, "Nice to meet you, Haloran. You're at Telgar.....do you know Master Keara there?"

Lambent bites her lip, looking at Aelin. Amusement glimmers there. 'Nay, they are not? Did you tell them that, hm?'

Raden immediately drops to his knes on the chair. He begins to rub them from having dropped too fast.

Dendra mutters to Chailyn, "... might yet... through... comes for a... and sees..."
Dendra whispers "Well, you might yet scrape through this. Unless Sarai comes for a visit and sees you."

Isleen mutters to Ouryn, "... thought Healer... had... And... at... but... this is... of..."

M'teh waves to Lanryi. "Fire lizard hatching - I think," he calls.

Felimy's attention shifts to Aelin, although she pauses to lean back and whisper to one of her cronies. The girl gives a nod and wiggles her way back through the crowd, as Limy stays and watches, in rapt attention.

A soft chuckle escapes the large Steward lad, as he tries to be more quiet with his humors. This time Ouryn crouches down somewhat, so he may more comfortably converse with the Healer Isleen.

Plummeting Darkness Egg shivers, dislodging some of the sand that is packed neatly around it.

Chailyn nods emphatically to Dendra, keeping half attention on Aelin and the goings on on the raffle. She has a ticket stuffed absently into one hand, and then murmurs to Haloran.

Demid jerks his head and points. "Look! It's starting...."

Mhaul finds himself a warm meatroll, juggling it from hand to hand to let it cool off further. Taking a bite, he smiles silently, watching the people.

You whisper "Dendra said she'd cover for me too. So maybe not all is lost..." to Haloran.

Ouryn mutters to Isleen, "Aye,... indeed!... should..."

Lanryi wanders in and spots M'teh, someone she knows in the swarm of BubblyFesters and waves moving over to his side, "Ah, that would explain the commotion." she says with a grin.

D'orn leans in a little bit as someone notes that it's begun. "Ooh."

Christania looks up as someone says something about a hatching. She wiggles through the crowd and crouches, nibbling on her meatrolls. She's obviously interested.

Ouryn adds a jaunty wink to his statement towards Isleen.

Isleen gives a delicate shudder. She mutters to Ouryn, "I... I'd..."

Raden puts his finger up to his lips and makes a very loud shhhhh sound, "Y'all are so loud yer prolly scaring the little guys from coming out of their shells!."

Teryla giggles. "Wow... c'mon, egg.. you can do it!"

Ouryn mutters to Isleen, "Sometimes..."

Sauscony chuckles softly before she crains her neck around to see if Sean made it. "Foo" She mutters softly before her attention is drawn to the egg.

Isleen's hand covers her mouth, muffling the laugh that comes bubbling out.

Zartha grins at Raden. "I wouldn't worry about it...."

M'teh nods to Lanryi. "They're not doing much yet, anyway.", he comments. "How're you?"

Haloran whispers "Then that's good!"

Nothing like a tunnelsnake noise to make this large lad jump! Ouryn leaps into the air, suddenly very agitated at Raden's shushing noise; upon seeing that there is nothing about but too many folk in too small a place, the Istan Steward again resumes his place, looking flushed with embarrasment.

Aelin darts a nervous glance at the shivering eggs, then clears her throat and pulls out a raffle ticket, "All right, this is for the largest egg in the clutch. Which, uh, is the one that I think just started shaking. Number 118?" She looks closely at the bit of paper in her hand, "Chailyn?"

Farrell leans against the wall looking as though none of this concerns him--but he watches the rocking eggs very closely.

Plummeting Darkness Egg cracks open, and a Masterful Gold Hatchling tumbles out.
Strong willed authority and inner strength radiate from this hatchling who is blessed with a stunning hide of pure yellow-gold, so intense in color that even a master jeweler would covet it deeply. She moves with a regal, self-assured grace that is compelling to her admirers, and with her slender head held high she is already aware how to command respect. However, she is not as serious as she at first appears. There is a spirited side to the feminine gold that is apparent through her intelligent, expressive eyes and the sparks of bright white-gold that glitter on her hide at the wingtips, forehead and along her tail. Softening the bright metallic glare is a delicate sheen of pink-gold all along the softer curve of her underbelly, throat and muzzle, a subtle reflection of the gentle, mothering quality this firelizard displays towards those she cares for. Should she not entice admiration with her obvious beauty, eventually one would be impressed with her discernment, competence and bold confidence.
Written by: Lara
Based on: Craftermaster Ofira

Doran strolls in and takes a seat at the back of the crowd.

Zartha oooohs. "Look!"

Lanryi says, "I'm doing pretty good. I don't thing I've really had a chance to welcome you to the wing though. It's a bit belated but Congrats."

Mhaul tries to get closer to see the firelizard hatching at a better view. Squeezing through the crowd, he gets close enough, not standing in front of children.

Lambent stares at the few riders that are scattered about in the crowd, her eyes narrowing. She sniffs, just faintly before gasping at the sudden sound of firelizard shell hatching. 'Oh, my,' she gulps.

Banit begins to shake with anticipation

Teryla chuckles. "A gold... what an entrance!"

Felimy gives a soft whistle as the gold hatches. "Pretty. . . " she can be heard to mumble, before turning dark eyes on the crowd. Someone's going to claim to be 118, one assumes. . .

Chailyn blinks, around, hearing her name and automatically wincing, thinking it's another Igenite. Then when she realizes that no, it's someone unknown, she ohs. "118? I've got that one, yes!" She makes her way forward and then blinks as the egg has already cracked. She squeaks lightly, "Was that one mine?"

Ouryn gives a little applause to the regal Queen hatchling as she regards her assembled court.

Aelin jumps back as the egg suddenly cracks open, dumping its hatchling among the unhatched eggs. "Oh shards, number 118? I hope you're here!"

Mhaul's eyes widen, seeing the first lizard hatch before his eyes. "Wow... incredible."

Demid watches the gold hatchling, and hums a little. "Pretty lady, welcome to Pern!"

Sauscony oohhs softly as she spots the gold. "That one will be a handful." Soz comments in amusement. Her gaze moves amoung the attendees looking for the ticket holder.

M'teh nods. "Ah, yes! You're Dawnslight too, aren't you? Thanks!" He turns to look at the gold hatchling. "Ooo... wonder who'll be pet to her?", he asks rhetorically.

Haloran's eyes widen and all conversation with Chailyn forgotten at the gold's entrance. Then, gasping, he stares at her. "That's yours?" he stammers out.

Dendra grins as the first hatchling is a gold. A far better omen than the first being a bronze, in her opinion.

Isleen cranes her neck a bit as the murmurs of gold reach her. "They're hatching," she asks the tall steward next to her. "I thought they were just being raffled..."

Reeses eyes drift to Chailyn and she smiles softly at the girl, then her eyes dart to the gold. She grins. "A beautiful first hatchling... and what a gold too." She murmurs this to no one in particular.

Chailyn gets meat shoved into her hands by an apprentice, and hurriedly offers it towards the little lizard. "Are you *sure* it's 118?"

Isleen's query is met with another wry laugh as Ouryn confides to the Healer. "I think yonder Sauscony said it best. 'When does any baby arrive when its supposed to
?'"

Aelin looks down at the slip of paper and nods. "It says 118."

Zartha giggles. "Congratulations... pretty gold!"

Minx hurtles inside, then is startled by the crowds, and hides on top of a table in a ball. She's not a good hider so far

Masterful Gold Hatchling creels hungrily, stumbling toward the nearest source of food.

Lanryi nods and grins, "It's amazing that we're in the same wing and we haven't hardly even had a chance to talk yet."

Lambent simply shakes her head, looking at Chailyn with a grin. "She looks hungry, there... best feed her, yes? Before she takes a bite out of us!"

Masterful Gold Hatchling stumbles towards Chailyn.

Raden laughs softly, "Congratulations!"

Farrell stands a little straighter and leans to one side to get a better view of the little gold. He nods in appreciation, though he says nothing.

Teryla watches, and holds her breath, hoping Chailyn won't doubt any more!

Jeweled Egg takes it turn shivering and shaking.

Minx peers at the hatching and waves her tail slightly.

Zartha turns, a movement out of the corner of her eye catching her attention. "Another one! Look..."

Minx says "Mrowl?"

Daybreak Vespertine Egg shakes, then shivering just to be different.

Chailyn's expression softens, and she lures the little thing on into her arms, popping food into her mouth carefully. "Oh... you're lovely." She looks up and beams at the bakers in general, "Thank you! I'm *so* glad I got that ticket!" She laughs and then makes her way back towards Haloran and Dendra.

Demid smiles, watching the gold, then turns to the newly moving eggs curiously.

Ouryn grins down at Chailyn with a warm expression. "Congratulations, ma'am," he offers to her.

Dendra congratulates Chailyn in a quiet voice, so she doesn't scare the hatchling busy stuffing her belly.

Haloran's eyes are rather wide as he stares at Chailyn, one finger stabbing and pointing just a fraction. "That--that's yours! You got a gold!" That smile turns sickly then and he sighs softly, eyeing her and saying something softly.

Haloran whispers "They'll notice now."

M'teh gives his, "Congratulations!" to Chailyn, and then turns to look at the the Jeweled and Daybreak Vespertine eggs. To Lanryi, he says, "Yes! We're still getting so many drills, it's nearly as bad as weyrlinghood."

Felimy's blue eyes pass first towards Chailyn, then towards the newly hatching egg, then towards Aelin, where they halt. She squirms forward a bit more, intent on being a little closer up. Better viewing.

Mhaul grins brightly, moving to sit down on the ground at the front of the crowd. "Congratulations!"

Sauscony grins at Chailyn, "Good luck with her." She offers before glancing around yet again.

Minx looks up and at the hatchlings. Oh, they look fun. But they're very...spiky.

Teryla watches the eggs quietly, her fists clenched in anticipation.

Lambent watches the feline on the table with some trepidation. Do felines and hatchlings mix? Subtly, she tries to gain the cat's attention with a bit of string. Mayhap it will work...

Aelin pales as even more eggs begin to shake, "Oh no." She swallows hard, then raises her voice. "I hope all raffle ticket holders are here, because the eggs are starting to hatch out! Get meat and be ready!"

Isleen digs a little slip of paper out of her pouch and peeks at it thoughtfully. She gives a doubtful shrug and slips it back into her pocket.

Daybreak Vespertine Egg cracks open, and a Naked Sexy Hatchling tumbles out.
So, maybe all hatchlings are naked. But this one knows it - and she's proud. She's green, of course, and she's sexy - she knows that, too. The little dragonet struts around her shells like she owns them (and she kinda does, if you think about it), crooning imperiously for food - or for something else? From that look she's giving one potential pet, and then a second, you aren't so sure. Her color is a pure, bright, blazing green, unblemished by any sorts of 'socks' or spots or stripes. And it's that deep, rich green - the green of a meadow on a cheery summer afternoon just as much as it is the green of someone's face after they've consumed too much wine. And from the look of it, this little one wants another glass...
Written by and based on: Tierigal

Chailyn nods a trifle dazedly to all of the thanks from all of the folks she doesn't know, her arms folded rather protectively about the little queen. The little gold, for her part, is demanding more and more meat. Her gaze snaps to Haloran and she blanches faintly, saying something softly to him and Dendra.

Demid, standing near the back, grabs a bowl of meat and passes it forward. "Here you are, take some!"

Girad strides in "Minx, where ARE you....."

Jeweled Egg cracks open, and a Glazed Pear Bronze Hatchling tumbles out.
This bronzes smooth hide is an interesting shade of burnished greenish gold speckled with golden brown like the skin of a pear. His coloring stays even except for a stem brown streak down his snout and a rose blush that graces his wingsails. His entire body has the most amazing honey shine almost as if hed been dipped in a syrupy glaze.
Suave and debonair, this handsome fella is forever charming the ladies. Fiercely competitive, his insists on being the best in everything.

Girad goes to the table and grabs his feline.

Reese glances around at those gathered, then accepts a bowl of raw meat from a passing appretice. She smiles her thanks, then turns her attention back to Aelin and the raffle.

Girad picks up a reluctant feline, cradling her in his arms, careful not to let her wriggle loose.

Demid chuckles at the green, then wows at the bronze. "What an interesting one...."

M'teh is suddenly diverted by the arrival of Girad grabbing the errant feline, and gives a wave to him before looking back to the hatchlings and eggs.

You whisper "Well, I guess if folks from Igen are here, they sure saw me then." to Dendra.
You whisper "Well, I guess if folks from Igen are here, they sure saw me then." to Haloran.

Girad wows. "Look, Minx. Firelizards! Your first hatching!" Minx, unsuprisingly, is unimpressed

Teryla coos softly. "Lookit the green... she's so .. proud!"

Aelin quickly begins to shuffle through her paper listing the raffle ticket winners. "Oh, this green goes to...103! And the bronze to 119! Hurry forward!"

Zartha gasps. "119? What? ME??" She walks forward, dazed, and looks at the bronze. "Me?"

Felimy stares at the two new hatchings, blinking and clutching her own slip of paper. The girl does, however, pause to skittle over to the nearest bowl of meat, deftly grabbing it and sliding back into her original place.

Haloran nods slowly, eyes on the little gold in Chailyn's arms for a moment. Then he looks back out to the crowd of people and lizards, head tilting to one side as he watches the confusion.

Ouryn gives another laugh to the strutting green, admiring her hide, and then an approving look to the bronze. "Such pretty 'lizards," he decides, curious to see the rest of this lovely clutch.

Dendra mutters to Chailyn, "It... who... you might... you're..."
Dendra whispers "It depends on who saw you. If Macami did, you might be safe. If Celie sees you, you're dead meat."

Zartha hands her stub to Aelin. "I...think I'm 119... umm..." She has some dripping meat in her hand, but seems unable to move.

M'teh glances at his ticket. "Mine's one two one," he mentions again, half to himself.

Girad winks and slips out

Isleen blinks and digs the bit of paper out of her pocket. Incredulous, she rises and, shyness forgotten, pushes her way through the crowd to the front. Once she gets there, she looks confused for a moment. At the urging of someone from the crowd, she thrusts forth the now crushed meatroll she'd been holding in her hand.

Lambent sighs in relief that is shortlived. The crack and pop of exploding shells rediverts her attention to the pile of firelizard eggs. With a gulp, she accepts a small bowl of meat and holds her breath as numbers are called out.

Raden smiles broadly, Congratulations Zartha! Good luck taking care of it!

Zartha finally kneels, and holds out the largest piece of meat in her hand to the bronze. "Hungry, big guy? C'mon... for you!" she offers.

Chailyn edges back a bit behind Dendra and Haloran, almost as if hiding behind them. She continues to soothe the little lizard in her arms, and cast cautious glances around at the crowd.

D'orn watches each little lizard find an owner and just grins. "All goes by so fast don't it? Tis amazin." He idly reaches over to a nearby bowl of meat and plucks up a few plump chunks.

Naked Sexy Hatchling runs around, eyes whirling red looking for food.

The large Steward gives a cheer for his new Healer aquaintance as Isleen makes her way with her ticket towards her firelizard. "Just keep feeding!" Ouryn calls out over the sea of folk between them both.

Glazed Pear Bronze Hatchling just looks around himself at first before going on his quest to fill his stomach.

M'teh adds his, "Congratulations!" toZartha. "Who had 103?", he mutters.

Naked Sexy Hatchling stumbles towards Isleen.

Isleen finds a piece of raw meat thrust into her hands and offers that up to the green as well. "103," she says, breathlessly.

Glazed Pear Bronze Hatchling stumbles towards Zartha.

Reese's eyes flicker over the hatching firelizards, and the remaining eggs. She nods a congratulations to the newest owners and then glances back at Aelin.

Sauscony glances over to spot Isleen's knot, offering her a warm smile before muttering. "I need to spend more time at the hall, don't recognixe half the apprentices anymore."

Farrell glances at the green, smirking a bit, then watches the bronze, looking slightly jealous as it heads toward Zartha. He looks back toward the eggs.

Zartha coaxes. "Lotsa food here, big guy... c'mon..."

Aelin looks slightly relieved at those hatchlings find someone, but she quickly looks back at the list as she darts a glance over at the eggs, most of which are now shaking.

Isleen eyes the little green that she now finds a tiny green 'lizard in her hands. The junior apprentice allows herself to be expelled backwards by the crowd, now entirely wrapped up in the little bundle. She flashes a tremulous smile at Sauscony when she spies the other healer spying her.

Demid chuckles, watching the girl with the bronze. "That guys a looker..." He turns to the rest of the eggs, and squints.

Ouryn supposes they were not all meant to hatch, but what an amusing scene there is now! The large lad moves over slightly, just wanting to make sure Isleen has enough space for herself and her green.

Decorated Copse Egg cracks open, and a Blue Variations Hatchling tumbles out.
Pale hues of azure deep as they flow across this small hatchling's muzzle becoming a deep blue across his headknobs. Across his shoulders, the hues form swirls of colour that vary in the light, almost seeming purple at times. This continues across his wings, the veins forming spinner's trails of ivory across the membrane and then darkening until each pinion seems almost black against his hide. The blue darkens across his haunches and down his tail until the very tip seems as black as a starless night. His movements are quick and fast, darting from here to there as if there were some emergency. Tail lashes from side to side, when he is still, as if he cannot keep himself completely contained.
Written by and based on: Sauscony

Teryla ooohs, and looks at the newest hatchling. "What a handsome... he's so.. blue!" she comments, enthralled.

Sauscony laughs softly at Aelin's expression before she makes her way over to Isleen. "Welcome to Benden." She offers warmly.

Aelin glances over the egg shards surrounding the hatchling, quickly scans the list, then calls out. "Number 106!"

"Blue is just the right color for him, aye," Ouryn agrees with Teryla's comment, giving the latest hatchling a lopsided grin.

Mhaul nibbles on his meatroll, watching the 'lizards hatch one after another.

Lanryi congradulates the newly impressed and turns her attention back on the hatchlings and eggs. "These things can get so crazy," she says to herself or anyone that cares to listen.

Isleen blinks up at the journeyman healer and smiles, practically beams really. "Thank you." She looks down at the green, who is gobbling meat as quickly as Isleen offers it, which is much slower now than it was initially. "You don't think the Apprentice Master will be mad, do you?"

Dendra shifts awkwardly as Lluna keeps trying to watch her eggs hatch.

Raden whispers, "Hmm, where is number 106?

Zartha is shovelling food into the bronze's impatient mouth, and giggling. "Coming, c'mon, I'm trying... I need some more meat!"

Felimy continues to watch, head tilted to the side, as the firelizards hatch. "Pretty," she murmers again, keeping an ear tuned to discover who gets the blue.

Ouryn wonders aloud, "Did some poor queen -birth- all these eggs herself? She must be exhausted!"

Birth, lay, its all the same truly.

Demid chuckles with Ouryn. "Indeed... and a fine job she did! Look at that magnificent blue!"

Sauscony shakes her head quickly to Isleen, "Is this your first firelizard?" She asks quietly, one eye on the proceedings.

Aelin chews nervously on her lower lip as she looks around, "Number 106?" She overhears Ouryn, "A gold and a green."

Isleen looks down at the little green. "I-I guess she is," the junior apprentice smiles. "I'll have to come up with a name for her." The green finally seems satiated... for the moment, and gives a little burp.

Lambent pulls out her tiny note that has her lottery number on it--and sighs. Not with disappointment but with the effort of trying to keep up with the numbers and hatchlings and the quickly spoken conversations going about her. She nods, memorizing the number as she watches the blue firelizard carefully.

Teryla is so intent that as she glances at her ticket stub, she doesn't notice at first: 106! Suddenly, she gasps, and raises her hand. "I'm.. 106! Here!"

D'orn continues to mull about in the background, having left his resting post to pace back and forth: chunks of meat transfered over and over again from one hand to the other.

Teryla pushes through the crowd. "Scuze me... sorry..." She holds down cupped hands filled with meat, and smiles at the blue. "Heya, hungry?"

Chailyn finally settles her little lizard on her shoulder, and then nudges Haloran lightly, murmuring a question to him.

You whisper "Did you enter? There's lots of eggs..." to Haloran.

Sauscony nods again, "You will find that we use firelizards alot in our work."

Demid watches Teryla, eyebrow arched. "Hope she's in time...."

Aelin gestures Teryla foward, "Then hurry! Come here or he'll impress to someone else!"

Haloran shakes his head slightly, stuffing his fists into his pockets as he responds to Chailyn.

Mhaul sits on the floor, cross-legged. His eyes follow from Aelin to the next lucky raffle ticket holder.

Haloran whispers "No, didn't think to."

Teryla kneels right in front of the blue, and coos, "Hello, handsome... here, meat.. here!" She holds her hands forward, underneath the blues' snout.

Deep Lagoon Egg cracks open, and a Pixy Green Hatchling tumbles out.
This little green is quiet and demure for the most part, almost deceptively so. For if you do something that displeases her, she'll be sure to let you know. Although she's also quick to praise with chitters and croons when you do something she likes. Her hide is a lovely shade of green, rather like spring grass, although everyone once in a while, the color darkens in little swirling patterns. Her stature is small and she would appear to be dainty if it weren't for the underlying musculature.
Written by and based on: Ceria

Haloran senses "Chailyn ahs softly, "Well, if you don't impress one here, I've got a green that's about ready to fly, I think. You can have one of her eggs, or one of this little one's when she flies.""

Aelin takes a deep breath, takes in the new hatchling, looks for the right number, frowns, reads it again, then shrugs. "Well, this is the number right under the last one, 105."

Lanryi holds a chunck of meat out in the general direction of the hatchlings and gazes down at her ticket stub, "Hmm, I'm number 125," she says just to help herself remember.
You sense Haloran glances at you quickly for a moment before looking away, blushing. "Thanks."

Oh, and here's another green. Felimy's eyes are slightly widened at this one, head tilting to the other side. Once again, she pronounces her judgement, bowl of meat in her hands and a slip of paper sticking out of two fingers. "Drat." Presumbably she's not 105.

Raden drops his head figuring the new hatchling prolly won be his either, he looks down at his ticket that reads 128.

Blue Variations Hatchling stumbles towards Teryla.

Demid chuckles at all the curses flying around, and shakes his head. No ticket for him...

Banit jumps and then flops "Argg dash" he says when he hears the 8 "Im 126"

Teryla gasps, and quickly dangles a piece of meat, welcoming the blue into her arms. "Hi, there..." she smiles, and picks him up carefully, feeding him all the while.

Chailyn arches her eyebrows at Haloran, her expression faintly curious. She leans in and murmurs something to him quietly.

D'orn has no ticket, just his goblets of meat. "Hrm...is there any wine?" he asks, peering about to those closest to him. "I dinnae see a booth for it when I came in, mighta just missed it though."

Reese just watches all of this with interest, a hint of amusement touching her lips at the obvious displeasure in some. She clears her throat softly, stepping out of the way of a few people pressing to get closer.

You whisper "What in the world is wrong with you? Has my face gone green or something?" to Haloran.

Demid pats Banit on the back. "There's plenty more, my friend..."

Isleen stifles a yawn of her own as she watches her little green fall asleep. She glances up at Sauscony and the steward. "I think I'm going to sneak off somewhere quieter while she sleeps. Do you think anyone would mind?" The last directed at the journeyrank healer.

Aelin frowns down at the hide in front of her and squints. "Whoever wrote this has rotten handwriting," she mutters. "Sorry, that was supposed to be 101, not 105!"

Haloran shakes his head quickly, eyes focused firmly at on the antics of the firelizards up front.

Banit nods "I know..."

Haloran whispers "No, you look really nice and all. Nothing."

You whisper "You sure?" to Haloran.

Sarai arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Sarai has arrived.

Mhaul seems rather content to watch the raffle.

Teryla giggles as her newly Impressed blue creels for more, and quickly takes him to the quiet of the Great Hall. "We're going for more food," she croons, pushing politely through the crowd.

F'gon arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
F'gon has arrived.

101! Felimy blinks at Aelin for a moment, then at the number. "I'm 101!" she calls, shoving past the one or two who are in front of her, carrying a bowl of meat and shoving the stub towards Aelin.

Haloran whispers "Yeah, I---oh jays. Its the Weyrwoman."

Lambent looks at her hand, noting again her number. "101--nay, That is not mine," she says regretfully.

Sarai walks in, looking around for a baker, preferably one with a large knot...

Ducere arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Ducere has arrived.

Chailyn gives a little squeak at a comment from Haloran, and moves between him and Dendra, ducking down slightly to try to keep out of Sarai's sight. The little gold on her shoulder wakes up, and promptly throttles her neck with her tail, cutting off that squeak midsound.

Pixy Green Hatchling stares quietly around her, looking almost stunned for a moment, until she catches a whiff of meat and begins to run toward it.

Mhaul looks into his pack, pulling out a few strips of dried meat to chew on as he watches.

Haloran's face pales and he stands up straight and tall, trying to do his best to hide Chailyn. Eyes move between the entering riders and the firelizards and the crowd. So much to see at once!

Pixy Green Hatchling stumbles towards Felimy.

M'teh says to Lanryi, "It's like a dragon hatching in miniature! I've never been to a firelizard hatching before."

Dendra discreetly shifts Lluna, to provide beter cover for her friend. She manages to keep calm and pretend like nothing is wrong.

Sarai catches the sight of a baker master and talks over something about a package. Sarai nods, making small arangements and then blinks at a comment, "A what? Where?" She looks over towards some of the people and sighs. "Thanks, Master..." Sarai starts to walk through the crowd, appranantly on a different sort of hunt now.

D'orn idly glances over towards M'teh at that comment, just chuckling before he manages to balance his meat in one hand and a glass of wine that some kind personage has delivered to him, in the other.

Felimy grabs a piece of meat - mmm, nice n' fresh - and gives it to the green, who, being hungry, gobbles it down. The girl stares slightly at the firelizard for a moment, then reaches down to deftly lift her and place her in the nook of her arm. She's a natural.

Lambent eyes her bowl of slowly cooling meat with some disgust before looking at M'teh in some surprise. "You think so?"

Farrell continues to lean nonchalantly against the back wall, shifting now and again to keep the hatching in view through the crowd. His expression is somewhere between wistful and scornful.

Doran gives the events ensuing one last look then removes himself from the crowd.

Chailyn coughs, attempting to loosen the tail about her neck, and still keep Haloran and Dendra as cover between herself and the Igen Weyrwoman. She turns a frightened look to the folks providing her cover and murmurs something under her breath to them.

Zartha coos to the impatient bronze, and shrugs, carrying him out.

You whisper "Oh *shards*, where's she now?" to Haloran.
You whisper "Oh *shards*, where's she now?" to Dendra.

M'teh replies to Lambent, "Well, sort of. Not as big in the emotion either, but... the principle's similar." He frowns a little, as if questioning his own logic.

Dendra leans back ever to slightly and without moving her lips manages to murmur, "She's coming this way, but you can still run without being caught if you go now.'

Lanryi smiles watching the impressions and says, "It kind of is, just not quite as hot," she adds teasingly, "You've never been to one before? Well, hold some food out there." she says before she sticks her hand and little chunk of meat out to the hatchlings.

Haloran affects a rather polite smile on his face, blonde hair getting brushed out of his face. He murmurs something to the air in front of him--or at least, it seems like he does.

Raden sighs thinking he'll never get an FL

Haloran whispers "She's moving through the crowd. Get out of here."

Rippled Ivory Egg cracks open, and a Dubiously Dangerous Dappled Blue Hatchling tumbles out.
Oddity is inherent, from this blue's beer-splashed tail, to his metallically shimmered neck, and everywhere between. His head is curiously pale in shade, unlike the rest of him -- as if he was bald -- the odd lapse swept away by gleams of blue, purple and silver that intermingle like a windswept sea down the arch of his neck. Fitful dreams whisper mystical mirages of blueberry and grape in twirls of color throughout his miniature back, lost in an untimely night below his slender belly, where midnight and navy shed their weary lightlessness. Baby blue, it's powdery perfection promising more as it promenades down his tale, ends in curious splashes of grainy brown at it's forked tip. A mass of contradictions is he; not least in his personality, but a truer heart and more entertaining soul would be hard to find.
Written by and based on: Dendra

You whisper "You better move on up front. I'm *gonna* get caught, and I don't want you to get into trouble too." to Dendra.

Fugitive Temptation Egg cracks open, and a Redfruit Juice Bronze Hatchling tumbles out.
Pale light seems to have condensed into a bronzy gold liquid that bathes this bronze hatchling. Greenish motes dance in the crystalline depths of his hide. The liquid that he seems made of almost looks to swirl and swish with his movements as the true light plays on the surface. Clear depths seem to lie beyond contained like redfruit juice in a clear glass.
Noble and kind, never pretentious, he always watches out for the little guy. If some larger firelizard tries to push another one around, hell be their to defend him, just as he will with you.

As the green wraps herself around Limy's arm, creeling furiously, the girl pushes and slides her way towards the back. "'Cuse me, outta my way. . . Pardon. . . " Got a hungry flit in feed. . .

Demid chuckles. "Patience, young man... there're lots of flits on Pern, you'll get one sooner or later." He turns to watch the newest blue.

Mhaul shrugs his shoulders, hearing all the murmurs around him. Chewing on a piece of dried meat, he offers another slice to any 'lizard that passes his way.

Sarai looks over at Dendra and smiles to her and Haloran, "Igen's duties ..."

Sauscony glances over at Lanryi, then considers the newly hatched blue before shrugging. "What can it hurt?" She murmers as she reaces down a hand to languidly offer the blue a bit of meat.

Chailyn nods to both Dendra and Haloran, and eases away from then, slowly, not attempting to draw attention to herself. It's a trifle hard, given that the little lizard on her shoulder is still choking her, and hissing lightly. As she hears Sarai's voice behind her, she turns her back quickly, and starts for the door.

Haloran smiles politely and starts to reply with "Tann---er, Telgar Weyr's duties, ma'am." he's not looking over his shoulder, nono.

Lambent nods at M'teh. "Was going to say--Tis some comparison you did make! But, even so..." A thread of wistfulness wends its way through her voice. "Tis a taste, I would think, of what would be a fine meal."

M'teh finds some meat on a handy table and holds it out in the general direction of the hatchlings, as per Lanryi's instructions. "No, I haven't - but you're right about the heat!" He grins, without turning away from the hatchlings.

D'orn continues to watch, waiting for the rest of the numbers to be drawn. A swallow of wine here, a piece of meat there: He's as happy as a clam bake reject tossed back into the ocean.

Landscape Egg cracks open, and a Bread and Jelly Brown Hatchling tumbles out.
Patterned in a way that almost perfectly resembles freshly sliced wheat bread, this suprisingly small, light brown hatchling looks almost edible. The edibility factor isnt helped by the gelatinous purple shade this is spread over his back and wings like so much grape jelly. The purple darkens almost to black in some hastily spread clumps, while the area in-between is overlaid with a transparent shade of pale purple, the brown beneath plainly visible.
Bouncy and hyperactive, have fun keeping this little in one place for long. Full of energy and life, he can be exhausting just to watch.

Banit looks wondering how anyone can be calm , he figests constantly

With the bronze's hatching, Farrell becomes more alert. He keeps his eyes on it as he stands straighter, barely distracted by the brown that hatches after.

Sarai reaches a hand out and places it, gently, on Chailyn's shoulder. "Chailyn," she says, softly, though not without feeling, "May I speak with you in the kitchen?"

Aelin takes a little while trying to figure out from the egg shards, who gets which newly hatched hatchling. Finally, she figures it out. "The Blue goes to 121. The bronze to 125. The brown to 128."

Chailyn squeaks, as the little gold lizard attempts to hide in her short hair. She clears her throat and nods, looking more than a little terrified. "Ye... yes Weyrwoman." Uh oh. Someone's in trouble. In a big way. She tosses a helpless look at Dendra and Haloran, and then heads out to the kitchens.

Baker-TC> Raden jumps Up I happiness, "I'm number 128!

Baker-TC> Mhaul holds the piece of meat out in front of him, not forcing it upon any 'lizard. With a yawn, he continues to watch the basket.

Baker-TC> Sauscony hrms as her gaze moves from brown to blue to bronze, trying to match the numbers with the people. She pulls out her numbers to peer at it a moment before sighing.

Baker-TC> Demid grins, and nods slightly. "Good going, lad..."

Baker-TC> Lambent grins at Raden. "Congratulations, there."

Baker-TC> Raden he walks up towards the brown and offers some meat slices

Baker-TC> F'gon goes toward Hold Kitchen.
Baker-TC> F'gon has left.

Baker-TC> Lanryi blinks, "What 125? That me." she says holding her hunk of meat out to the bronze, "Here you go little guy." she offers with a smile.

Baker-TC> M'teh grabs at his ticket in his pouch with the free hand. "Er... I'm 121! I didn't expect this!" He holds out the meat further towards the Dubiously Dangerous Dappled Blue hatchling.

Baker-TC> Raden then begins to offer some larger slices.

Baker-TC> Haloran stares helplessly after Chailyn then sighs, securing a few pieces of meat and staring helplessly at the grouping of firelizard eggs.

Baker-TC> Farrell returns to leaning against the wall as 125 is claimed. His eyes follow the people heading toward the kitchen, then flick back to the other hatchlings and rocking eggs.

Baker-TC> Dubiously Dangerous Dappled Blue Hatchling stumbles towards M'teh.

Baker-TC> Redfruit Juice Bronze Hatchling stumbles towards Lanryi.

Baker-TC> Bread and Jelly Brown Hatchling stumbles towards Raden.

Baker-TC> Sauscony grins at the winners, "Wonderful!" She calls out before settling herself comfortably on the floor, still holding her wee bit of meat.

Baker-TC> Horticultural Frenzy Egg cracks open, and a Zucchini Bread Bronze Hatchling tumbles out.
A mottled, almost porous texture seems to touch this bronzes hide, the color a dark brownish green shade of bronze accented with bits of dark green. His hide, when seen in the right light, looks very much like the inside of loaf of bread, perhaps zucchini bread. The little pieces of dark green are clustered mainly around his neck and scattered over his back, infrequently making an appearance elsewhere.
Grumpy and miserly, once he decides something is his hell refuse to give it up. He doesnt like people or firelizards, youre his one exception.

Baker-TC> Raden smiles very broadly and walks out, all the while feeding his little 'lizard meat slices.

Baker-TC> Mhaul smiles broadly, his teeth flashing for a moment. "Good going!" He cheers loud enough to be heard. His hand digs into his pouch, bringing out another piece of meat to add to the pile before him.

Baker-TC> M'teh coaxes the Dubiously Dangerous Dappled Blue Hatchling into his hands, still feeding the hatchling more meat. "Hello!", he says to the blue.

Baker-TC> Demid grins, then shakes his head, tired and ready to go.

Baker-TC> D'orn narrows his eyes on one perticular egg as people's heads bob out of the way, and then a bronze hatches from one nearby. "Hrm, he's an interestin one.." Another sip of wine and he kneels down to the ground with his meat in hand, hovering just above the floor.

Baker-TC> Aelin sighs as yet another egg hatches, this would've been so much easier if they'd've been content to stay egg. "Oh, this one is...122!"

Baker-TC> Christania's brow lifts as she peers at the bronze hatchling, nibbling on the meatroll. Crumbs and slivers fall about her lap, the actual roll wiggling tantilizingly in her hand as she chews on each new bite. She peers.

Baker-TC> Zuliah exits out of the room for a moment, looking for some meat.

Baker-TC> Sauscony snickers softly as she notes the expression on the bronze, "Good luck, whoever gets -that- one."

Baker-TC> Lambent shakes her head at M'teh. "Ready for another mouth to feed?" She grins, then turns back to look at Aelin. Nope. Still not 116, her number.

Baker-TC> Farrell is forced out of his affected nonchalance as someone steps right in front of him. With a scowl, he leans this way and that to look at the new little bronze.

Baker-TC> Lanryi scoops up the bronze feeding him little hunks of meat, with a smile she turns to M'teh and says, "Looks like you impressed too, he's a pretty one. Congrats."

Baker-TC> Aelin shoots a sideways glance at the restless eggs, that are sure not going to eggs for much longer. "122?"

Baker-TC> Sauscony glances down at her ticket, shaking her head before she peers around the room.

Baker-TC> Zuliah slips back in, this time with wherry strips, back to the spot she had just found for herself. She watches the hatchlings as they impress, then back to the unhatched eggs. She reminds herself quietly, "There's still quite a few..." She crosses her fingers, and holds her ticket nervously.

Baker-TC> M'teh grins at Lambent. "Good job Daruth, my bigger blue, feeds himself!" To Lanryi, he says, "Yes! Congratulations to you too. Ours hatched so close together, too!" He strokes the hatchling gently whilst still feeding him more chunks of meat.

Baker-TC> The little boy sitting next to Soz elbows her, "Look at your ticket again." Soz does and turns red, "That would be me."

Baker-TC> Zucchini Bread Bronze Hatchling chirrups grumpily as looks around at the people gathered, stumbling down from the box of shaking eggs.

Baker-TC> Aelin waves her forward, "I don't think he's going to wait much longer. Better come up and feed him."

Baker-TC> Dawn Sisters Egg cracks open, and a The Other Sexy Naked Hatchling tumbles out.
Sheening and gleaming in the light, this green hatchling preens and primps. Her hide looks smooth and glistening, a medium green with darker and lighter spots, blues and tans speckled lightly through it like a glaze on fine pottery. This little one, she knows what she wants, even if she does look a bit ditzy in other matters. She'll be a pleasing one to look at, too, and quite a flirt with the males when she grows older.
Written by and based on: Keara

Baker-TC> Sauscony scoots forward, face still a crimson as she leans down to offer the bronze a bit of her meat.

Baker-TC> Lanryi grins feeding the bronze till he dozes off, "Hey, we're clutchsibs twice now." she tells M'teh with a wink.

Baker-TC> Straw Egg cracks open, and a Pecan Pie Brown Hatchling tumbles out.
This browns hide seems to have an almost sticky texture, even if it is smooth to the touch, for it somehow resembles syrup, the dark viscous kind the used in some pies. Seemily stick in the dark syrup of his hide are small, ridged things in a slightly lighter shade of brown that look very much like pecans. The pecans are fairly evenly places, covering the all of his hide. Adding even more the pie look is the line of creamy tan that edges his wings, it even looks crimped like a pie crust.
Melancholy and morose, he wont make for the most optimistic of companions. Nothing is ever quite right, not matter how wonderful the day hell be sure to find something to be depressed about.

Baker-TC> Zucchini Bread Bronze Hatchling stumbles towards Sauscony.

Baker-TC> M'teh grins. "So we are!", he replies to Lanryi. "And in the same wing as well!"

Baker-TC> Mhaul chuckles softly, dangling a piece of dried out to any interested 'lizard that comes his way.

Baker-TC> D'orn blinks at the sudden invasion of twin hatchlings. His hand remainds lowered, enough so that any newborn could reach up and take from his palm. Another sip of wine and his glass is almost empty. He looks about pleadingly for a refill, and is appeased by a passing server.

Baker-TC> Lambent looks upward, blowing a strand of pale blonde hair from her face as she waits, a tad impatiently. "116, 116!" she murmurs.

Baker-TC> Haloran's hands are held down, half-hearted but at least he's trying. Though distraction tugs at him, his eyes glancing toward the kitchen repeatedly.

Baker-TC> Reese glances at her ticket stub, then back at the firelizards, hoping for 124 to be called next.

Baker-TC> Aelin runs her finger down her list of numbers, stopping when she finds the right ones. "Number 126 for the brown and number 105 for the green!"

Baker-TC> Zuliah looks at the green hatchling hopefully, holding her ticket in her hand tightly as she watches her behavior. She glances to Aelin nervously, and says near-silently, "One-o-five-one-o-five-one-o-five..." She looks back at Aelin and jumps. "That's me!" she calls, excited, and steps forward to the green with a hand outstretched with meat.

Baker-TC> Banit who had been looking more and more depressed as the hatching carried on , suddenly breaks into full smile "126! , thats me " he jumps to his feet and begins walking towords the eggs

Baker-TC> Dendra grins at Banit's excitement.

Baker-TC> Sauscony grins at Bandit

Baker-TC> Banit grins as he walks towords the brown collecting some meat on the way , he seems to enjoy watching the firelizard eat it as much as the firelizard enjoys ... welll eating it

Baker-TC> Pecan Pie Brown Hatchling stumbles towards Banit.

Baker-TC> M'teh mentions to Lanryi, "I've got two blues too, now!" with a smile.

Baker-TC> The Other Sexy Naked Hatchling stumbles towards Zuliah.

Baker-TC> Zuliah grins and croons to the little greenie, "H'llo! Gotcha some wherry, there." She reaches out the outstretched hand to where the green is eating.

Baker-TC> F'gon arrives from Kitchens, Benden Hold.
Baker-TC> F'gon has arrived.

Baker-TC> Mhaul grins brightly, taking a piece of meat from his pile to munch on.

Baker-TC> Kiara wanders into the hall, glancing about to the various people there, nodding to most quickly. She glances at the meat and grabs a piece idly.

Baker-TC> Aelin frowns down at the list in her hand, studying it before looking up.

Baker-TC> Reese gives F'gon a bit of a wave from her spot at the edge of the turmoil. "Still haven't called my number." She mouths this, then shrugs, with a bit of a smile.

Baker-TC> Aelin frowns down at the list in her hand, studying it before looking up. "Well, that's all the raffle winners. We still have eggs left though and I don't think they're going to wait much longer so get some meat and have at them!"

Baker-TC> Banit grins while clutching the brown stroking it , and walks back up to take his seat once again

Baker-TC> Sauscony is carefully feeding a rather grumpy bronze in the back, pausing to raise a hand to greet Kiara.

Baker-TC> Mhaul smiles happily, knowing he should've signed up for the raffle. "Shards.. that's good news." He gathers his meat in front of where he sits, watching the basket.

Baker-TC> Felimy re-enters, this time with a small green, spring colored, eating the last of her meat with satisified whirling blue eyes. The girl is mumbling soft nothings at the hatchling, although her eyes certainly focus in on the now much emptier basket. The waif makes her way towards an empty seat, to watch.

Baker-TC> Lanryi backs away from the crowds around the hatching and grins saying, "M'teh, do you want to see what else there is to do? I think there's a game tent and we could get away from all these people and the funny smelling meat."

Baker-TC> Kiara glances over to Soz and the bronze, "Well done," she calls, a little loudly, before glance at the still rocking eggs.

Baker-TC> Haloran brightens at that, leaning forward and, kitchen forgotten in his excitement, hobbling so that he can get at least /somewhat/ near the small group. He holds a pile of meat slices in her hands, carefully placing them in a little grouping on the ground before him.

Baker-TC> Reese turns her eyes back to the eggs then, shifting the bowl of meat in her hand. She threads through a few people, then pauses near the edge of the eggs, watching them as she dips into the bowl and grabs a piece of meat.

Baker-TC> Soggy Mourning Egg cracks open, and a Jungle Green Hatchling tumbles out.
As the egg explodes in a shower of shards, a small green firelizard rolls out. She opens her wings enough to free her head, and takes a look around this new world. She is a deep green all over her curvy body, the shade of the trees in the jungles of Southern Boll. Her wings are a bit oversized, and sheets of teal green sweep over them. Her muzzle is streaked with aquamarine, and her talons appear to have been dipped in gold. Her long tail has a few black dots marring its perfection, and her eyes are already whirling red with hunger.
Written by and based on: Dendra

Baker-TC> M'teh nods to Lanryi. "Good idea. I managed to win a bowl and a painted plate and a toy canine when I tried before!" He follows her out of the crowd.

Baker-TC> Farrell quickly steps away from the wall and grabs a couple pieces of meat from a passing drudge. He moves quickly towards the hatchlings, not seeming to care much if he bumps a few other people on the way.

Baker-TC> D'orn's knees don't like all the kneeling apparently. They waver slightly until he falls back and lands neatly on his rear. A glance over his shoulder and a mumbled, "M'all right," is breathed before he turns back towards the eggs, and Aelin. Having been so far away, he does manage to scoot up some so that the hatchlings don't have to go /too/ far from the clutch for food.

Baker-TC> Banit grins as he walks towords the kitchen looking for some more food for the hungry brown

Baker-TC> Ouryn peers down at a lovely green so like the jungles of Ista. "What an interesting little 'lizard!" he says mostly to himself.

Baker-TC> Lambent tucks her parchment scrap back into her pocket as she makes a decision to move forward and get closer to the few eggs that are still rocking, nearing readiness to hatch. She smiles as she passes Reese, then blinks as the green explodes from her shell. "Oh my!" She exclaims as she offers the bowl of meat. "Oh!"

Baker-TC> Zuliah strokes the little green's eyeridges as she digs her face into a palm filled with meat. Atop her shoulder, the small brown who looks as though he's no more than a month croons as he spots the little green. "C'mon, let's get you some more food there, girl!" She says as she walks off towards the kitchen.

Baker-TC> Reese ;'s attention shifts to the little jungle green 'lizard. She smiles, and holds out the slice of herdbeast, dangling it temptingly before the little lady. "Isn't she beautiful..."

Baker-TC> Mhaul places his three strips of dried wherry meat in front of him, with another in his grasp which he sways like a pendulum.

Baker-TC> Smith's Egg cracks open, and a Poppyseed Bread Blue Hatchling tumbles out.
Tiny dots of dark, smoky blue almost smother the pale, golden brown shade beneath, of which only the barest glimpse can be seen. The dots, looking almost like the tiny round seeds of the sort usually seen on or in bread, recede just a bit around his always alert eyes, leaving them rimmed in pale, golden brown. The only other place where more than an sliver of brown shows through is on his broad gossamer wings. Specks of blue are scattered loosely over his wingsails, spotting light golden brown hide, the exact shade of freshly baked bread.
Quiet and watchful, is this one, with an amazing store of patience. Very protective, if youre ever threatened hell be there to defend you.

Baker-TC> Lanryi grins and walks with M'teh out of the Training Center.

Baker-TC> Farrell kneels down and holds the meat in his outstretched hand, near the floor. He watches the eggs and hatchlings intently.

Baker-TC> Kiara glances towards the new green and blue, gaze flickering between the two, "Cute," is her only comment though she does hold out the piece of meat, wiggling it slightly to try and make it more enticing.

Baker-TC> D'orn twists his lips into a half smile as he spots first the blue, then the green that hatched previously. His eyes slit, as though neither are quite what he was looking for. Eyes fall back to the clutch and one perticular egg.

Baker-TC> Now the large Steward lad finds his wits, and makes for an errant bowl of meat scraps set upon a table for the hatchlings; taking a handful of the greasy shreds, he crouches near the other assembled and looks with with wide warm eyes towards the newwst blue. "Thats a lovely fellow," comes Ouryn's half-whispered response to the burst egg.

Baker-TC> Haloran swallows nervously, trying to waggle a piece of meat before him as he watches the blue and green. His head bobs up and down for a moment, a faint smile on his face, as if he approves of both the little lizards.

Baker-TC> Mhaul chuckles fondly, his eyes gazing at the hatchlings with thoughtful eyes. "Welcome.." He holds his meat in good view of any hatchling that happens to look over his way.

Baker-TC> Jungle Green Hatchling hobbles to the rim of the pot, and looks at the people-things surrounding it. With an awkward flap of her wings, she manages to make it safely to the ground, and starts to stumble around.

Baker-TC> D'orn continues to watch the green, and the blue: Progress kept note of and hand raised slightly. The bronzerider waits patiently for a 'favorite egg' to hatch, curious as to what's inside.

Baker-TC> Haloran's breath catches as he get a good look at that green. "She's really pretty," he comments shyly to a man next to him, still waggling that bit of meat.

Baker-TC> Trying not to seem too desparate, Lambent offers her bowl to the nearest lizard.

Baker-TC> Poppyseed Bread Blue Hatchling stares, wide eyed up at everyone before falling out of the box and landing on his side, creeling pitifully.

Baker-TC> Farrell is completely focused on the hatchlings, now that he has a chance of getting one. He leans forward with the meat, hoping one will come near.

Baker-TC> Reese winces as the blue and green in turn fall out of the box. Her expression softens and she bends with meat in hand, trying to help the nearest one back to it's feet.

Baker-TC> Mhaul looks concerned as the hatchlings take their first step, holding out his meat a bit more to make the trip a lesser hazard. "It's alright.."

Baker-TC> Ouryn chenches his ham fists together, feeling sorry for the tumbling blue; the scraps of meat squish between his palms unnoticed. "They always seem to do that," he remarks with not-unkind humor.

Baker-TC> Haloran winces as the blue falls, pointing it out to the same man again. "Think he's all right?" he asks softly, waggling meat stilling for a minute.

Baker-TC> Jungle Green Hatchling :wanders for a little while, she looks coyly at a person, only to bugle and stalk away from an insufficient food offering. She snatches a few bits a food, then runs away until she finds exactly the right person.

Baker-TC> Jungle Green Hatchling stumbles towards Farrell.

Baker-TC> Kiara snorts, "I think those two seem as clumsy as each other, reminds me of Valinda," she remarks to Soz, still dangling the meat slightly. Perched on her left shoulder, a bronze chirples shyly, peeking out from short, blonde hair. She chuckles at the young green seems to choose, "Well done, whoever you are,"

Baker-TC> D'orn nods at each hatchling, finally relenquishing his wine glass now that the last drop has been sullied. Eyes dart back to the egg, checking to see if it's even moved yet.

Baker-TC> Farrell grins widely as the little green accepts the food he's offering, then nods toward Kiara. He scoops the little one up and steps back, still feeding it.

Baker-TC> Poppyseed Bread Blue Hatchling bravely gets back to his feet, stops creeling and begins to slowly walk among all the people offering meat, looking for someone...

Baker-TC> Lambent smiles at Farrell. "Congratulations!"

Baker-TC> Mhaul smiles broadly, watching the green find a good person. He continues to hold out his strip of plump meat, trying to intice any hatchling.

Baker-TC> "How is Valinda doing?" Soz asks as she settles next the Kiara, the bronze finally curled up asleep in her hand.

Dendra sees Chailyn walk back in, and moves over to ask her, "What happened to you? Are you all right?"

Farrell glances up and smiles back, his expression still more tender than usual from regarding the little green. "Thanks," he murmurs, deftly snagging more meat as a drudge passes by.

Lambent looks at her bowl and then at the wandering blue 'lizard. With a faint sigh, she screws up her resolve and plucks a piece of the meat out and waggles it as other folks are doing. "Oh!" she laughs, referring to the feeling of the raw meat between her fingers. "This is really not a good sensation, here. But I hope they like it!"

Chailyn keeps to the extreme edge of the crowd. She nods to Dendra, and lifts her chin bravely before murmuring something to her quietly.

You whisper "I'll be fine. Really. I... she took my candidate knot. I'm back to being a resident again." She clears her throat and goes on brightly, "So I can get back to doing laundry. It's what I do best."" to Dendra.

Poppyseed Bread Blue Hatchling stumbles towards Lambent.

Night of Ghosts and Spirits Egg cracks open, and a Sharp Marine Blue Hatchling tumbles out.
Small and stringy is the palmful of a hatchling firelizard, his pale marine blue swirled with turquoise specks as if of schooling fish. He's sharp like a hook, though, from his long, thin muzzle to his narrow whip of a tail, even his wings eventually thinning to a clearer, icier hue at their impatient tips.
Written by and based on: Isai

Combatant Blooms Egg cracks open, and a Perky Petite Lime Green Hatchling tumbles out.
This cute little lime green hatchling has a warm glow about her. As soon as she rights herself, she preens her wings and lets out a cute little warble. Hungry? Probably, but it seems as though she has a little bit of intellect too. Her wings are smaller than most flits', and her eyes seem smaller as well. The little flit steps away from its shards and looks ready to search for something or someone special.
Written by and based on: Jaela

Lambent blinks! "It worked!" She says in surprise, gathering the tiny blue to her arm. "Oh my!"

Dendra sighs and says, "Oh, no. I'm so sorry Chailyn. I'm so sorry that happened to you."

D'orn beams as a tiny little blue cracks from the shell. "Ah, he's a pretty lookin li'l thing ain't he. A bit small...but we can fatten him right up, aye." His hand is lowered and the meat carried there within offered to the hatchling.

Ouryn offers a warm congratulatory smile to Lambent, before turning his attentions to another new blue infant 'lizard, the scraps of meat still smashed in his thick hands. He simply sits and watches the small fellow with a quiet air, curious and observant.

Kiara hmms, "Valinda, as far as I know she's fine. If you mean Opeia, she's a lot better now. I even saw her at the gather today,"

Haloran watches the other lizards impress and nods slightly to himself. Then, head turning, he blinks, staring at the other eggs. "Another blue and green," he states, a bit louder, clearly startled. "And jays, look at that--that blue is just amazing." Hands waggle the food eagerly again, attention completely consumed by the little hatchlings.

Reese gasps softly as the flowery egg cracks, depositing the lovely little green. She beams, turning her attention towards the little lime green lady. With never a care for the bloody chunk that squishes between her fingers, she turns, leaning down and offering the large piece to thepetite green.

Mhaul smiles brightly, wiggling his strip of meat to the next hatchling. He starts to make a soft 'coo' sound towards the hatchling ttheir attention.

Mirala trots in and hops up onto the first counter she comes to. "Okay!" she calls out through the kitchens, "Who is going to help with the Sing-Along? Dendra, my beautiful mentee, you're going to!"

Lambent scuttles back to feed her tiny little blue, a huge grin on her face. "Thank you!"

Sauscony nods her head, her expression turning a bit somber, "I had heard something had happened to Opeia, just not what." She murmers before offering Ofira a grin. "Sing-a-long"?

Sharp Marine Blue Hatchling first just watches, then carefully untangles himself from the shards of his shell. He stretches out his wings, then folds them back as he heads out on his search.

Chailyn shakes her head at Dendra and says softly, "It's my own fault. Don't be sorry." She smiles slightly and says, "At least she didn't kick me out of the weyr entirely." She stops, as Mirala calls out Dendra's name."

Mhaul holds out his strips of wherry meat, a hopeful grin on his face as he watches another hatchling go searching for a friend.

Dendra chuckles and nods. "Why not? I haven't scared anyone lately with my singing. WE e could have a jovial time out there!"

Mirala freezes. "Oh... shards... is this a... hatching?" she manages.

D'orn crawls back up into a kneeling position as he wiggles his little juicy meat goblets towards the Mariner. "Pleanty more where this came from," he states, glancing back towards that bowl he originally snitched from.

Perky Petite Lime Green Hatchling doesn't waste any time, once she out of her shell she darts toward the people gathered around. In just a few moments she's found who and what she wants and she's off.

Ouryn grins wide, eager to see -Mirala- now on the end of the hook. "Aye! Have some meat!" he crows, pressing the smashed pulp of raw wherry towards her hands. "I think that little blue fellow wants to see you!"

Perky Petite Lime Green Hatchling stumbles towards Reese.

Haloran nods slightly, approvingly, at the blue's actions. His eyes have spotted the green as well and he almost seems torn, hands spreading apart slightly to offer meat to both. Though his eyes are drawn repeated to the blue. "Come on little ones," he says coaxing.

Dendra nods. "Most of the eggs have hatched, but there are a few still left."

Reese brightens considerably as the tiny green wobbles toward her. She hastily pops the meat into the little one's maw, then gathers her up, beaming. She hastily backs out of the way of the other hopefuls, cradling her precious green as she does so. A few more pieces of meat are gathered as she slips out of the crowd, flashing F'gon a bright smile as she does so.

Chailyn looks over, as the green impresses, and flushes, turning her face away from F'gon and Reese. Then she spots Haloran still down and urges lightly, "Come on, blue, go for Hal." The sleepy lizard on her shoulder merely settles more comfortably, a lazy croon escaping her.

Mirala whimpers slightly, drawn, seemingly against her will, to the circle about the eggs. "Oh bloody sharding Faranath," she says, but plops down on the floor and digs around in her apron. "I never used meat strips," she chirps, "If they're going to be hatchlings of mine, it's meat PIE," she says, as she fishes out a half-eaten pie. She looks fearfully and longingly at the eggs. "Shard it."

Sharp Marine Blue Hatchling stops in front some wiggling meat. Not one to rush foward without stop he stares intently as the juice bits of wiggly meat. It seems safe, so he cautiously approaches.

Mhaul frowns for a moment, still holding out his slices of plump wherry meat. "Come on."

Ouryn happens to notice an enticing sand-colored egg, and thinks it reminds him so of the many seaside places he's been; the large Steward spends a few moments remembering the past, before Mirala's whimper draws him back to the Hatching. Taking his scraps back, he makes a place for the Baker to sit.

Sharp Marine Blue Hatchling stumbles towards D'orn.

Kiara watches the green wander to someone, "Wow, these hatchlings sure chose fast," she mutters, glancing at the latest choice, "Congratulations to you, whoever," she mutters again, holding out the meat.

Growing Green Vine Egg cracks open, and a Squashed Bubbly Blue Hatchling tumbles out.
Oh, the poor dear, it looks like someone upended a plateful of bubbly pies over his little head. But wait, is it just his hide? If it is the pattern decorating it bears a strong resemblance to squashed bubblies. Bits of flaky crust add touches of pale golden brown in the sea of crushed blueberries, purple juice surrounded the bits and pieces of whole berries that remain. The purple juice floats berry chunks over his wing before dripping down his legs, leaving the remaining blueberry pieces spread thickly like jam over his back. Mostly intact crust covers his belly, purple juice seeping through the cracks to run in rivulets down to his tail.
Hyperactive and jumpy, this little guy is quite a character. From bouncing from wall to wall, to fleeing in terror at his own shadow hes sure to keep you on your toes.

D'orn peers down at the blue, full blown grin situated on his face. "Aye now, isn't that tastey? Eat it all up and I'll give ye a nice oilin when yer done." He scoops up Mariner and feeds him piece by piece until his stomach is buldging.

Mhaul sits back, grinning as the blue finds a good home. He places his meat in front of him, relaxing back to watch the last few eggs hatch.

Tree Patterned Egg cracks open, and a Razzled Blue Hatchling tumbles out.
This wiry blue seems full of energy and snuffles into every crevice it can find. Although he might seem fearless and brave, this blue's best kept secret probably is that it's really just a shy little firelizard. It ventures only where it knows there won't be anything bigger than itself, given that it's alive. Along its back are deep tones of blue, almost as dark as the bottom of Glacier Lake. On its underbelly are light blue greens. The two colors seem to clash against one another as they each struggle for control of this fine blue's tail. It looks almost as if this blue has been laid in midnight blue paint and then flipped over into aqua green tones. The only part of him that has really remained constant is the wings. Each wing follows that pattern and color of the top of his body, which seems fine with him.
Written by and based on: Ducere

Sauscony nods her head, "Determined little things."

Mirala snakes a finger up to wiggle at Dendra, "You're too young to remember, but firelizards and I are a very dangerous combination. It's not really safe for me to be at these, in case one bugger SHOULD... oh.. Faaaaranath," she says, eyeing the bubbly hatching adoringly. "Hey bugger!" she keeningly chirps, wiggling her pie.

Haloran watches after both the little ones and sighs softly, giving his hand an accusing look. "Must not be doing that right." Luckily, he chooses that moment to look up, beaming as he spots more blues. "More handsome fellows!" he declares in delight. Fingers resume wiggling the meat.

Ouryn laughs and actually claps his hands at the sight of the little bubbly-blue hatchling. "Looks like a little mascot for the whole event!" he exclaims, and eagerly waves his bits of wherry towards the fellow. "Here, sweet, sweet, tasty meat," he tries to coax.

Kiara has partially disconnected.

Dendra asks Mirala, "How could you and a firelizard be worse than you and Kazeth?"

Mirala digs in her apron with her free hand, whilst jiggling the meat pie, which, in turn, jiggles Mirala. "Ach! Here it is, how about BUBBLY pie, eh, little scrap?" she croons at the squashed looking blue, bringing her second hand out to wave enticingly.

Kiara nods, taking a seat around the outside ring of hatchling, "Is that a new bronze?" she asks the healer, "I was busy manning the healer tent earlier?" Still the meat persists in dangling from the healers long fingers.

Squashed Bubbly Blue Hatchling chirples cheerifully as he climbs down onto the ground from the box. He then stops and seems to suddenly realize how hungry he is and begins to creel loudly and insistently.

Ouryn snaps his fingers, shards he has nothing that good for a firelizard! Making a slight face, he determinedly keeps hold of his bedraggled scraps, and simply sits to wait for the fellow to come, should it choose him.

Mhaul chuckles amusedly, eyeing the new hatchlings. He takes a piece of meat to dangle out to the 'lizards. "Hey, little ones.. over here."

D'orn just continues to beam as he rises to his feet and nods to everyone in the room, before taking off to go find some oil for his new little companion.

Chailyn offers softly to Dendra after pulling her eyes from Hal, "Thank you, though, for all your support. I really do appreciate it." She sighs after F'gon a moment and then gives Dendra a slight smile, before slipping away and getting some meat herself. Shushing the queen on her shoulder, she dumps the meat in a pile before Haloran. Everything a growing lizard needs: fish guts, wherry bits and herdbeast bites.

Sauscony nods her head as she holds the baby so that Kiara can see him, "I bought a ticket for Seanan, but he is off someplace with his father."

Mirala peers over her shoulder at Dendra. "Good point. Once it has reached a certain point, mischief ceases to multiply, eh?" She whips her head back around to the blue and croooooons, "Poor tiny hungry little thing! Come to Baker Mirala, and fooooooood beyond your wildest dreams," she calls.

Haloran can't help a small laugh then makes a noise of disgust. Glancing over his shoulder, he grimaces. "Thanks, Chai," he replies. Then his eyes are back on those blues, fish, wherry and herdbeast bits dangling before the hatchlings.

Kiara nods, "That's your fosterling, isn't it?" she asks, trying to remember hall gossip, "Well, that's a nice bit of luck, You decided on a name yet," the meat now moves in little circles, flicking outwards as Kiara makes a hand gesture while talking.

Razzled Blue Hatchling bugles loudly and triumphantly once he's free of his shell, he doesn't seem inclined to climb out of the box of sand though. Instead he races around the box, until he finally races a little close to the edge and falls out.

Ouryn has no food, but he -does- have a warm fur-lined bed, and a playful green to fly and flirt with, and a... well, shardit, nothing can compare to Baker Mirala's temptations, even if you're just a firelizard. Grinning good naturedly, the Steward rests on his haunches and decides just to watch.

Mirala jiggles her two handfuls of pie, calling a chanting croon. "Pie, pie, piiiiiie, piiiiiiiiiiiiiie," she calls to the blue. "Piiiiiiiiiiiiie."

Ouryn wants some pie now, and spares a longing glance towards the tempting treats Mirala holds in her hands. Licking his lips the large lad reminds himself to find a bubbly stall after this.

Haloran tosses his heads back and laughs cheerfully, eyes dancing as he watches the antics of the little razzled blue. Head tilting to one side, he continues to offer the meatbits from his strong fingers, hunkering down a bit.

Sauscony shakes her head as she peers at the bronze, "I will have to spend some time thinking about it. It just needs to fit"

Squashed Bubbly Blue Hatchling sniffs at the air, looking this way and that, until a loud insistent voice catches his attention. There! Over there!

Mhaul smiles broadly, almost from ear-to-ear. "Come on, little ones, you can make it!" He wiggles two strips of wherry meat enticingly, hoping to catch their attention.

Squashed Bubbly Blue Hatchling stumbles towards Mirala.

Farrell has wandered to the back of the room again and is standing next to a plate of meat scraps. The little green seems to be slowing down, finally, and Farrell cradles it gently in the crook of his arm, not even watching the end of the hatching.

Ouryn offers Mirala a warm smile of accomplishment as she meets her new little mate, and looks back to the box, and a racing blue 'lizard that runs much too fast for its safety.

Mirala tosses the bits of pie into the air to tempt the blue, catching them in alternate hands, until one bit of pie comes crashing down on the blue's head. When the little bugger raises its head, his eyes meet the Baker's, and a very loud croon comes from the both of them, as Mirala scoops up the little bugger. "I shall name you PIE!" she proclaims.

Ouryn applauds for Mirala and Pie!

Chailyn suggests to Haloran, "Toss some at them." The little lizard on her shoulder is all but back asleep. She's had a trying dfay. "Maybe they just don't want to come that close?"

Razzled Blue Hatchling jumps back to his feet, nearly falling over again in his hurry. He chirples indignantly, he meant to do that. He then bugles loudly yet again, then races down the rows of people.

Kiara claps for the loud person and the pie blue, "Well done," she calls over the din, turning back to Soz.

Mirala gratefully takes the box from the Steward, "No hard feelings, lad, then, eh?" she chirps, before returning her full attention to the tiny pathetic looking blue. "Mirala's little smushed piiiiiiie," she croons at it.

Mhaul swings his pieces of meat slowly, still watching the box. "That's the spirit!" He smiles,trying to croon, which comes out more like a irritated call of some avian.

Sauscony glances over, giggling softly. "That is Mirala." She explains. "Roland's sister and one of the nicest people you will ever meet." She adds quietly.

Ouryn shakes his head, still watching carefully for the racing blue, lest someone step on it. "Shards! Someone catch that thing!" Back to Mirala, "Not at all! Looks like he was meant for you," the lad offers a smile.

Haloran's eyes widen and he holds the fistfuls of meat in his hands before the little noisy blue, offering, "You can have it all," in surprise before trying a bit more coaxingly, "I have a whole pile here, y'know."

Kiara ohs, "Not someone I've met before." she glances towards the dashing blue, "That reminds me of a few of the hall littles," she chuckles, "Nice person, eh? Could do with knowing a few of those,"

Razzled Blue Hatchling runs right smack into someone, landing on his back again, staring up at them.

Razzled Blue Hatchling stumbles towards Ouryn.

Radiant Bronze Egg cracks open, and a Split Pea Soup Green Hatchling tumbles out.
A thick paste in an almost sickly shade of olive green seems to be evenly spread all over this small hatchlings hide. Scattered throughout the thick soup of olive green are small chunks of reddish brown, like pieces of salted ovine. Her large eyes glimmer in the available light, bright spots in the midst of olive drab.
Sweet and caring, this little green is ever the helper, even if sometimes her help does more harm than good.

Mirala manages another grin at Ouryn, before she stands and carefully picks her way out of the circle, cradling the blue adoringly. "As soon as all the buggers are Impressed," she reminds the crowd at large, "I expect you ALL to come sing." She hops up onto a counter, as she plumps the fluff around her tiny flit.

"If it quiets down at all, I will introduce you." Soz notes before turning back to the hatchlings.."Oh, look at that one"

Flecked Sand Egg cracks open, and a Skinny Stumbling Brown Hatchling tumbles out.
His most striking feature is his size-- not thick and sturdy, as one might expect of a brown, but long of neck and tail, with a wingspan to rival many a bronze. He's barely got enough flesh on him to fill out his height, though, and he hardly seems to know what to do with his long limbs. He moves awkwardly, and has a raspy, uncertain bugling voice. His hide is a dull sandy color, marred here and again with a rough, dark patch, almost as if someone had scraped the color off him in spots.

Dendra chuckles and asks, "Are you going to order a bikini for Pie when he grows a bit more?"

Ouryn is apparently the one to catch the sharding thing, and he automatically scoops it up lest it injure itself. Before he can stop, the Steward smiles knowingly, and cradles the little racing blue close to him.

Haloran winces at the smash, staring worriedly at the little blue. But seeing that it's being taken care of, his attention is turned back to the brown and green that just hatching, a low whistle of approval coming from him.

Mhaul smiles broadly, eyeing the new hatchlings. "Come on.. plenty to eat over here, and much more whenever you want it!" He promises, making a good-sized pile of wherry strips, some fresh and some are dried.

Chailyn oohs and nudges Haloran lightly, hopefully not enough to send him face first into the pile of meat before him. "Yeah. Look at that brown. He's gonna be huge."

Kiara glances towards the latest couple of hatchlings, "Green and Brown. Makes a change from the usual blue and green," she nods towards Soz, "That'd be nice, I like meeting people," she glances at the brown, "He doesn't look that healthy. Bit like Opeia when she was all skin and bones," the meat continues to do lazy circles from Kiara's fingers, skimming the floor.

Mirala laughs over at Dendra, "Aye, and a big old bow, too. To match Kazeth's." Her eyes widen a bit, "Wait until I introduce them!" the thought of which brings on another round of coos at her blue. She looks up to hoot for the new Impressions.

Split Pea Soup Green Hatchling climbs out from the box of sand, patiently going from person to person, looking for just the right one.

Dendra grins and says, "You out to tell Kazeth that Pie is his little brother. See if he'll help you guard the little bugger."

Haloran glances over his shoulder, nodding to Chailyn. But only for a moment. Then his attention is back on the moving hatchlings, fingers wiggling a bit as he tries to entice them over. "That brown *will* be huge."

Mirala coos, running a finger along the blue eyeridges. "He will, I've no doubt."

Mhaul chuckles under his breath, watching the 'lizards hatch and come forth. "There's plenty of meat over here.." He suggests as he wiggles a chunk of fresh wherry.

Skinny Stumbling Brown Hatchling strugles ackwardly to free himself from his shell, flops onto the ground, then follows his sister on his own search, accenting each step with a shaky bugle.

Split Pea Soup Green Hatchling stumbles towards Mhaul.

Mhaul smiles brightly, shifting his pile of meat to the green. "All yours, little green..."

Skinny Stumbling Brown Hatchling stumbles towards Haloran.

Psychedelic Color Splashed Egg cracks open, and a Bouncy Mischievous Blue Hatchling tumbles out.
Bright and bold and very, very blue, this firelizard bounces all over the place from the second he cracks his egg. Scrawny and oh-so energetic, he's got one heck of a mischievous streak running through him, and that as well is obvious in the way he bounces up to one person, considers them, and then cheekily hops off. When he's larger - and he will get larger, but never lose that scrawniness - he'll be the one you may find bathing in someone's stew, hiding your socks, or badgering the meanest canine, just for fun.
Written by and based on: Caralain

Haloran leans toward the brown, a bit more intent. "He moves like me," he informs Chailyn over his shoulder, smiling his approval. "At least he's plucky." Then he ooofs as the brown stumbles into his arms. "Shells! Shells! Chailyn! Look!"

Hidden Secrets Egg cracks open, and a Whipped Tubers and Gravy Brown Hatchling tumbles out.
Creamy, off-white whipped tubers drowned in a river of wherry gravy seem to coat this stocky hatchlings hide. The rich brown gravy flows over and through the tubers creating a veritable river delta on his back and wings before sliding down his tail in streaks and puddling on his legs and belly.
Cheerful and chipper, this brown loves being around people. He also likes shiny things, so it wouldnt be suprising to find him with a shiny button, ring, or a bracelet that he probably filched from the shiny things owner.

Ducere rubs the sleep from his eyes. He removes his hands slowly and focuses everything in the room with tired eyes. As soon as he sees the small blue, his hands fly into his pockets and return holding a small package. He quickly unwraps it and removes small strips of fish that he holds out to the little blue.

Mirala looks over to a candle, blinks, and turns her head to Dendra. "Hey, you want to come and help me start the Sing-Along? You can come back," she chirps worriedly, "But I'd like you to do 'Baker Girl' to start it off."

Mhaul takes anither strip of meat, holding it out if any hatchling is tempted by his small 'feast of meat'.

Chailyn beams at her friend. "I see him, Hal. Feed him! Gonna take a lot of feeding up to get him to grow into that size."

Bouncy Mischievous Blue Hatchling practically bounces from his shell, he jumps down into the crowd of people. He runs up to one person, then another until he finds the one he wants to stay with.
Bouncy Mischievous Blue Hatchling stumbles towards Ducere.

Haloran starts doing as ordered, meat getting stuffed into the maw of the little brown as quickly as he can manage. "Shells. Shells! He's handsome!"

Kiara grins, "A brown and a blue," Isn't she adept at stating the obvious, "I wish Conn was here, He could do with a firelizard, for passing messages and th..."she falls silent very quickly. "Wow, that was quickly," she glances at the blue, "Obviously knew who he wanted,"

Ducere beams happily at his new blue and scoops it up to give it a scritch.

Mhaul smiles proudly at his new green firelizard, picking her up gently.

Dendra nods to Mirala and says, "Okay. I think Lluna will leave now, since all her eggs have hatched."

Farrell 's little green has finished eating and has fallen asleep, cradled in the crook of his arm. Farrell glances up and around, then makes a quiet exit.

Sauscony quirks a brow slightly at Kiara's words, her smile warming slightly "Maybe if someone were to find an egg, it would make a nice present. Don't you think?"

Whipped Tubers and Gravy Brown Hatchling quickly gets down from the eggs and in among the people. For a while he seems content just to wander, looking up at all the people and admire a few women's sparkly jewelry. But that isn't enough, finally goes to find a person of his own.
Whipped Tubers and Gravy Brown Hatchling stumbles towards Kiara.

Chailyn pulls Haloran aside, and starts talking quietly to him about the care and feeding of the little things. "Oil. He'll start to itch as he grows. And he'll wake you at odd hours until you get used to his feeding schedule." Her expression is a trifle drawn.

Dendra rises from her seat and goes toward the great hall, with a quiescent (finally!) gold on her shoulder.

Kiara nods, "I still need to get him a turnday present," she holds up a neat harp necklace, "This is what he gave me," she glances towards the brown, "Oh, hello," she grins, holding out a piece of food.

Mirala nods, heading for the kitchens with the blue tucked under her arm in his box.

Haloran's face is spread into a wide smile, the last bits of food being consumed by the ravenous brown. "Right, right," he states, glancing up. And freezing. "Chailyn. What it is?"

Sauscony oohhs softly as she considers the necklace, "That is beautiful"

Chailyn summons a smile and shrugs slightly to Haloran. "Looks like I can come visit Telgar sooner than I thought is all." She sighs softly, "Look, I need to get back to Igen and move my stuff back into the dorms. I'll come visit soon, I promise."

Aelin smiles around everyone still gathered, then picks up her rumpled piece of hide and heads out.

Apparently Kiara's new brown thinks so too as he reaches up his mouth to grasp ahold of it before decided apparently food is a better idea and continuing to munch on the meat.

Haloran looks stunned. "They kicked you out, didn't they? They kicked you out of Candidacy."

Ouryn curls up his new little blue mate, now calm and contentedly munching squished scraps, not truly paying attention to much of anything else.

Chailyn clears her throat and nods slightly. "Well, it's not as though I didn't really deserve it." She summons a smile. "Besides, I wasn't going to impress anyway, remember?"

Haloran grimaces and rises slowly offering her his hand. "Well, what's done is done."

Banit emergies from the kitchen still stroking the brown he looks up "What happened , what did i miss"

Chailyn says hurriedly, "And I need to go before K'dar leaves for good, Hal. I'll come visit. I promise. And congratulations on your little brown there." Her face flames, and she ignores the hand, turning and hurrying out.

You go toward Hold Kitchen

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