...in particular. Delynni squeaks. "Congratulations Lythanam." Then she grins at the arrival of a gold hatchling. "She's cute her." Delynni stands loosely, favoring the leg opposite the injured hip. Yanimau takes a deep breath and looks at the pair of browns that just hatched. "So two bronzes, two browns, a blue, and three greens." he lists in his head. "Four left after that. Ah, congrats." he adds...

...finally hatched, creating twelve, new dragonpairs for the Weyr's wings. The final count numbered 1 gold, 2 bronzes, 2 browns, 3 blues and 4 greens. You stride into the candidate barracks. Yanimau must've actually dropped off to sleep just now, despite the talking going on. He's got his forearm covering his eyes, taking a nap. Andis peers over towards Orla with a arched brow, "Remind me...

... he's looking for someone in particular. And then he spots her, Taira. Immidiately changing his direction, the small harper stalks in her direction. "So, about that thing you had me look through." Yanimau gets a brief nod, but most of his attention is on Taira. Yanimau glances up when another kid walks up and nods back at him. "Well I can give you some sketches of some of the more intricate chains...