Who

K'vvan, N'tael, Linny, Jedi, F'in, Varvara, T'ral, G'tan, Rocio, Yules, Chyrean <And rather than insult someone by leaving them OUT, insert your name here.»

What

People watch the babies HATCH.

When

It is midnight of the tenth day of the first month of the sixth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

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OOC Date 04 Oct 2015 06:00

 

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"TWO?!"


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Stone benches rise up.. and up.. and up: grooves upon grooves show marks of their hand-hewn origins, small chips and uneven textures to tell the tale of humble beginnings in a place which looks upon the black-and-white Sands of Southern, a place of greater beginnings indeed. The Galleries take up roughly a third of the perimeter of the Sands: to the west are flat, staggered entranceways, ledges for dragons interested in watching the proceedings. Below and just easterly, a stitched-hide curtain covers the entrance to the bowl, keeping the wind away from the precious cargo often housed upon the Sands. It cannot help the shrieking of the wind above: though it is muted in this hollow, the intermittent sighs and moans of the thermals shrieking through the viewing-ledges above can be unsettling.


Yules is coming in with one rather large pot of klah and a rather large mug of the stuff. It's too early, even if it's not her first time through this rodeo. Grabbing a seat quickly that doesn't have the best view or anything, Yules settles the pot at her feet and stares blearily out at the eggs while Desmeth is out there, watching and humming.

Jedi is here, with a baby in her arms. The other is in someone else's arms. Whose? Who knows! But she's here. If bleerily.

Th'seus is here too, having sauntered to the edge of the galleries (or as close as he can get). He crosses his arms after wiping some tiredness from his eyes. "Lets get the show on already." There has to be a great brunch prepared after this.

Shhhh. K'vvan is here, but he's NOT the one with Jedi's other baby. In fact, if he's purposefully avoiding her he's doing a damn good job of it. Hi Wingleader, you rock so hard core in being a block, don't mind too much Yules if K'vvan hides behind you~

Zeyta totally has a luxury box seat to fill beside Linny and G'tan but FIRST she's stooping like the EVIL FAIRY GODMOTHER right out of Sleeping Beauty to glower at Jedi, K'vvan and their spawn. SHE SEES YOU. There will be words (of the dark curse ensorcelling kind) LATER.

"Thank you eggs." Th'seus nods in appreciation to the brown that just burst out. "Good job."

Chyrean is late and looking a bit flustered. She takes a seat back aways from anyone she knows, straightening out the folds of skirt as she settles in. Hands clasp nervously, white-knuckled before her as she scans the sands, eyes lighting up when she spots two familiar heads: Ulrik and Catryn. One hand rises to wave before she realizes something and her hand drops back to her lap.

How is it that Varvara is turned out to the nines even at this unholy hour. But there she is. Make up just so. Sleep mask perched like a headband tiara on her brow, white flowing night gown swirling around her legs, ghostly palor amidst the colorful cacophony of those gathering in the Galleries.

Rocio leaps up the stairs and takes a seat amongst the crowd. Oh good, she has a view. Sorta. "Wish I had some klah."

Here's an Igenite. How'd he get here so fast. It's like he was … maybe here already. (COUGH) F'in is, as ever, grinning as he makes his way to a seat as near the front as he can manage. The bronzerider is decked out in … well, they're not that dressy. But well-maintained serviceable leathers, lightweight in preparation for Southern's oppressive swelter. He waves at those he recognizes before spotting Rocio and making a line for the greenrider.

Igen's Weyrleader is here, and very thankful for his right to the good seats! G'tan has his weyrmate on one arm and Linny on the other, looking quite the playboy he was once known as Turns ago - to anyone not in the know. Weaving through the incoming press, he's big enough to cut the necessary swath to do so easily and take his place with the ladies alongside him. "Damn they're quick." Said with a yawn, but he's glad to be here, at any rate.

Jedi says, "Huh. Would you look at that."

T'ral arrives shortly after the Hatching begins with Catryn's parents in tow, face alight with the thrill of dragons humming and escorting Colton, Matias and Elyse up the steps to sit with Lynx.

It's not as if Linny's not used to being up in the middle of the night, thanks to her newborn son, but being put together and dressed and looking nice? Well, that she's not very used to at this time of the night, but she still seems to have cleaned up very well despite the fact. She looks calm at G'tan's side, waving and smiling and doing that diplomatic thing she does so well, though with that Senior knot on her shoulder, even if it's just there for the moment, still means she carries herself with more grace and dignity than usual. There's a brief whisper into G'tan's ear and then she's venturing off onto her own, flagging down Zeyta before she goes to their reserved seats, since the hatching has already started and it's no time to socialize.

You know who is safer than Jedi right now? ZEYTA. So cold gazes and everything K'vvan abandons Yule's dubious safety and is going to accost Zeyta with a cool, "Wingleader. You look terrible."

T'ral leans forward craning to see if he can pick Catryn out on the sands amongst all those white robes. Greens, greens, everywhere. K'ane won't be able to say no to his requests for more depth in agility in a year or so. The bluerider must only bide his time. Cate. Cate. Where are you Cate?

From the sands below, Twilight of Samhain Green Dragonet draws close to a knot of Candidates, contemplating them with her head tilted thoughtfully. Her eyes rake across a young man, and he holds his breath hopefully - but no. She doesn't even glance at the next boy in line… or the next… her eyes study only the young women now. Her choice has been narrowed down, at least, but there are so many to choose from, and she will not be rushed into a hasty decision. Fate - destiny - something draws her steps forward and forward, one after another over those hot, hot Sands.

Rocio eyes F'in. "You got here aaaawful quick…" Too bad the bronzerider didn't bring some klah. Oy.

A LITTLE LATE but that's okay, another rider's just going to pop his way into Southern, unwrapping himself from a familiar Igen garb. Bright blond hair peaks out and N'tael doesn't pay much attention to the people who are going to object to his climbing on them to get a better look. Seeing his target N'tael lets out a loud whistle, "ROCIO." And watch him push his way through the crowd to get to her side.

Oh yeah, Zeyta was totally awake and among the first to arrive. She does look like shit though. "I was in the middle of my morning tea," she grumps at K'vvan. Meaning to imply she already started her day. EERIE. But onwards to sit beside Linny!

Jedi sadfaces all over that. But y'know. She's got BABY in her arms, and a Hatching to watch. And then there's a Nate! "N'tael!" She calls. "Here, hold this." Baby is thrust at the bronzerider.

"Klah? Oh. Hang on." The bronzerider heads off to secure some klah. An enterprising individual has wheeled the carts from the Archives here. Got earn those marks marks marks. Gotta earn those marks.

YOu know who has Klah? Yules. You know who has only one mug? Ditto. The pot at Yules' feet gets shuffled a little so it's not obvious to everyone but she raises her hand to wave at N'tael and then Rocio in that direction.

Rocio pivots when her name is called out. "Naaaaaaaaate!" Her arms go wide and motion him over for HUGS. Yeah, she flails a bit. Watch yourself, F'in. C'mere Naaaaaaate! Yules is then waved, too. Hiya, wingleader! <3

"J… uh?" Sudden confusion from little N'tael who just had a baby shoved at him. Um. Okay! N'tael now has a KID. "Where's the father? No? Ah, um. Rocio! You want a baby?" And N'tael's going to try to shove the baby to someone elss. Hot-potato-Baby. It's implied in the Hug.

Jedi shrugs and waves. "He's somewhere." She's half paying attention, at this point. It's highly possible she meant to hand N'tael something else. She has that kind of bleary look right now.

K'vvan manages to not smile… no, he doesn't manage to not smile. Zeyta can smite him later. "So kind of you to drag yourself out of bed just for this. You might want to, you know," and he gestures with his hands at her hair, implying it's standing straight up in places.

"Wingsecond!" T'ral calls to Jedi, looking speculatively at K'vvan, the greenrider transfer and father of Jedi's twins. A flash of bright sunstruck blond hair catches his eye and he looks to see Catryn … doing someone's hair? OH. That must be Kehm. Hmmmm. The bluerider starts, his eyes going wide. "Uh. Elyse, Matias, Colton." He stands, "I'm afraid I have to go, there's an emergency in the infirmary." He holds a forestalling hand, "Nothing grave." He leans to them and points across the candidates to Catryn, "She's right there. I'll be back as soon as I can." He murmurs to Jedi on his way out.

Rocio looks like Nate is shoving a spinner at her. "I don't want no baby, Nate…!" Seriously, WTH. And if she still has the kid, it's totally getting passed on to F'in. Because he's RIGHT THERE.

"I'll keep you informed." Jedi replies, nodding to T'ral.

F'in WAS right there. But he went for klah. Sorry, girl.

F'in! Seriously? D:

"Hey, I didn't want it either. Maybe Jedi just wants it somehwere else?" N'tael's eyes wander around till they land on Yules, "Go give it to the Wingleader. she lvoes kids." <3

WHAT ROCIO? Do you want klah or not?

"You know," Linny murmurs once Zeyta's next to her, "everyone's going on about klah, but I brought something better to wake you up." And from underneath her dress she pulls out a flask, smirking as she opens it up to steal a sip from its contents. There's a grimace and a shudder before the weyrwoman offers it to Zeyta, just in case.

Jedi says absently, "Just don't lose it, yeah?" To Rocio and N'tael. It's highly possible she isn't sure which baby that even is right now. SLEEP GUYS. MISSING IT.

Erissa leans to the left, then leans to the right, then leans waaaaaaaaaaaaay forward. Slipping her hand in G'tan's she tugs and pulls drawing his attention, enjoying the spectacle of people and dragon watching.

Th'seus looks down at the sands and the hatching dragons. "Where is my tapdancing candidate? IMPRESS!" The big bronzerider calls down to the poor bastard he roped into this.

"My hair is impeccable." RIGHT?! RIGHT. Zeyta still self-consciously pats it down as she seats herself beside Linny. "Oh, bless you. I will take it straight from the source." As in, she'll guzzle a shot straightaway right then and there.

"You sure about that?" K'vvan doesn't even seem to be minding the fact that Linny is so close to Zeyta and himself. Zeyta is a WALL there. "I mean,…" And more handgestures. "Shouldn't you at least check?"

F'in returns with klah!

It's about time!

There's a little smirk as Zeyta takes the offered flask, but then Linny turns her attention out to the Sands. "Figured I ought to bring a backup, too," she says as she pulls another flash out of her cleavage. "With all of those eggs, we'll be here awhile."

As the bronze approaches Ulrik, Chyrean's breath catches, hands clenching harder together and then she gasps when they don't part. That's impression, right? She's elated, she's sad, and now it's to Catryn's hair that Chy watches.

"You know that suff makes you look like shit, right?" K'vvan, who has no interest in being polite right now. Can he get a public raise out of Zeyta? MAYBE?

Cue a N'tael who is dumbfounded for a SINGLE SECOND before he's up on his feet and cheering loudly, "DIYA YOU DID IT, DIYA!!!!!" And he's just going to sweep the closest people around him into hugs of GLEE. DIYA IMPRESSED GUYS.

Zeyta is the epitome of frost-queen calm despite the liquid fire churning in her belly and the gnat buzzing in her ear, trying to raise her heckles. "K'vvan. Don't cause a diplomatic incident. I rather like being welcomed at Southern. I can't afford to be banned from another Weyr." Which means she'll huddle closer to Linny and probably whisper in her ear about the greenrider as he sits RIGHT THERE.

"Zeyta, people here know you. They know me. We'd HARDLY cause a dipomatic incident. Seriously. K'ane wouldn't even know what to do with us." Zeyta gets a toothy grin from K'vvan as he leans towards her to try to hear those whispers. Come one.

You overhear Zeyta mutter, "You know he … had twins … … … Iliad … … again so … all … … … now. … … … … … aunt and … … okay … …" to Linny.

"Zeyta," K'vvan's voice calm, "Did you just call yourself old again?"

Zeyta says, "I'll never age a day in my life thanks to that swamp mud I peddle in the bazaar."

"You buy your own witch oil? Isn't that a little dangerous?" K'vvan quips back, an eyebrow arched upwards.

Jedi is totally still here; and at one point, she even reclaimed her twins. Somehow. Totally just here and watching.

Linny laughs at Zeyta, thoroughly enjoying this gossiping game.

You overhear Linny mutter, "And then there's … fact … he was … … … … … … and … the … of … … … daughters. … … … … Pern … … … … … … another." to Zeyta.

K'vvan is going to just be distracted by the sudden GOLD on the sands. "Holy Shit. TWO?"

"Well, fuck." Th'seus laughs and leans his arms on the back someone's chair. The person looks pissed. He doesn't care.

F'in whistles low. "Wow." Some bookmakers just made a mint or lost everything.

Even Yules leans in for this, counting them once. Twice. Just to be sure. "Are you counting the same thing I'm counting?"

"T'ZAIM." That's K'ane. "T'ZAIM WE DID NOT PLAN FOR THIS."

K'vvan cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, not expecting to be heard, "I hope you all got extra rags on hand for them!"

From the sands below, "T'ZAIM," that's K'ane, "T'ZAIM, WE DID NOT PLAN FOR THIS."

Jedi yelps. "TWO!?"

Lisette is in the stands. She points and laughs at T'zaim for Arianne. "HEY THEZ! YOUR JOB IS GOING TO SUCK REAL SOON."

A gold on the sands, even if there are two of them, will always earn a soft little smile from Linny, her mind wandering back so many Turns ago to her own time on the Sands, when Kaelidyth burst from her egg first to find her. And so, instead of being a gossipy gal, she watches both of them to see who they pick.

Zeyta says, "Two. TWO." Yep, that miraculous occurrence rips Zeyta away from petty squabbles and prevents further words with the plug of the flask to her mouth. It all goes down her throat. Afterward, "I'm not going to be able to between home.""

"You can use my bed." See how kind K'vvan is to Zeyta as he sits back down, a hint of a tear of laughter rolling down his face. "78 fucking dragons and two queens. Poor suckers."

At the emergence of two golds, Varvara rises to her feet, a broad smile playing across lovely features. She puts a hand to her breastbone, "Oh my." She watches with rapt attention at the two weaving their way across the sands. This will be… What? She doesn't even have thoughts to encompass to idea.

Yules is busy studying the two girls who just impressed the gold dragonets. Shhhh. "Curious," she says absently.

"Well. Is it done?" If there was popcorn K'vvan would totally pop it into his mouth right now. Mood killer anyone?

Jedi would kick K'vvan's shin. If she were anywhere near him right now.

From the sands below, All that remain now are new dragons and old eggshells, and K'ane stepping forwards with a vaguely dazed look on his face. Eighty eggs, all hatched, all Impressed — he skirts around the last trio to go to wave a bluff hand at those remaining. "Candidates," he announces, his voice rough with emotion. His face falters a moment, then: "I've been where you stand now. Yours was not here t'day, but that does not mean they will not be there time next." He glances once over his shoulder to Hannah and Bailey, and T'zaim on the sidelines, before he turns back. "Go get drunk," he simply ends. Then, to the galleries at large: "Ardstelle's feast is set!"

A random six Turn old does it for her. Right at the kneecap.

Jedi totally hi'5's that kid later. Might track the kid down, expressly for that purpose.

"Shit! KID." UGH. And K'vvan's going to peace out on that Assault. Little bitch. :(

F'in has been watching the proceedings in awe. His mouth hanging open and everything. Klah gone cold. He sits back when it's all over just blinking. Whoa.

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