In which Nolee and Aiemera (and about 13 others) find new friends

Ista Weyr Beach: North(#522RJMs)

Sunset at the beach: as the cool wind blows in from over the waters, the sallow sun slips below the wave-tossed sea that fades from green to black. The light of Rukbat washes the beach, the forests to your south, and the great black rock of the Weyr behind you in crimson light. The stars climb up over the Weyr and the plateau to your east, rising above the mist cast by the dancing waterfall that glows in a million firey rainbows. The black sands of the beach stretch for kilometres to the north and south, following the shoreline of the plateau. Below the pastel beauty of the blue-green sunset sky to the west, the dark smudges of the Ista Isles float on the sea, like the coils of some mythical monster.

The wet summer season oppresses the island with high humidity and sweltering temperatures.
To the northwest, a bridge arches over the stream. To the south, the beaches continue to where long docks stretch far into the bay.

Kairad comes wandering up from the waterfall area, looking a little damp, perhaps having gotten too close to the falling water. His eyes widen as he notices so many people around on the beach, at first hesitating a little. Then, though, he notices the humming. Hesitantly, he starts moving closer to the source.

Hooded-eyed and lazy, Jasia ambles down from the plateau, pausing where sand meets path to slip off her shoes. Something wary skims her face as the band of children race past, but then her attention catches on the forming crowd. She's inclined to be curious today, it seems, and as such changes her course to head for the group instead. "Shards," she mutters at the sight of eggs -- and abruptly the reason for her own green's humming is made clear. Well, duh.

Winter's Beauty Egg twitches uneasily in the mound of sand - as if made uncomfortable by all the heat - perhaps it fears it should melt in the warmth of the world at last?
Malicith launches off the plateau high above, and glides to a landing on the dark sand within minutes.

Malicith has arrived.

Larian feels somewhat like a stick in a tidal wave, borne along on the exuberance, not to mention, press of the other people that end in a soft 'thump' by the clutch. She stares downward in bemusement, and then hurriedly starts looking around, patting her pouch, gnawing on her lip, anxiety brushing color on her cheeks til someone comes round with the smelly fish. She accepts a couple, gingerly, nose wrinkling up in instinctive eeew reaction.

Cynara ahas. "There you are, Gerand." She moves. "Oh, hey...firelizard hatching. Care for some company, Twilight?" Although, judging by how she's heading for the eggs, she doesn't really much care for her little blue's opinion on the matter. "I was hoping you were here, found something at Igen that might help you with that project of yours, but...I bet eggs win out over even that." The teenager grins to the journeyman. And she'll take some fish, might as well give it a try. "How about we talk after they're done hatching?"

S'reit has arrived.
Malicith launches into the air, and flies up to the high plateau.

Nolee, bringing along her pack as usual, stumbles over her own feet as she treads along. "Ouch!" she exlaims, looking at them intently as though they'd grown something strange while she wasn't looking. The noise drifts toward her ears at just about the same time the gathering crowd comes into view, and she experimentally hums aloud on the same line, trying to be in tune and failing. "Is it another earth tremor? A long long one?" she wonders, coming closer. "Fish? Sure, I could use a bite to, oh. Raw ones?" Shrug. We'll try that, too.

Elindath launches off the plateau high above, and glides to a landing on the dark sand within minutes.
Linnea vaults down Elindath's side to the ground, using her foreleg as a step.

Gerand reaches for a piece of the fish as he hears Cynara's greeting, giving her a nod as he says, "Hey, Cynara... sure, be glad to talk after this chaos is finished." he glances over as one of the eggs begins to shake, "Only m'second one of these.." he remarks with a smile, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, fish held at the ready.

Drek ducks under a bunch of snapping towels, and grunts as he sprawls over a small lad's foot, trying really hard not to knock the kid down. That brings him in a skid, chest first, through the sand. Oh...eggies. Crossing his bend legs, chin on a hand, he stares, mesmerized. Someone drops a half a fish on his head and laughs before dancing away.

Glittering Gold Egg gives a violent shake - sending a small shower of black sand onto the Climbing Vines Egg - which retaliates with a roll towards the former, striations appearng across its verdant surface.

Jasia considers those in her immediate vicinity -- looking for a familiar face, like as not, though upon failing to find one she turns her attention to Elys. The little green is trilling desperately, as if her life depends on how loud and enthusiastic she can be, and the brownrider favors her with a thin smile for it. "Shut up, darling; you're deafening us all." She reaches for the bowl of fish and, in an attempt to quiet the 'lizard, shoves a good sized piece into her mouth.

Reachian blue and green swerve down out of the sky, thin and noxious laughter trailing on prevailing Istan breezes from the pointing form of the male's rider. The dragons perch on black sands and leave their riders, after which the blue rumbles narrow-voiced disapproval, nose lifted high, then slithers skyward again to alight on the plateau and preen his pride. His rider observes the crowd with similarly lifted nose, eyes skeptical and narrowed. "I smell... terrible little creatures," S'reit sniffs mincingly, peering through the gathering with piercing, washed gaze for the source of interest.

Winter's Beauty Egg won't be beaten to the punch so quickly and with one loud crack, the egg shatters outwards - shards falling as soft as the first snow of the season.

Winter's Beauty Egg cracks open, and a Frost-Dusted Blue Hatchling tumbles out.

With a puff of wintery wind, this little fellow has been showered in shimmering frozen blue. His hide is a frosted blue of glacial ice, cool and seemingly transparent in its lustrous depth. This dour hatchling's wings are touched with an exceeding fragile look - similar to that of individual flakes woven together to pattern his wingsails while streaks of a slightly lighter shade of blue trim his wing's edges in a slow-melt pattern. Highlights of 'icicles' streak across each 'finger' in the wing, adding to the illusion of a thawing winter. Cool, aloof, and oh-so alone, this most lovely of blues is almost untouchable in his somber determination toward the grim, the glum, and the sour. Small, sharp, crystalline claws (like shards of glass or a mirror) gleam a dangerous warning to those who would try to poison the world with light and good cheer, though if one looks close enough there can be seen a faint flush of color gracing his chest. It's difficult to make out - and even more difficult to place - but the hide carries just enough of a hint of a pale pink to make it reminiscent of a rose buried deep under ice, its perfection eternal.

Amidst the crowd, Nolee is spotted. Aiemera looks thoroughly relieved at such, and begins weaving her way through the crowd toward the other. Still looking hesitant and quite tense at the number of people about, she tries to find a spot next to the other. "Nolee, there you are..." A pause to study the eggs and the fish the other holds, "I.. um.. when you're done with this-" A motion to the eggs in general, "Do you think you'll have a moment?"

Cynara nods a little bit, and moves to find a comfortable spots. The blue who flew off now returns to her shoulder, settling onto it and hummmmming. In her ear. "Twilight, point your nose towards the eggs, would you, dear, it's them you're welcoming, not me." No such look. She settles onto the sand with her fish, positioning it towards the clutch...just as a blue hatches. "Murr. A blue...a really /pale/, blue. She doesn't specifically wiggle fish at the hatchling, but considers it for a few moments.

Kairad zig-zags his way through the crowd, squeezing between people as best as he can manage, small form not taking up much space. Working to get close, he finally moves within view of the shaking eggs. His eyes go even wider as he sees the egg crack open, watching the little blue and seeming frozen in place.

Ashewyn has arrived.

Larian glances around again, fish in one hand, hide in the other. So many people, so little space, and so she tries turning sideways, caught as a duo of dockworkers hasten over, like a girl overboard between two ships the tide is pushing. "Aghhh?"

"Quite the pale little fellow alright." Gerand remarks in response to Cynara's observation, and just smiles as he holds out the fish at the ready. "If you're hungry, little fellow, we've all got food for you." the Harper offers.

Aisha is truly becoming curious when she sees that people seem to be bunching around something, though she's not quite sure what is going on. Wondering if something is wrong she runs up the beach, almost out of breath when she finally reaches the crowd. Suddenly her little green firelizard Marina bursts out of /between/ chittering wildly before settling on her shoulder. The green's eyes whirl a bright yellow in color, showing that the firelizard is excited about something. Only when the little green starts to hum does she understand what it truly going on. She looks down and sure enough the people are surrounding a basket with several eggs. Not having seen a firelizard hatching in quite a while she is thrilled to have stumbled upon one. Pulling out a few slices of wherry meat she'd kept in a leather pouch to feet Marina, she heads closer to the basket and managed to find herself a spot near the corner of it. Her firelizard chitters indignantly when she realizes that Aisha intends to give away her food, but there's not much she can do about it. She looks over to find herself standing next to a person who has shoulder knots showing they are from Igen. She looks over at Cyara and grins, "Ah I believe I've seen you around before, though we've never met formally. May I ask you name?" She asks the woman curiously.

Attention caught by unfamiliar dragons, Jasia glances away from the clutch and raises a hand to S'reit. "Ista's duties to..." A pause, here, as she searches him for a knot, before she eventually adds, "High Reaches and her queens." The extent of her politeness reached, the young woman nods towards the bluerider and notes wryly, "I hadn't realized humming carried well enough to be heard even up there."

Elindath's arrival and departure come quickly, the dark and unattractive green coming to barely to rest on the ground below, her rider barely finding time to hop free before the dragon's aloft, playfully chasing blue Malicith's tail as he climbs. Linnea stands with a frown on her thin lips, her hands finding her hips. "That isn't very polite for a greeting, bluerider. We're guests here, remember?"


Glittering Gold Egg gives the Frost-Dusted Blue bare moments in the spotlight - hardly enough time for him to get up and shake goo off of his head before pops are sounded, almost as heralding trumpets, and out spills another hatchling.

Glittering Gold Egg cracks open, and a The True-Hero Bronze Hatchling tumbles out.

Drenched in a deep, copper-licked burnished bronze is the color this elegant firelizard presents to the world. Supple hide is grafted perfectly to his slenderly muscled form. Wedged head is full of sharp angles, arrow-like in its composition. Crowning and covering his bronzen head is a brush of verdant green shadow with a feathery streak of brown and a wispy almost pearl shade mixed with it on the left side - just behind his polished headknobs. Limber strength dwells within the sculpted extremities. Were this beast a true man, he'd have the perfect legs for a real hero's choice of dress (tights!). His hind-quarters carry the slightest tint of a forested green - like the barest bunch of lively moss clinging to a chunk of discarded bronze shiny from a stay in a cozy riverbed. The tip of his tail is a sharp tip rested on a slim rounded length of color - narrower than most. All in all, this firelizard has the look of one who'd fit the bill for anyone in need of a hero.

Ashewyn is being dragged behind a young man a few turns older than she, and bearing a striking resemblance to her. "C'mon, Ashe, keep up. Kianth said they've found a clutch here, and I don't want to miss it." The young bluerider, as his knot proclaims, grips the girl's wrist and tugs her forward. The pair come to a halt near the gathering, and he digs in his beltpouch for a small paper-wrapped bundle. "Dangle these when one hatches that catches your fancy, and maybe you'll get one. I intend to." Ashe inches away from her companion and weighs the bundle thoughtfully, tugging open the paper to see several strips of jerked meat inside. "I see," she says thoughtfully. "Bet I get one before you do, A'ryn." The rider just laughs.

Nolee pushes her pack up over her shoulders, doing her best to secure it in place lest anything further meets its destruction against the rocks. "Aiemera!" she calls, recognizing the other as well, making a bit of room by stepping back. "Have some fish? I think they're having a fry or something, though I don't smell a fire. Oh, did one of them break open? That's not a bowl. It looks alive. Goodness." Alarmed, she nods to her companion. "Yes, of course I will have a moment. It's not like I do anything, after all. Other than, uh, chores of course."

"The noise of a crowd of -people- drowns out even the annoying buzz of those -things," S'reit primly informs Jasia, lifting a hand in a wave every bit as casually polite as hers - and thusly completely at odds with the lilt of his unpleasant voice. "And you all look like a bunch of fish flopping about on shore, milling around like lost drudges. But! I see you're -really- regular, decent Istans." Somehow, the inflection of 'decent' makes the phrase sound like he means it as an oxymoron. Decent Istans. Intelligent Holders. Chaste Harpers. You know, like that. "Linnea, manners. I meant -them-," he adds, sidelong to his companion?, with a point toward the clutch. Perfect timing: upon the outstretched finger's waggle, the little bronze breaks free of shell.

Drek threshes around, trying not to get stepped on, but hey, he LIKES this postion, down on the sand. The dropped fish sticks to his head, and he reaches up, fingers yanking on it, must be a scale or two stuck in a snarl. And so, Drek snarls silently, face all scrunched up, fish determined to be a head ornament. Then he goes completely silent, staring at the little bronze.

Cynara grins at Aisha. "Hey there...see somebody else had great timing on their visit to Ista." At which point, she becomes distracted by the bronze hatching. "Gerand, look...a bronze." She moves her fish a little closer to the metallic. "I know some people who would be so jealous if I came back with a bronze firelizard," she says, with a grin, "But you should try for him too. He's gorgeous." A pause. "Pretty eggs, too. I should try to get some of the shards for Thipichi, he likes to make things out of them."

Gerand tries quite hard to focus on only the hatching firelizards, but manages to be just distracted enough by his Harper-trained ears to turn his head away just as the golden egg shatters to reveal the young bronze. As he turns his head back, he realizes what he missed, "Where'd -he- come from...?" he murmurs, hand still extended with fish between fingers, simply making it available to any set of jaws that might be so inclined.

Larian really wants to breathe, and as a result she moves so she can elbow the two burly dock-dudes. It's a pointed enough gesture that they smile weakly, suck in their manly chests and allow her to squeeze out. And that leaves her outside the first ring of admiring fans.

Wall from the World Egg wiggles a bit as holes begin being poked from the inside out of this towered egg, knocking out 'stone by stone' in order to be free.

Wall from the World Egg cracks open, and a Sheltered, Long-tailed Beauty Green Hatchling tumbles out.

This dainty firelizard's body is a lush shade of green, a vibrant emerald reminiscent of fresh spring verdure. She is crafted in such a way that her curves are soft, her body long and slender. Her coloring compliments her shape, with shadows in just the right place to add depth. And no fleck of sand will ever mar this silky hide, as she keeps herself clean with an abundance of preening. Her color breaks its continuity only on her smooth underbelly, where the green is tinged with a pale gold. The color seems almost 'creamy' there, as one who's not seen near enough sun. It does fade into deep green on the underside of her tail, eventually melding into nonexistence as the verdant hues take precedence. The tail itself is exceptionally long and sturdy for a firelizard, allowing her to easily grab a hold of anything she takes a liking to, especially any human with a hand that feeds, though it takes effort to control (perhaps there more for show than for practicality). In contrast, her wings are more fragile than any other bit of her and have a look of impracticality to them - seeming slightly too small for her, perhaps their growth stunted slightly - but they'll bear her weight after practice. Her claws are a darker hue, shiny and sharp from her continued primping, but despite this sharpness, she is as gentle as any lady should be.

"Fish?" Querying it with a wrinkle of her nose, Aiemera none the less accepts a piece. If only not to seem out of place. Squinting toward the area of commotion, she snorts softly, "I think now would be a bad time for a 'shake, don't you?" Openly, she motions to the large crowd while drawing an arm tightly around her middle "I have a couple 've questions. They really shouldn't take long. It's about.. you know what." Phrasing the last in a whisper audible only to Nolee, Aiemera offers the younger girl a grin, "Good news, I promise."

The cracking of the second egg seems to snap little Kairad from his nervous/awed staring, and he bounces excitedly, smiling, looking to the bronze, then the green, and finally the brown. Then, though, he blinks and looks quickly around, asking loudly, "What do I do?" The question is asked so fast it somewhat blends together, however.

Jasia shifts her shoulder, allowing Elys to obtain a firmer perch, and slowly raises a brow in response to S'reit's words. Linnea receives a nod and a second, "Ista's duties," and then the brownrider says mildly, "Well, congratulations, bluerider. You've just joined the ranks of said flopping fish and milling drudges. I hope you enjoy yourself." She speaks as primly as he does -- mocking him, perhaps, but there's a careful cast of politeness in her voice. In the meantime, her green is beginning to croon, looking quite approvingly at the two males that have hatched thus far.

Drek mutters, "Kid, you get some adult to hand you over some fish, awwwing as they pat yer little head. Then get yer butt down here and waggle the fish at a firelizard, and awww at them too. Chances are yer so cute you'll get taken."

And then, there's a green. Cynara grins, and elects to not concentrate on the bronze quite so much, settling a little, but making sure her fish is within reach of the hatching babies. Twilight hums even more loudly as a green hatches and she rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know what /your/ favorite color is." Somehow, the blue manages to look innocent. "Don't rob the sands, Twilight!"

Larian is caught by the beautiful green, bouncing up and down, up and down, trying to see over thick shoulders and thicker heads. The fish flop around in a disgusting parody of her bouncing.

Ashewyn ignores A'ryn as he digs his elbow into her ribs, but she scoots over a little to let the excited bluerider in. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she notices the way he dangles his meat between his fingers and copies his example, letting the jerky hover just above the sand from between two of her fingers. She shakes it slightly, eyeing the green and bronze equally. Neither seems to be favored by her, though her brother is obviously trying to attract the male of the pair.

Linnea notices Jasia in the crowd, realizing that they and their large targets have been spotted and identified, and she ducks her head into her hands for a moment. "See? Out on business, and in trouble already. I should never have agreed to leave the weyr with you." Louder, she puts on a semblance of politeness. "Duties from Reaches, and we didn't mean to interrupt. S'reit.." a pause, and from the expression on her face, Li is thinking of comparing the bluerider to a soured fish, though she clamps it down after Jasia suggests he's, or they're, one with the drudges now, "..is with me," she lamely finishes, apologetic for his stunning behavior.

The True-Hero Bronze Hatchling catches sight of his sister as she breaks free of her prison and in a clumsy rush of wings and feet he's hurtling the short distance to her side - only to land in the sand beside her. Perhaps that was too majestic a move for his first in the world. The Frost-Dusted Blue, however, doesn't seem imclined to pay any heed to those wiggling their meats or those silly siblings of his - instead casting his attention to the glittery shards in the sand, nudging them about with his feet as he begins walking about.

Startled by the bronze's sudden appearance at her side the newly hatched Sheltered, Long-tailed Green recoils, scooting back on the sands, right off the edge of the basket and into a pathetic pile on the ground, a creel directed upwards towards the meat lingering above.

Sheltered, Long-tailed Beauty Green Hatchling stumbles towards Cynara.

S'reit smirks at Jasia, if anything pleased that she's risen somewhat to his bait. He tips his head off in another direction, though, as if overhearing something - quite intentionally so - and chuckles a sympathetically sneering laugh at what he's heard Drek say. It distracts him long enough to miss Linnea's introductions - but the source of the words heard escape the Reachian bluerider. Instead of investigating further, he glances back at his companion and makes a grab for her elbow, next to steer her toward the hubbub. "Grab a fish," he advises. "I -do- expect you want one, of course? Perfect companion for a girl living alone." Cruelly, he turns his smirk on the greenrider, then casts about for where the bucket might be now.

Drek whooots, chest coming half up off the sand in a little semi-push-up. "That's it, you go, you bronze baby. Gotta help the giiirllls," it's not exactly a sneer, but it's close. He's grinning anyway, and bits of the fish he's trying to get out of his hair are spinning onto the sand.

Shaking at its Poorest Foundations, the Poorest Foundations egg begins to quiver, quake, and before one can do so much as meow, it crumbles about its occupant.

Poorest Foundations Egg cracks open, and a Elegant Booted Brown Hatchling tumbles out.

The clear brown of a catseye gem winking in the morning sunlight, this hatchling gleams with the gentle shine of one carefully groomed. Threads of shadowed color chase across his hide like tufts of fur, tracing up his snout in an odd resemblance to whiskers. A dull brown band, darkened like the leather of a boot, caps each foot. With the lithe, thin limbs of a feline, this 'lizard has a sharp edge, from his wickedly curved talons to the devious gleam that lurks in his cool eyes. His strength is subtle, lurking in his shrewd, cunning mind rather than the might of muscle.

Nolee looks quite apprehensive at Aiemera's hushed mention of 'you know what,' though her promise of positive news brings back her genial smile. "You had me worried for a moment, there. True, it would be a bad time for, oof," someone's elbowing into the circle catches her mid-rib. After a hoarse laugh, she succeeds at recapturing her breath. "Anything on fire in that tight circle," she concludes, trying to keep her grip on the slippery fish parts she's accepted. She ends up holding a part connected to two fins, and she parts them, making the fish chunk swim through the air, dive near the ground. "Glub glub, fishy. Wouldn't one of them like some flying fishy?"

It's...Twilight's fault. That's right...when the green falls right below her hand, she glances at the pathetic hatchling, and then it takes her fish...and Impression is made. Cynara grins a bit. "You win, Twilight..." Then melts. "But she /is/ beautiful..." Really beautiful. "She needs a name," she murmurs, as she gently lifts the hatchling onto her arm, continuing to feed her and moving back so those not yet impressed can have a fairer chance.

Gerand casts his gaze over toward Cynara, "Congratulations, Cynara!" the Harper smiles, turning his head back to the pair still flopping about, trying to get themselves oriented. Despite the blue's lack of interest in the surrounding horde of people - the Harper himself seems to try and withdraw from most of the crowd - he continues holding out and wiggling that fish, glancing between both blue and bronze.

Larian looks over at the rider contingent, face closing down into something quiet, contained, and blank. A little chacha step gets her into a spot that opens just for a moment, and she hunkers down so she can see what's going on. The fish dangle in a crossed shape from her fingers, and at the sight of the brown, her face flushes in excitement and she leans out, splayed fingers in the sand, fish high enough to tempt, but not too high. Maybe.

Aiemera's response to Nolee is quite belated, given her attention has finally picked up the fact that there are firelizards moving from the eggs. And with the crowd around them, her amazement is self-explanatory. "Shells." Muttered quietly, Aiemera glances toward Nolee to catch the other's reactions, and to offer a hushed, "Mostly good news. You know there's no such thing as all good news." Aiemera would like to say more, but the elbowing of Nolee finds her reacting instinctively - her own fish is dropped and Aiemera scrambles out of the way to avoid any elbowing herself. An abashed look is sent to Nolee as Aiem stoops to retrieve and dry-brush the fish.

Now their just popping up left and right as the Protection is Blood Red Egg and the For the most Beautiful, a Rose Egg crack open to reveal their occupants

Protection is Blood Red Egg cracks open, and a Good Enough to Eat Green Hatchling tumbles out.

Even after this young green is shelled she has a 'cloaked' appearance, a deep, dark green like treetops on a cloudy night - occasional tinges of a subtly lighter shade breaking through the canopy that drapes from this lizard's head and on all the way down her back and the tops of her dainty wings. She'll always be on the small side, and her manner is ever one that is suggestive of a young firelizard. She may never learn not to be curious. The sleek, silken darkness on the green's back makes an abrupt change to a much brighter, young-spring-grass green on her underbelly. This color loops from a line on her muzzle where the 'hood's edge would fall and down to the tip of her tail, filling up the underside of her delicate wingsails. All in all, she's a tender, slender, succulent, spry creature, and just good enough to eat (or so a wherry would think).

Kairad looks to Drek, and smiles at his muttered comment, apparently having heard enough. He looks around quickly, getting an adult to hand him a fish taking too long for him, the four-turn-old goes searching the feet of the adults for any dropped pieces. Finding a piece of fish after a moment he grabs it and stands back up, moving closer again and holding it out to wave it at the firelizards, a bit more exagurrated motions than might be needed.

For the most Beautiful, a Rose Egg cracks open, and a Cuddly Beast Bronze Hatchling tumbles out.

Big, burly, and with a bit of chub, this bronze-hided fellow is sure to be one of the largest of his kind, though his bit of 'roundness' in form suggests 'teddy bear' rather than 'horrid monstrosity'. Metallic hide is traced with coppery-brown designs - almost tribal in their mock-up - granting him a rather 'primitive' appearance. His head has particularly peculiar coloring - the smooth bronze of his body becoming streaky along his neck and melded with the copper and brown up along his muzzle to give his face a faux shaggy look - like an unkempt mane. His wings are a deeper shade of the bronze of his body - looking a tad 'rusted' and etched in a way that gives the mental image of something old, worn and cracking from age. His tail is thick, and swabbed with loopy patterns - like that of a wire scrub brush, chaos coating that section of his soft hide.

Zyseirn walks down the high plateau, and arrives down on the beach after long minutes of hiking.

Jasia sends a brief glance skimming to A'ryn, and determines shortly afterwards that the other Istan rider is likely useless so far as interweyr politics goes. She doesn't seem to trust herself to be polite, however, and simply turns her attention to the hatching firelizards, the brown of which receives a faintly conspiring smile. She's biased. But then her gaze is caught by the two newest hatchlings, and she finally thinks to dangle the bite of fish she's caught between her fingers. "I hope you don't mind company," she mutters as an afterthought to Elys.

Ashewyn really doesn't seem picky. She's offering the meat to all and sundry, making it dance at the ends of her fingers like some wild creature she's caught. A'ryn pauses briefly to watch her and leans over, whispering, "You really should pick one to try for. If you just hold it there like that, none of them will come for it." She wrinkles her nose at him and ignores his advice, leaving him to sigh and continue to try and coax the first bronze to his own dangling piece of meat. "How can I pick a favorite," she retorts in a soft whisper, "when they're all so unique?" Jasia's glance isn't even seen. The young rider can barely be out of Weyrlinghood. Useless isn't half of it.

Larian holds her ground, using her sharply pointed elbow now and then when the sway and crush of people threated to break in a wave right over her. So many little beauties, she can't keep track from the fast darting of her eyes. A hard knock smacks her almost into the sand, her hair falling over her face and effectively blocking her view.

Well, that's one more damsil saved. All in a days work. And the bugle from the True-Hero Bronze shows his pride in having accomplished the task of helping Cynara's new green find her way to her. And off he goes - a daring leap to the sands a hand-length below - basket entrenched as it is. His hunt is not long in going, though, for soon enough the boots of a Harper man are being scaled as if they were mighty tree-trunks.

The True-Hero Bronze Hatchling stumbles towards Gerand.