Candidate's Barracks

The dome-shaped ceiling presents a vibrant mural of Weyrlife with beautiful scenes depicting hatchings, wing practice, weyrlings and daily routines of the residents. Dark oak bunks pile three high across two walls with built-in cubicles with the cots for the candidate's items. Veins of rose quartz mingle with pearly white and trapped green beryl to form a flawless floor. Several light pine fold-tables and benches squeeze in a corner to offer workspace, temporary classroom and leisurely spot to chat over klah in the rare moments of free time. The small hearth provides for some light along with the hanging quartz baskets for glows. A lingering scent of sweetsand, oil, klah and sweat merge to the familiar candidate smell.

You see Apollo, Asherah, Myrrdin, Enygma, Titaynia, Vincent, Rogue, Jester, and Pebble here.

Jondalar and Lyllya are here.

Obvious exits:

South Corridor

Merdan turns and smiles at Lyllya and then nods at Jondalar. "How were chores today? I was cleaning the baths this morning and scrubbing hides clean this afternoon."

Lyllya frowns. "Chores. I think mine have been double what they were.. and if I don't see something other than the inside of these walls I think I'm going to go insane." Not that she has far to go now. A sigh is given as the weaver candidate resettles the white material upon her lap. "Sorry, just feeling a little shut in."

Merdan nods "Yes, though keeping busy has made it a bit easier for me." He plunks down the laundry and begins to sort through it. "Every time they give me laundry, something needs mending, and some of it... " ugh " just needs to be sent to the rag pile. I wish I didn't have to mend those bits." he points at a few tattered aprons and other items.

Lyllya eyes the pile of tattered garments. "Need help? I'll go blind if I look at this white anymore." If only she could just add one ribbon, just /one/. "And my kit is already out. Might as well do something a little different."

Merdan smiles "I was hoping you would ask. Want to sit on my bunk with me, it would make the whole task that much easier." He takes up one of the tatters and reaches for the patch cloth he brought for the task. "I have only a limited selection of patch cloth, but most of this is working clothing and aprons, so it shouldn't matter that much."

Lyllya shakes her head. "I don't know, we're supposed to be.. well, I'd better just put a pile on my cot." That said, the ex-weaver grabs an arm full of the items to be mended and plops them down upon her blanket. "You know, I wonder about some of the things that people insist upon keeping.." When they could have such lovely new things.

Merdan looks at Lyllya "From what I have seen, it's just a matter of using what they have for what it is useful. Aprons are aprons, and a nice new one becomes a tattered old one far too quickly. Keeping them white means bleaching, and that can wear the cloth out quite fast, as you know." He applies the patch material and begins to sew it to the tear in an apron.

Kylorin has connected.

Lyllya begins patching a rather abused pair of trous, nodding at Merdan's words. "Ah well, we do have to be kept busy." Sigh. "I suppose I'm just moody because of the weather, that's all." And the dampness is doing terrible things to her hair, but that's beside the point. "Maybe the weather will break soon."

Kylorin walks in, or is it him? The candidate who just entered is dressed in drab grey and black, even the hair tie that keeps his dark hair neat is but a plain brown leather. "Hi guys." he waves in a sort of quiet manner, punctuated by a sudden crack of thunder outside. "Shells, the weather outside is getting worse."

Lyllya simply _looks_ at Kylorin, mouth agape for a moment before memory kicks in, reminding her to pick her jaw up off of the floor. "No sign of it breaking yet?" Somehow, she would almost prefer snow.. almost. "Care to join in the mending." Hey, at least he can handle bright clothing, even if he can't wear it.

Merdan nods "I hope so. Some folks are getting downright edgy. One of the weyrfolk was awful insistant that I scrub the privy /really well/. I hope she wasn't disappointed at my work." Glancing up at Kylorin, he groans "I really didn't want to know that."

Thanial has connected.

Roller appears from **BETWEEN**

Jondalar has disconnected.

Roller appears from ::between:: and then glides over towards one specific human pet. Landing beside Lyllya, he chirrups questioningly, before offering a forepaw, where a message is attached.

Kylorin looks almost embaressed to be seen like this. But frankly it probably looks great on him, now that the brightness of his clothing is no longer drawing interest away from his physical appearance. "No, the water's like everywhere. I think it's actually worse than yesterday." Making his way over to his cot (which pretty much says that yes, this is Kylorin and not his near identical brother Keiden), he sits down and eyes the mending. "Uh..I guess I should pitch in a hand." There's no where for him to go hide anyway. So he goes to grab tunic off the pile and for a set of needles and such as well. Does he even know what to do?

Blue Roller looks to Nandia.

Lyllya was about to speak, but is stopped by an entering 'lizard. "Now, what is.." The note is taken and read before the ex-weaver's face becomes nearly crimson. "Oh shells.. this /didn't/ follow me here..." Sigh. A message is scrawled out and put in place of the old before the messenger 'lizard is sent off upon its way. "Shards.. I may as well be at the hall." Pout.

Roller chirrups again, reaching out for a scritch before taking flight and dissapearing ::between:: again.

Roller disappears **BETWEEN**

Merdan does a double take on Kylorin and asks, in a very directed tone, "Who dressed you?" Smiling he adds, "You look positively stunning, excellent choice of clothing." Turning to Lyllya he asks "What?" with that petulant and peevish tone of voice that men get when they are left out of something.

Thanial wanders in, looking more like a drowned rat than a candidate. Everything about him just drips and he sloshes with every step. "That settles it," he grimaces, "Elisa's gone too far. I wasn't really bothering Delilah." Well, not overly much. "After all, /she's/ the one that started talking to me." Although Nial's the one that took it a step farther. "Still, sending me out in that," thunder crashes dramatically, "is just plain mean."

Kylorin peers over at Lyllya, before picking up needle and thread, actually managing to get a spool that matches the tunic reasonably. "What's wrong Lyllya? Message? Is there a problem?" he asks as he closes one eye, holding up the needle and licks the end of the thread to make it slightly stiff before trying to run it through the eye. He almost gives a start at Merdan's statement and blinks at him. "This drab old thing? Gah, Sabria made me put this on." Fortunately she didn't actually confiscate his stuff, Keiden's got them now. He finally manages to thread the needle, without too much difficulty, pulling through a good length of string before snipping it off the spool. He looks up and gapes at the drowned rat that is Thanial and almost looks cheered up. Almost.

Lyllya frowns. "Remember that horrid holder girl that I told you about, the one that wanted all of those blinding bits of trim and beedwork? Well, she wouldn't pay for what she ordered because she said my price was too high, honestly, I had to pay for the material. Well, the crate is still there, I was searched before I could dispose of it.. and now no one knows what to do with it, or where to put it." Any guesses as to what Lyl's first suggestion would be? Thanial is glanced at and given a rather dry look. "Oh, Thanial. You're looking.... better than I've ever seen you." Snicker. No. She did NOT say that.

Merdan nods at Lyllya's explanations. "Well, put it in stores, I say. Someone will want it. Either that or put all of it out in the fitting room, perhaps someone will ask for it to be fitted for them." After a glance at Thanial he grins but turns to Kylorin saying, "Well, I would say her taste in clothing is ... encourageing." He watches Kylorin as best he can to ensure he doesn't turn the repair work into a worse mess than the garment is already in. "Ah, Kylorin, have you done much sewing before?" Well, he at least threaded the needle.

Lyllya tosses her mending down. "Shardit all.. I just can't take this. I'm going to go find someplace quiet and.. and.. sit." And have a breakdown. Have a nice day.

Lyllya heads out for the corridor.

Kylorin doesn't want to /actually/ work here. He's just being slightly depressed. Okay, sulking. Seeing Lyllya pop up though, he blinks and puts down the tunic, rising to follow here. "Now, that's not good." He needed an excuse anyway.

Kylorin heads out for the corridor.

Thanial scowls, brushing a wet tendril from his forehead. "Well I'm overwhelmed." And he leaves, seeking sympathy elsewhere.

Thanial heads out for the corridor.

Merdan stands to follow the others out, not wanting to let Lyllya go unconsoled.

You head out for the corridor.

South Corridor

A long hallway with exits and rooms leading off of it, stretching for almost the entire length of the weyr. The ceilings have pipes running along it's length and peircing the walls and ceiling to feed rooms and the upper floors.

Thanial is here.

Obvious exits:

Great Hall Central Hallway Entry Hall Dry Storage Room Guest Rooms Candidate Barracks

You come out of the candidate barracks.

Thanial heads for the main hallway.

You walks for the Great Hall.

The Great Hall

Elaborate paintings and elegant tapestries hang on the walls of the vaulted hall, scenes of Weyr life both old and new depicted on them. Sturdy chairs, benches and well built tables are set all over the huge room, for the comfort and enjoyment of the spectacular view. Large window with ornately carved lintels are carved into the walls, protective shutters flanking each one, able to be close to protect from the chill of the night or the blustering of storms. When open, they allow any breeze, however slight, to blow into the Hall, cooling it off during the heat of the mid day.

Centered along each wall, sets of double doors are inset into the walls, each ornately carved and polished to a deep shine, usually propped open to allow for better air circulation. The hall is always busy, no matter the time or heat of day, as weyrfolk and riders alike come and go to partake of refreshments and meals or simply to gather and talk on any number of topics.

You see Shiny Brass Watermelon Trophy, Wineskin, Bebe, Isa, Persephone, Gazali, Hamlett, and Tara here.

Maile is here.

Obvious exits:

Entry Hall Central Hallway North Corridor South Corridor

You walk from the south corridor entrance.

You walk through the wide archway into the Central Hallway.

Central Hallway

A long, wide hallway stretches down through the interior of the Weyr, the towering ceiling so high the glowbaskets barely pierce the shadows above. Many doors line each side of the hall, each labled with a handpainted sign indicating what lies behind. Side tunnels branch off at each end of the hall as well as further into the mountain.

Thanial is here.

Obvious exits:

Great Hall Council Chambers Tunnel Stairs Kitchen Exits

You walk from the Great Hall.

Thanial enters the wide tunnel into the Hatching Grounds.

You enter the wide tunnel into the Hatching Grounds.

Tunnel to the Hatching Grounds

Carved from a natural split in the rock, a long tunnel goes from the main living section of the weyr deeper into the mountain. Leading into the Hatching sands, glow baskets are spaced periodically to illuminate the path to and from either end.

T'on and Thanial are here.

Obvious exits:

Entrance Sands Galleries

You enter from the central hallway.

Thanial walks up the stairs to the Hatching Grounds' galleries.

You walk up the stairs to the Hatching Grounds' galleries.

Galleries

Tiers painstakingly cut from the sides of the cavern wall line the sides around the tunnel reaching from the weyrbuilding. Lovingly smoothed down, cushions are scattered to provide more comfortable seating. Columns towards the back hold baskets of glows to light the darkness, illuminating the aisleways that run between each section of seating. The passages into the grounds also break through with light onto the hot sands in front of the galleries and down from the airway above.

You see Muir's Logging Machine, Maeve, Ginny, Saffire, Pirate, Traek, Sot, Khan, Penne, Icicle, Ego, Sweetpea, Venture, Iago, Guss, Oogle, Narciss, Starchild, Vrroom, Ioku, and Tasuki here.

Lyllya, Kylorin, Sabria, and Thanial are here.

Obvious exits:

Exit Ledges

You walk up the stairs from the Hatching Grounds' tunnel.

Lyllya simply pouts at Kylorin. She didn't exactly expect to be followed. What good is having a breakdown if you have to explain yourself later? Well, at least she'll have an audience, that's just as well. And then there's Thanial and Merdan. Her life is now complete. "Oh. Hello." Her breakdown put off until a later date, Lyl turns, giving Sabria a nod. "Managed to snag you some juice. The cooks promised a cold soup in a short while." See, even breakdowns can go along with chores.

Kylorin followed Lyllya indeed, needing an excuse to get out of his own funk by looking after someone else's. He comes up beside his fellow candidate and murmurs quietly. "You alright, Lyllya?" His eyes though are warily watching the weyrwoman. See? See? He did wear the damn grey and black. Brown being the only other color she is allowing him.

Thanial wasn't following, he was searching for sympathy. And someplace warm. Hence the Sands. "Keiden, Lyllya," he greets, feeling much better now that he's getting warm. Good thing he doesn't realize how odd he looks with steam rising from his hair and clothing. "Weyrwoman Sabria," he adds with a polite bow of greeting. "Merdan." Ah, the gang's all here.

Sabria reaches out for the juice, smiling at the offering. "Ah, thank you." She watches more candidates filing in and eyes each one almost as critically as the golden dragon not too far away on the Sands who became alert the moment the footsteps were heard. Kylorin is spotted and she smirks at the young man, nodding approvingly at the far less eye damaging hues of his clothing. At least he listens...when applied with a bat. ;) "Ah.. hmm, more of you here...good. Anyone interested in touching the eggs? Fabrinath's a bit edgy from the storm, but she's feeling better than the other day."

Lyllya nods at Kylorin, though a slight frown still clings to the ex-weaver's mouth. "Oh, fine, just feeling shut in. It's the weather, really." And it has nothing whatsoever with holder girls with high, nasal voices coming back to haunt her even in the weyr. "Touching?" Squeek. "Well, at least the weather will keep anymore twits from wandering out there.. hopefully." No, she's not sour, not at all."

Merdan raises both eyebrows in surprise "Fabrianth is settled then? Oh, and you have excellent taste in clothing Weyrwoman Sabria. Kylorin here is quite the dashing figure in this outfit you selected for him."

Thanial frowns and studies Kylorin, "Ky, is that you?" Forgive him, he had the Holder candidate confused with someone else. But there's something even more interesting than ribbing his fellow candie. "Touching the eggs? We're allowed to do that?" Alright, Nial's heard rumors, but he's inclined to disregard such foolishness.

Kylorin nods at Lyllya, not trying to press the issue, but trying to give her a more cheerful grin. "Alright. If you ever need to talk though..." Then he steps back and makes faces at the Weyrwoman, crossing his arms over his chest. Sometimes he just acts like a child still, a man one moment, a brat the next. Glancing back over his shoulder he blinks at Thanial. "I'm not Keiden." Merdan is given the same sulky look however. Just look at that outfit! Grey! Black! Okay, black's not so bad, but it's so..so...drab! It could use a little gold, maybe some silver too, and some red. Yeah, red. Oh, and some purple...

Sabria hides a smirk, then nods. "Thank you Merdan. Though all I did was limit what colors he could wear." Or she threatened to send Kylorin back to his cousin with a note about getting him to work..much harder. "Yes, quickly, before Fabrinath changes her mind again." The rider simply walks down the tiers and swings a leg over the railing, hopping down to the sands below.

Hatching Sands

Huge and echoing, it is by far the largest cavern beneath the mountain housing the Weyr. Heat rising from deep beneath the ground makes the imported sands just the right temperature for hardening dragon eggs, but creates a near stifling humid atmosphere. Darkness shadows the majority of the cavern despite what light cast by the gigantic tunnel overhead where the dragons enter or the multitudes of glowbaskets strung along the galleries. Closest to the ground tunnel are the risers and seats that form the Galleries, then farther into the back, yet another entrance leads off towards the weyrling barracks.

You see Covered Pot, Fabrinath, Tragic Trapped in Roses Egg, Egyptian Prince Egg, Casper the Friendly Eggie, Book of the Clow Egg, Shrine of Seiryuu Egg, Tweety Bird Egg, Eighth Level of Hell Egg, Righteous Combat Egg, Scottish Medieval Castle Egg, Shattered Hubris Egg, Shadowy Mecha Egg, Swingin' Sherwood Forest Egg, Down by the Sea Egg, Coveted Sea-Foam Egg, Crystalized Darkness Egg, Brush of an Angel's Wing Egg, Vines of Eternal Slumber Egg, and Kyrith here.

Sabria, Lyllya, Kylorin, and Thanial are here.

Obvious exits:

Entrance Galleries Dragon Hallway

You drop to the hot sands from the galleries' edge.

Sabria waits for the others to join her, then gestures for them to follow her up to the mound where Fabrinath presides. "Now, don't forget to give Her your respects!" she says in a loud whisper, stopping near the edge of the clutch. "Becareful too. She'll be watching. Just touch lightly. They're much harder now thankfully."

Lyllya eyes the gold warily for a moment before inching her way up to offer a bow. Slow, deliberate steps then take her to Brush of an Angel's Wing egg, laying one hand upon the surface lightly. The ex-weaver's fingers rest upon the warmth of the ovoid and she waits, watching the colors.

Kylorin hops over the rail too, this time not wearing any clothing that might catch or make too much of a distraction. You know, like a waving cape before a bull? Nice Fabrinath, good Fabrinath. He bows with practiced grace to the queen dragon, smoothly and deeply before straightening up. "I hope she /doesn't/ remember me." he murmurs before following behind Lyllya and reaches a hand out to that egg as well. "You like this one? It caught my eye too." he whispers as he trails his fingers over the Brush of an Angel's Wing egg.

Thanial follows Kylorin under the rail and pauses, intimidated by Fabrinath's size. Attempting to offer the queen a gallant bow, he stumbles slightly before falling to hands and knees. "Ooww! Ow! Ow! Hot!" Jumping up, he frantically brushes off the sand stuck to his knees and palms, looking disgusted. Turning to see if the other candidates noticed, he finds them entranced by their own experiences with the eggs. Following suit yet again, he makes his way towards the Shrine of Seiryuu egg, running a light finger across the dusky blue surface.

Merdan walks in Fabrianth's direction and bows respectfully, then backs away for a bit, and returns to the eggs, walking directly to the one which has held his unswerving attention each time he has gazed at the sands. He approaches the Book of the Clow egg cautiously but with apparent curiosity. He gently sets his palms on it's colorful and elaborate exterior.

Lyllya gives a nod. "This one and a few others," she whispers, still casting wary glances back at the gold. Somehow, the ex-weaver seems a little more relaxed now.. or, perhaps, it is the calm before the storm? The Down by the Sea egg is approached next, weaverly fingers tracing a pattern along the shell before full contact of palm is made. "This one is.. interesting."

Kylorin pauses for a moment as for a split second there seemed to be something just beneath his finger tips that didn't quite seem like hardening shell. He grins almost a little ruefully. Not the first time he's touched a dragon egg after all. Ten turns he's had to remember this weyr and this place, the dreams of how his life could have been different. Shaking it off, he grins at Lyllya before he parts from her, moving on through the scattered piles of eggs, approaching the Coveted Sea-Foam Egg next and laying a gentle hand upon it.

Fabrinath watches all the Candidates carefully, occassionally snorting almost disdainfully as she watches the young ones moving around like ants around her precious future offspring. Eyes whirling, but not really upset, she hunkers down, her head low but eyes wide open. Sabria makes a soft reassuring sound as she scritches an eyeridge, rising up on her toes just to reach. "It's okay love. They're not going to do anything to the eggs."

Lyllya gives Fabrinath a careful glance, her eyes darting to Sabria for a moment before, with a shake of her head, the weaver heads for the Book of the Clow egg. Movement is slow upon the heated sands but, soon enough, the candidate's hand rests upon the hardening shell of the ovoid and a deep breath is taken. "This one is very pretty."

Thanial wanders from the dark blue egg that reminds him of dragons, his head shaking while he studies his fingertips. He could have sworn... but no, he must be imagining things. Sloughing purposefully through the sands, he lets his feet carry him where they will. Seconds later he pauses in front of the Scottish Midieval Castle egg, letting his fingers trail along misty borders.

Lyllya blinks for a moment and then shakes her head, moving off to yet another egg. This time, Casper the Friendly Eggie is chosen, the weaver candie's hand resting upon it lightly, as if she were trying not to disturb the resident. "This one's rather nice, almost cute." If an egg can be cute.

Merdan looks a bit startled at the sensation of the egg, and what lies within, yet he moves on toward another of the eggs, this one more placid looking, yet also having some draw to the weaver. He stops before the Vines of Eternal Slumber egg and rests his palms on it.

Kylorin moves on as well, fingers lingering for a moment over the foamy whiteness of the egg before him. He moves on a bit away from the other candidates, stopping beside an egg that is almost the complete opposite of the one he had been examining a moment ago. The shadowy mecha egg is being caressed now, the blazing green that breaks through the dark colored shell absorbs his attention. "My gosh..if I could get that color onto a shirt..." It would be scary, that's what.

Lyllya shivers for a moment, though the heat of the sands is all around, and then steps back, giving a slight shake of her head. "Interesting..." Yep, that's the word for it. Tweety Bird Egg is chosen next, the weaver plotting a slow course through the sand to reach the ovoid. One hand is extended, and then the other, as contact is made. "Nice color, very nice." Hey, she's a weaver, she knows from style.

Thanial leaves the greys and blacks of the Scottish egg reluctantly, some elusive harmony still playing in his inner mind. Fingers play hopscotch over the remaining eggs before pausing to rest on the Brush of an Angel's Wing egg. Curiously tracing the pattern of one feather and then another, he speculates, "This one must be green." Of course, Nial has no past experience to draw upon, but it feels as if it were green to him.

Sabria has to agree with Lyllya, that the little pale egg she was touching does have a certain adorable quality to it, something about the patterning on it really pulls at the heart. Who knows what sort of dragon is in it though. She looks at the others and what they're doing, catching Kylorin's murmured phrase and in seeing the vivid flourescent green, she shudders slightly. Moving away from Fabrinath, she joins the Candidates, wandering around to peer at different eggs. But she doesn't touch them at all. Beside the girl in front of the bright sunny yellow egg, she peers at it. "If it wasn't for those two little blue spots on the shell, I'd almost say this one was big enough to house a gold." She squints. "Nah, couldn't be dye stains. How could it have happened, right?"

Merdan pauses a moment as if in reflection and then turns to notice another egg he had not paid much attention to, yet it draws him, with curiosity and some degree of pause. He turns toward Kylorin and says "Oh, just remember... grey, black or brown." He winks and then turns to look at the egg Sabria mentioned. After a moment he returns his attention the egg before him and puts his palms down on Brush of an Angel's Wing egg.

Lyllya tilts her head in thought for a moment. "I wouldn't say dye, but... I've heard.." Thoughts are collected within the weaver's head (Lots of room there, folks). "I've heard from Herders, though they were talking about firelizard eggs and the eggs of avians, that the eggs can be colored by what the mother eats, sometimes." And dye is just too scary to have happend. Dye is evil. There can be no dye here.

From the Galleries, Riain trundles up the stairs from the Hatching Grounds' tunnel.

Sabria looks up at the sound of further footsteps. "Oh, you there child. Come one down. Slip under the 'front rail' and join us. Just be careful and mind your manners to Fabrinath."

Kylorin moves on as well, going towards the Tragic Trapped in Roses egg and smiles at the pattern as he sets his fine boned hands up on it, caressing it gently. "Hmm, I wonder who you are inside." he whispers to it. Some princess of a green perhaps? Needing to be awakened by a passing prince in white? ;)

Riain drops to the hot sands from the galleries' edge.

Lyllya looks over at Riain, motioning her to join her after paying Fabrinath the propper respect. There, Riain is here, she's safe. All is right with the world... well, at least it's not as far from wrong as it was. The other eggs are glanced at, though the weaver's hand remains on the Tweety Bird Egg. "Still, it has character. And that color is lovely. I think I'll make it a point to find some material in that shade, once this is all over. It would make a lovely base color for a gather dress." Pretties.

Riain manages a clumsy descent to the sands, though well-cushioned by her beat up boots. "Lyllya. Kylorin." She trundles closer, though eyeing Kylorin somewhat bitterly. It's his reason that her clothes are green. And frilly. And /green/. She's rather self-concious out of her customary black.Ducking an awkward cursty to Fabrinath -- all the courtesy she really knows -- the girl retreats towards Lyllya. "I'm gonna break one."

Thanial's clothing is dry now, his pants only slightly dirty from the earlier spill. "Many thanks for this opprotunity, Sabria. Fabrinath." Sketching another nervous bow, he quickly hoofs it off the Sands and towards the baths. Where he should have gone in the first place.

Thanial heads out the mouth of the main entrance.

Lyllya shakes her head at Riain. "Nonsense, you won't break one. Just be very careful. Tell you what, we'll go together. What one do you want to touch first?" This is asked in a hushed whisper as she moves from her current touching. "I'll go with you, and you won't have to worry." Lyl will worry, she does that well.

Merdan hesitates and looks about, finally determining where he will go next. He walks carefully and with mincing steps toward Tragic Trapped in Roses Egg, and hesitates again before he reaches down to touch it, his feet almost dancing on the sand as they begin to feel the heat rising up through the soles of his black wherhide boots.

"Alright." Riain isn't entirely convinced by Lyllya's reassurances, but slowly treads towards a pearlized egg: Brush of an Angel's Wing Egg. "It's pretty. Well, kinda. Do I have to touch it?" She's still convinced that she'll slip and break it or, worse, just accidetnally sit on it. Whoops. "Can I just look at it for a while?"

Lyllya moves off behind Riain and gives a bob of her head. "You can, but it's much better to put your hand on it, like this." Carefully, the ex-weaver's hand is placed upon the egg, palm giving a gentle touch to the ovoid. "Like this. don't worry, if you look like you're going to trip or something, I'll just grab you."

Riain stretches out one calloused palm and cringes even before her fingers make contact with the egg itself. "Please do. I don't even want to think about what would happen if I did break one." Mayhem, most likely, and it's a serious thought of hers. "I thought they'd be cold. Dunno why, but they ain't."

Kylorin waves at Riain as he circles around from the far side of the group of eggs, looking appreciatively at the girl. "You look great." he insists as he draws up beside the other candidates. He himself however looks like he'd been...done over. Gone are the fiery colors, the garish patterns..he's dressed in grey and black. Plain drab grey and black.

Merdan turns with a sadness in his expression and looks at the bleak brown, black and dismal reds and continues his shifting steps, lifting first one foot then the other. He reaches down and touches Eighth Level of Hell Egg, with a very tentative extension of his fingers.

Lyllya grins, seeming much more relaxed now. "No, the sands keep them warm." In the way that her feet are now cinders inside of her once lovely boots. Kylorin is glanced at for a moment, and given a slight grin. "You should try those colors more often, Kylorin." Her tone is sincere. 'lorin isn't blinding her for once, she likes this. One could almost get used to it.. almost. Riain regains her attention. "Feel better about it?" A few steps are taken away from her fellow candidate to allow the girl a moment alone with the egg and one hand goes to Vines of Eternal Slumber egg, almost without thinking.

Riain double-takes at Kylorin's outfit, but doesn't remark, simply hoping that he's taken a turn for the better. She should have done, too, instead of being influenced by his questionable sense of style. "Don't leave me alone. I'm gonna break it, I swear." TheHer hands are removed from the egg, and she's only slightly green. "I'm just gonna look at it a bit more." Safety. Yes, indeed.

Fabrinath has been very patient for quite some time, but now starts to grow slightly restless, her tail lashing behind her, her wings unfurling slightly. Sabria sighs softly. "Just a little longer, but not too much. Fabby's wanting to go turn the eggs and she can't have you all roaming about while she does it." So a few more minutes and it'll be time to go.

Lyllya shakes her head at Riain. "I can catch you if you start to fall, don't worry." The ex-weaver's gaze drifts to the egg her hand now rests upon and she pales. "Oh my.. Green.." Green being the Color of Death, the candidate makes her way, once again, to Riain. "On second thought, I'll stick with you. I've touched enough for now."

Kylorin's attention is riveted by the shifting queen, hearing the warning from the weyrwoman. He caresses the same egg once more before stepping away. "Ah, Sabria made me change into this. Said I wasn't allowed to wear something else till later." He sounds almost sulky about it. He eyes the egg on the other side of him though, a nice red and golden orb with such curious patterns. Thus he lays his fingers upon the Book of the Clow egg for just a moment.

Riain eyes Fabrinath, then Lyllya, and then the clutch-mother again, and decides her best option is to stay out of the dragon's way. "I'll touch one more. Y'know, so I don't jinx that one." Any luck, she did, and lays her fingers daintily on another. "Okay. Bad luck to that one as well, I guess." Now it's time for watching, and she retreats to spy on others.

Sabria sighs softly, then gestures towards the tunnel back into the main part of the Weyr. "Alright, I think it's time to go." Besides, it's pretty hot out here still. The weather makes the place feel steamy too. Bleh.

Kylorin gives a last caressing touch to a pale foamy sea egg before he nods back at the weyrwoman and queen dragon, quickly heading out towards the tunnel. "Ah, I think it's back to..what were we doing, uh..mending. Right."

Lyllya gives a bob of her head to Sabria, giving a last look toward the Tweety Bird egg and those two, rather threatening splotches. "Dye." Twitch. Maybe she should just avoid that one.. if dye is involved. "Right.. I'll go to the kitchens and see if that soup is ready. Should I ask for something to be brought to Fabrinath?" The theory being that a large gold dragon is less likely to see candidates as entres if she has something in her stomach.

Kylorin heads out the mouth of the main entrance.

Riain looks more relieved than anything, but places one last, almost fond, pat to the egg. And she obediently follows the others, one hand tugging at her boots who, even as thick as they are, can't completely keep the heat away from her feet. Poor things.

Riain heads out the mouth of the main entrance.

Merdan turns from the egg he was touching and moves purposefully, and with quick, sure steps to the entrance

Lyllya leaves the foot-baking sands for the cooler galleries.