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Discreet Egg : Discreet? But this brownish egg is the biggest in the clutch! Well, frankly, there's just not much else to say about it. There's definitely something in there, but it doesn't bother trying to interact or communicate when touched. Whatever's inside is busy assessing everyone who touches its shell, but isn't inclined to give anything in return. Brown Psaumith to Kaeyne.

Antsy Egg : For an egg, this one is quite active! It wiggles, it shivers, then wiggles some more until it wears itself out and just has to be still. Even then, it seems quite proud of itself - Did you see that last wiggle? It was the best one yet! And better than any of the wiggling any of ths others might be doing, don't you think? This dragon is just itching to break its shell and do something really impressive. Green Kalteth to Shenja

Watchful Egg : Yes, in fact, you are being watched. Very closely too. The Watchful Egg doesn't feel malicious in it's observations, but very acutely aware of things about you that maybe you don't want laid so bare. Whatever this egg has seen, it's opinions on the matter are kept to itself. It tolerates you for a time before giving a distinct 'move along'. Brown Maicoth to Kharmeen

Obnoxious Egg: BAM. Headache. The mental force coming from this egg is enough to send a person reeling. Oh! This little egg didn't mean it though! They were just so excited to greet you! Unlike it's quieter siblings the Obnoxious egg is ready to give any candidate as much attention as they could possibly desire, and then some. Immediately upon touching the egg there is a sense of playful eagerness and curiosity. The Obnoxious egg sincerely hopes you won't leave! Green Bumilth to Thrarothar

Territorial Egg: Hey, hey! What do you think you're doing here? This isn't your territory so you'd better back off fast, or at lest show some respect! This egg certainly packs a mental punch, but so long as it is treated respectfully it soon calms enough to become curious. Candidates who are fond of adventure will find themselves welcomed after a few moments, females more so than males. Any candidate that seems to be thinking less than complimentary thoughts about this medium-small egg however will find themselves under continued mental assault until they back off. Blue Syriacuth to Roan

Glowing Egg : This egg is truly tiny, surely containing a green or an atypical dragon. It might not physically glow but the utter self confidence it exudes almost makes it seem as thought it does. It is unafraid of those who come to greet it regardless of the shape of their mind, but if their hands are dirty they can expect a sharp rebuke! Those whose hands are clean will be left with the feeling that the unborn dragon is considering their minds astutely and in minute detail.

Guardian Egg: This middling small egg is one serious customer. As a candidate lays hands upon the shell they will be left in no doubt that they have the egg's full attention and that they are being judged. Those who lack honour are rebuffed firmly, but it is a considered move not vicious lashing out. While the dragonet inside the shell is clearly curious about the hands hands that come to rest upon it, it does not leap all over them and pester with a thousand questions. It seems that a self contained creature lies within this egg, as independent a mind as any dragon can be. Blue Nimith to Corloss

Kind and Keen Egg: Oh well hello there, who are you? This small egg welcomes those who touch it without even a moment of hesitation, and seems pleased by just about every mind it encounters. There is a great feeling of happiness spilling from this one, happiness it seems more than willing to share around. More astute candidates might also notice that it also seems, well, astute! There's a very sharp little mind inside this egg, and enormous curiosity about the world outside the confines of the shell. Green Ellibreth to Ildresaaak

Temperate Egg : Oh my, the inhabitant of this little gray egg is certainly a calm fellow or lady! It is more than happy to engage you in "conversation" with a gentle, soft push of its mind and then let you lead the conversation along. The egg itself stays perfectly still; there is no rocking and no movement from its place, except when it is moved by Cepheith.

Easily Agitated Egg : This egg alternates between long periods of gentle, subtle rocking and sudden bursts of frantic wiggling. The dragon inside seems to be only vaguely aware of its surroundings and the people who are so interested in it, but its wiggling during the Touching appears to coincide with the approach of Candidates with energetic or aggressive personalities. It makes little to no effort to reach out to those touching it and appears to want to huddle closer to its fellow eggs instead. Green Hakuth to Nilah

Vibrant Egg: Bright and pretty it is easy to see how this egg got its name. It is neither the largest nor the smallest egg in the clutch..sitting comfortably somewhere in the middle but sticking out like a sore thumb thanks to its brightly colored shell, parts of which seemed to almost sparkle as the sun touched it. Laying your hands upon this egg reveals a sense of pride within and jostling nearby might elict a more protective feeling..as though the hatchling within desires to take care of those around it. Blue Phasianth to Becka

Rolly Polly Egg : This egg is a bit peculiar, not in size...nor even in color but in shape, its a fat round little egg almost more of a sphere then an oval. But despite it strange shape and the worry this elicted when it was first laid the hatchling within seems healthy enough when one lays thier hand upon its shell. A quiet spark of intelligence greets those who choose to do so and one gets the impression that the little beast within is pondering great thoughts for such a youthful age. Green Poth to Tacelon

Niyx

An all too famliar vibration made it up through her soles and into her bones rattling around the candidates skull like a pleasant buzz as she along with the others grabbed for their impression robes. She'd grown tall and lean since the last time she'd worn one of these and where it had once fallen almost to her ankles the hem now barely brushed her lower knee leaving her to put her belt over it. Giving a nod and listening to the candidatemaster rattle off the usual rules she moved with another group of girls to the right and out onto the sands. It was time and crossing her fingers she dearly hoped that this hatching she'd be walking off the sands with a dragon.

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Meroc

White Meroc decided was really NOT his color. Blue maybe, a nice rich red or metallic bronze of royalty, but white not at all. It made his rich dark skin look even darker and the robes look even whiter and it was by contrast an unsettling match. Pulling the garment on her frowned down at it and tried to ignore the burn of the sun on the top of his head.

He really missed his hat. Undoubtedly a certain crimson rider was probably giggling her head off from the stands at how funny he looked without the usually large brimmed monstrosity of a garment. Which only made Meroc purse his lips and storm out along with the rest of the boys doing his best to hold himself in a regal manner and not let his less then fashionable appearance get to him. Sides he could just make up for it by looking blindingly handsome at the Feast.

Becka was in the middle of a lesson when the humming began, thankfully it was with other healers and as such she was better prepared to go out with them. As she walked towards the Sands she sent her flits back to her quarters with promises of some juicy snacks if they stayed there and behaved themselves.

She filed out with the other Healers, taking their positions on the Sands where they could, she didn't envy the Candidates at all though she DID worry about how the dampness had affected the clutch, would ANY of the eggs hatch? Would the waterlogged conditions have affected them any? What were the possibilities for the Atypicals, would it mean any atypes Cepheith had laid wouldn't make it since Damp sands were colder than usual Sands which could mean some health issues.

She also worried about the candidates, she'd heard murmurings of violent reactions from some of the eggs... would there be much bloodshed? She didn't know and while she was nervous and scared, she was also slightly excited too. She was still of an age to hope to Impress a Dragon, how could she not hope. Her master rode a Green after all, a better Green hadn't ever been clutched (so far) in her opinion. Berath was the best dragon on the whole of Pern. Her stomach flipped as she watched the candidates line up and take their places. She hoped this clutch would Impress safely.

Another day another hatching, a different peculiarity this time than last time. In light of what had happened last time (looking at you, Belcarrath!) he had his horrible old cane with him rather than the beautiful one Alina had got for him. Not a chance he was having that ruined by an overenthusiastic dragon.

Sharp blue eyes ran over the table of healing supplies once more and with a small nod of satisfaction Bereck turned to Becka. "Hard to say what the flooding may have done to the eggs, we'll just have to wait and see. Are you ready?" They had been working on trauma theory, and as much practice as was possible with mock-up situations. She had come on well over the last few months but was she prepared for the possibility of real maulings? It was never possible to say how somebody inexperienced would deal with such things until it actually happened. She would be assisting not expected to take the lead however, which he hoped would be a reassurance....

Of course really he should hope the baby dragons didn't hurt anyone badly enough to warrant attention from himself and his fellows healers, but preparing for (and expecting) the worst had long been his habit.

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The humming had cut in just as Dauntless had been about to begin drilling. As such Kleos arrived at the Sands in fully flight leathers, swiftly unfastening her jacket against the heat. A frown of concern creased her scarred face as she looked down at the uneven ground, damp still despite Wykla's best efforts. Would the dragons hatch alright? Cepheith called just as any gold or crimson did, perhaps there was no call for concern?... She would be much happier once one or two had hatched and found their partners.

Ildresaak wasn't sure if it was excitement or horror that settled thick and hard like a knot in the bottom of his stomach when the call went up for the Hatching. It certainly wasn't the happiness he had always imagined. This clutch...so many of the eggs had made him nervous, or been downright unpleasant for him to touch...and he didn't like the fact that this was the clutch for which he'd be able to Stand before aging out. And that was coming close - frighteningly close, he realized. He'd been lucky enough to be Searched and thrown onto the Sands, but...was this even what he really wanted?

His father, he had always looked up to his father, and then S'aak had vanished with the Revolutionaries. Was this what Ildresaak was destined for? War? War and Threadfall, and death. That was what it was, really. Yeah, looked like that knot in the pit of his stomach was the excitement of fear, rather than the excitement of excitement. As he walked onto the Sands, in robes that he had thought would be the right size but turned out several inches too short, he wondered if this had been a terrible idea after all. The Sands, he noted absently, were not flooded anymore. This was equal parts good and bad. On the one hand, not-flooded Sands meant...well, it meant that nobody was slogging through ankle-deep puddles, and dragonets weren't going to flop out, inhale water, and drown. On the other hand, the sand was still wet, and it was...unpleasant.

Wet sand (or sand in general, really) was only nice when you could wash it off once it got to be too much. Ildresaak lifted his feet a little higher than was probably necessary, mincing with mild distaste as he skirted a particularly wet-looking patch and moved off to the left to stand with the boys. A familiar dark head stood out like a sore thumb, and Ildresaak approached Corloss slowly, moving quickly and keeping an eye on the eggs at all time. He walked up the sand-pile slowly, frowning at the way it packed, rather than crumbled, beneath him, and looked at Corloss. "Would've worked better if they'd just dug trenches to drain the water out of the Sands and raked it every few hours," he murmured, just loud enough for his friend to hear.

(Wen and Jemi)

Wen woke to Rynsemth singing, the exhausted rider nearly tumbling out of the hammock he had constructed to get some sleep. He landed and moved quickly, washing his face with water and headed not towards the sands but the guard barracks, his black following behind in a cool calculating steps. He talked rapidly to the guard and grinned as Jemi joined him, his sword sister frantically trying to smooth her uniform.

"Couldn't they decided to hatch before I end up all sweaty?" Jemi muttered, settling next to her much shorter shield brother. "And dirt and not even after lunch." She shifted in her boots, eager and hoping to get a decent spot to watch.

"Babies and dragons and flits don't come when it is convenient." Wen stroked Rynsemth as the black left to find a perch and headed into the stands to find a spot to watch from. Cat winked in from between followed by Kris and the brown and green took their places on his shoulder, little eyes whirling brightly as they chattered. "Any more of you coming?" Wen questioned and relaxed as he got an negative. Not surprising, Rivet was lazy, Noche distractable, and Kukri just wasn't interested in watching eggs hatch.

Jemi carefully took the green flit, stroking the green as she looked over the egg and cooed, watching them rock. "Ooh, a green." She chuckled, smiling as the baby blinked as if confused at how it got to be upside down.

Tacelon was not surprised to see that the active Antsy egg was moving the most. It had moved the most during the Touching too, and since it was moving now, it must not have worn itself out with all that activity. It paused suddenly, and he was wondering if it had been worn out after all when the movement of a second egg caught his eye. The round Rolly Polly egg rolled down a little hill of sand and started breaking shell. Was that a white leg that had thrust out of the shell? But whites couldn't hatch on their own, they needed someone to break their shell. The confusion didn't last long, since when it finished breaking apart it egg it was proven to be a very pale green. One that looked a bit puzzled at being upside down. Surely it would find its feet soon, though he hoped it didn't get to damp or sandy from rolling around on the partially-dried sands.

The pale green inhaled then let out a tremendous sneezing snort that shook its whole body, causing its tail to curl up from the spasm. Its eyes went wide at this discovery as she wagged it back and forth, watching its movements. The motion was enough to tip her over onto her side with a yelp and when she stood, she was wobbly and staring at the candidates again now that they'd properly caught her attention.

She licked her lips as her eyes whirled red.

Meanwhile, the knock from the Guardian Egg caused the Antsy Egg to shudder again, this time strong enough that the entire side burst out as the hatchling inside flexed and extended goo-coated wings, tail and backed up on long legs, its head caught inside the shell still. Her back was a beautiful marbled, also pale, green as she churred, confused by the darkness at her front and the coldness at her back.