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Delta Clutch Hatching!

Deciduous Forest Egg Impressed to Jarest
If ever there was an egg on the sands that gave off a feeling of pride that didn't have any haughtiness behind it, this would be that egg. There seems to be nothing from this egg but general pride in itself though those feelings could easily be placed on the hands that touch it. Mixed with pride however is a new sensation of humbleness and maybe even obligation, leading this egg to promote interaction. Either a green or blue.

Deep Ocean Egg
Holy Faranth! Touching this egg will gives of a feeling of extreme urgency as though the dragonet inside was in a constant hurry to do something. It's not an unpleasant feeling as the quickness leaves an overall happy sensation that this dragon is eager to please, and it's more than welcoming to hands of both genders. Likely a green or blue.

Taiga Egg Impressed to Tila
Uh-oh, look out for this one. Situated a bit away from the clutch, this egg gives off a sensation that it has nothing to do with the rest of its clutchmates and is quite okay with that. Hands that meet this shell are met with feelings of impatience, though not the kind that usually comes from wanting to do something, and any repeat touches will actually yield a sense of hostility. Perhaps it is best to not linger on this egg. Likely a green.

Desert Egg
Situated at the bottom of the clutch, this large egg seems to be watching over the rest of its clutchmates like a silent protector. Curious hands will find every emotion but protection as this egg gives off the feeling of ambition as well as a sort of judgement, as if the dragonet inside were appraising the different hands that grace its shell. Male hands are more welcome than female though there isn't any hostility in that regard. Likely a brown or bronze.

Lacustrine Egg Impressed to Adine
Leaning on the more demure Tundra egg this egg seems almost vibrant in color. However the brightness just seemed to come from the color as the feeling from this egg is nothing short of lazy. Touching the shell can almost make anyone who lays hands on it yawn, though maybe beneath all the laziness there seems to be a calculating personality. Maybe. Likely a blue or brown.

Tundra Egg White white white!
Situated in the center of the clutch but almost buried by its two neighboring eggs, this egg is easily overlooked because of its dull gray coloring and the fact that it's rather on the small side - though not the smallest egg in this clutch, of course. Curious hands will find a sensation of warmth from this egg though not much in terms of any other emotion. Perhaps this dragonet is simply waiting for the right person to come along to share its joy, or maybe it's just that lazy. Likely a green based on the size.

Alpine Egg Impressed to Wykla
Touching tip to tip with the Lacustrine egg, this medium-sized egg makes up the bridge between the left and right sides of the clutch. This egg gives of a sensation of well. . . .nothing. It's hard to tell what feeling is meant to be sensed from this egg as the dragonet inside is either one with a very suppressed personality or it simply isn't impressed with the candidates that touch it. Likely a green or blue.

Prairie Egg Impressed to Pazzult
Hello there ladies and gentleman, step right up and get a feel of this egg. More than welcome to hands of any gender or age, touching this shell gives off a sensation that whatever is resting inside either really likes the company or just likes to be touched period. Any secondary touches are met with the same feeling, though anyone with a dirty hand is given more of a stand-offish moment that quickly dissipates. Odd. Likely a blue or green.

Ocean Coast Egg Impressed to Rene
Perhaps the smallest egg in the clutch, this egg has been rolled fairly close to the Queen and she fusses over it constantly as though the dragonet inside needs to be cheered up. Any touching will reveal a sense of. . .well, depression. Perhaps the dragonet inside just doesn't want to come out? Repeat touches seem to be welcome, as do hands of both genders, so friendly stroking is encouraged. Likely a green.

Tropical Egg Impressed to Azuran
There is a cleverness about this medium-sized egg that can't be overlooked when first touched and there also seems to be a sensation of eagerness mixed in. Whatever dragonet that is inside the shell appears to enjoy giving off different emotions whenever touched, as though it were nothing more than a game to the hands that feel over it. The size of this egg indicates a blue.

Wykal was just finishing a quick wash up after morning chores and before lunch. She'd come out of the bathing room with a towel wrapped around her to grab some clean clothes. Her hand was half way to picking up a shirt when a familiar hum caught her by surprise. Is it...? It was! The eggs were Hatching!

The young candidate spun around and reached for her white robe. Pulling it on and she tossed the towel aside. No time to dry her hair now. She smoothed the black tresses out as best she could, then went flying toward the hatching grounds. Their wait, and the dragon's, was finally over and she was excited.

At the entrance, Wykla slowed to a walk and panted. The first were just starting. She positioned herself between the girl's side and the boy's side. There was a couple people she was hoping might stand with her. Would Mercy remember their talk just after the last clutch? Pazzult would be with the boys, but could certainly stand in the middle of the groups too. Then the Harper Ashmere. Wykla was trying to look around at the groups forming and keep an eye on the eggs.

My babies! My babies are hatching! Galvanth declared to his rider with endless excitement. My babies! When S'raid raised an eyebrow at his Bronze, giving him a quelling look, the hulking beast amended his statement. Our babies, he amended, and then added on, because S'raid seemed less than impressed with his addition, Ianath's babies. That seemed to meet with some small approval, and the Bronze stared down over the Hatching Sands, transported by the occasion.

This business of being at Malvren, whether or not Galvanth had caught the junior Queen, was somewhat irksome. It was not that S'raid did not admire Eirlyn, of course. He did. He thought she was quite the clever woman, and he appreciated that in a leader. There were things that he needed to be doing back at Benden, and due to Galvanth's ridiculous (and unwarranted, in his opinion) excitement over the eggs, he would not be able to get them done.

Aislin was at Benden, dealing with the scorn of her fellow riders without him present to remind them of where their loyalties should lie. This bothered him somewhat. It was a distant sort of thing, of course. It was difficult indeed to rouse S'raid to any great display of passion, particularly over a woman, but there was some small concern. After the way the meeting had gone, he wondered if he was not due some chastisement from Weyrwoman Kestril.

The clutch that Ianath and Galvanth had produced was less than impressive. There were no particularly large eggs, a fact which lent credence to the theory that mystweed was necessary for Gold (and Bronze) fertility. There was no Queen egg. It had, however, been Ianath's maiden Flight, and Galvanth's very first successful chase. Perhaps that played a part as well.

Galvanth would have bugled, but his rider was keeping a very tight grip on him... though a purely mental one. Oh look at them! Are they not beautiful? They will be very fine dragonets indeed. S'raid, who was convinced of no such thing, simply raised an eyebrow. Of course, Galvanth, the Bronzerider assured his dragon, though he had some rather considerable doubts. It was not that Galvanth was not a fine father, of course.

It was simply that ... this was a rather unplanned and, in his eyes, unwelcome event. A less than impressive Flight, truth be told, though the end result was almost inevitable. Truly, if nothing else, this proved that Benden dragons were superior creatures. Not necessarily better, but certainly excellent. Kestril might well have something to be proud of-- assuming she bothered with it, and did not take this as a sign that he was, once again, favoring the New Weyrs.

His gaze scanned the crowd of Candidates, looking them over each in turn if he could, and finding many of them... lacking. But they were children, mostly, and there was always room to build. Hmmn. Would these young men and women soon be dragonriders of Pern? Impressing to one of Galvanth's get would be something to be proud of. They would do well to treat the situation with the respect it deserved, if not for Galvanth's sake, then for Ianath's. It was, after all, her first clutch.

She was in the kitchen when she heard it, a Hymm that started off softly... but soon took over and harmonized while running through the heart of the Weyr. She instinctively knew... was this what they were talking about? They said Tila would 'know' when it was happening...

Rushing to her barracks, she grabbed the traditional robe she was assigned and quickly changed into it. Pure cotton was usually what they were assigned anyways... but these... these were special. Quickly tightening the bun behind her head, she moved down to the sands.

She had run, so of course she was exausted... she loved it.

Eyes opening wide, she quickly moved into formation with the other candidates. She recognised Jarest among them, giving a mile and a wave just before they were herded onto the sands.

Tila held her breath... standing tall. The eggs were starting to hatch, soon.. they will have theirs.

Mercy was near jittery with excitement by the time she made it to the sands but she managed to find familiar faces in the line of girls and beamed a smile at Wykla, waving a she tried to find a spot close by the other girl. She had thought perhaps this time around would be different - but she was just a excited as she had been the first time and craned her neck trying to keep an eye on everything at once.

Oh..oh one was hatching! a brightly colored green from the prideful first egg she recalled from the touching.

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Anya for her part did not rush onto the sands - there was plenty of time she told herself, the eggs would not hatch in mere seconds, though as she made her way onto the sands and the tail end of the girls line the first egg cracked open to reveal a pretty little green.

The green tossed her head and warbled, her gaze sweeping the Stands a moment. As her gaze passed each of the greens in attendance, he head dipped in a strangely courteous manner, and when she stepped from the goo, it was less awkward then most hatchlings tended to be.

Craning her neck, she churred to her mother and then turned her attentions properly to the candidates. She started towards the girls first, head held high and proud, not arrogant but rather regal.

Warbling again, she paused at the edge of the girl's throng, hesitating as the Rainforest egg burst with a loud crack and the green shook herself clean, throwing egg goop over the other eggs. She bugled to her sister and rose up on her hind legs only to fall over with a draconic giggle.

The Deciduous green whuffed back and turned away from girls. No... Hers was not there, like her sister had seemed to know.

And another green! Privately, Adi was surprised the Deep Ocean egg hadn't been the first to hatch, or at least started wiggling by now. It had seemed quite active, after all. Well, whatever! It wasn't like she'd made any bets on it or anything. Not any significant ones, anyway.

But what was that, the green didn't want a girl? Too bad. Good for the boys, though!

This place, by the Weyrleader's side, was his proper place. S'raid knew that all too well. Whether the rest of Pern agreed was somewhat up for debate. ... No, he knew very well that certain individuals disagreed strenuously with that position. The more fool they! Ah, but they did not know any better. They would learn with time, as all did. He was needed, this the Bronzerider knew. Galvanth knew it too, even though he insisted on prancing about and cooing at the dragonets below like some oversized Green or slightly undersized Gold. He shook his head.

Ridiculous beast. It is not ridiculous to be proud of one's progeny, the Bronze said airily. ... S'raid, who knew very well that Galvanth would forget said 'progeny' the moment they left the Weyr, said nothing. He simply firmed his lips into a thin, white line. Dratted Bronze. You were far more dignified when first we met, he informed his dragon.

What had happened to that harder, more regal Galvanth? S'raid was willing to lay the blame on females and their young, a weakness that he did not fully understand. That is because you are unnatural, Galvanth told him. ... Well, that might be true, but at least he knew what was important. Pern was important. Power was important. This? This was simply a drop in the ocean. ... But at least it would add to the dragonriders' numbers.

That was something, if nothing else was. They are very ... they are their own, Galvanth said in a statement that made no sense to S'raid. Their own what? he asked, quirking an eyebrow. Their own personalities. Do you see? They are dragonets, but look at them. They have their own ways about them already. This caused the Bronzerider to sigh. That is generally the case, Galvanth. Dratted, dratted Bronze.