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The Canada Goose brown sure wasn't wasting any time. If the little guy was at all concerned by people speculating about his slightly stunted size, he sure didn't give any indication of it. He'd been stuffed in an egg several sizes too small! What did people expect? They ought to be thrilled by his presence, period - he was a brown, and therefore inherently more awesome than the greens and yellows and pinks.

He swaggered past the boys, giving some of them appraising looks, but ultimately dismissing the lot of them. Then he turned his attention to the girls. There was an awful lot of commotion happening - a bunch of his siblings gathered around a fallen boy, the green clutch guardians posturing, but he paid it no heed. He wanted his rider, and he wanted to get fed. In that order. Everything else was irrelevant.

He paused in front of one girl, then nodded approvingly to her with rainbow eyes. Hey. Lin. Let's blow this joint before it gets any crazier.

Prisoner Candidate Blyte

There was just a hint of disappointment in Blyte's face when the brown had passed up him and the rest of the boys, but that soon faded to relief as he watched him impress one of the girls.

He had been worried.

He glanced back at the eggs, looking to see if the Sneak thief egg had finished hatching or not. It might not have been a grey, might have been a light color blue, or even an odd color grey. Not yet.

The blue was still unimpressed as well, but as each egg hatched and impressed, Blyte was starting to think that perhaps his future wouldn't be as a rider. At least not at this hatching. He wasn't quite ready to admit defeat, as long as there were hatchlings on the sands unimpressed, but he was thinking that maybe he'd stop hoping as well.

No sense in getting excited over something that might not happen.

[Emmitod]

So the little pink impressed?
Good!
Looked like she would have an excellent story.
Oh, but what was that? Drama on the healer cluster? Another dragon to another healer, this one curled up on the sands.
Heh.
Well then.
Emmitod clapped, once, before his side pained him.
He was clapping for that mottled metallic when it impressed- to the mindhealer of all people. He even smirked.
This was absolutely delightful- barring the pain in his side.
He wasn't so interested in the blue and the brown- ordinary colors, he knew. But 'as interested' was a relative term. He was still very interested in their little stories.
He knew what he would do. He would tell it to himself in his cell at night, and during the day when he obediently worked. Good practice for remembering it and turning it into some sort of... play...
Goodness. When did he become a playwright? Of course, since the world was his stage... He coughed. Ow.
Well maybe he should get this rib looked at after all. It was probably broken.

[Raolan]

Well yes he was worried about the cluster of healers. He didn't move- another baby dragon had gone there and... it had impressed? So they would have their hands full.
He had a feeling he would either have to try to make his own stomach drink or just deal with it. He didnt want to endure his stomach pains, but oh well.
Oh? A blue. And a brown. Good. They would be fine.
Raolan's sarcasm was failing him. He hadn't wanted a drink in turns, but today he began wishing for the oblivion. Even if it came with despair and shame. And more stomach trouble.

((also wow, I picked a subtle green color. I will be changing that.))

Prisoner Candidate Blyte

It was a little blue, something that was probably for the best. He would have liked to have seen another grey, but he suspected that he was probably one of the few.

It made sense that there would be a lot of blues and greens in the clutch, since it was sired by a blue, though he wasn't sure where the odd colors had come from. Perhaps he had been ill? Or maybe it was because their queen had been extra small? It was impossible to know, especially with the queen dead, and the blue gone.

He watched the blue, wondering what candidate he would impress to. There had been a lot of impressions to the female candidates, and he wondered if the Blue jay would end up impressing one as well. Nothing wrong with that, but it was kind of interesting.

Luka

Outside of the beginning drama, the hatching had quieted down. People were beginning to deal with the sudden issues raised by the actions of others. It was just surface work for now, the deeper stuff would come later she was sure. Not that she really cared. As a prisoner not much outside of her cell effected her.

The brown made his choice right fast while the bumbling blue stamped in place, apparently offended that his brother had gone first. She could sympathize as her mouth screwed up into a pout. One more dragon down, one more chance at a little freedom gone. To another girl no less. What made that little brat a better choice huh? Her initial jealousy at the man in the Stands was working itself into a fine fit of the 'why me's?'.

Really, you'd think after the grey and pink dragons, that Luka would pay more attention to little things with big claws running around. Yet another head struck her side and she staggered off balance as a voice and presence flooded her mind. Hey, Luka! Hey! You're way better than them! You've got me!

"hah!" The little half breath, half laugh forced it's way out of her lungs as her wide eyes took in the sight of the blue dragon, looking so smugly up at her. "Hah!" It came again, stronger this time. He was right of course. She had Lophorinth and that would always mean she was better. He was amazing after all. Absolutely perfect and it only made sense that they should be together.

Well duh! There was laughter and confidence in those rainbow eyes as Loph thumped his tail on the ground and gazed admiringly upon his new rider. Ogbanuth's introduction and welcome did not go unnoticed. The reminder that there were golds on the sands, multiple!, could not be ignored by the suave blue. And food. Food wouldn't be forgotten. Actually, maybe the ladies could use a little anticipation to whet their appetites for Loph. He was in mind for something to eat. Heeeeyyyy can we go eat? A glance towards the tables revealed not only food, but greens, and hey, a lady was a lady was a lady and they all needed a piece of Lophorinth. His tail hit the sand again as he danced to the side, wings flared dramatically, and began his clumsy bouncing way towards them, knowing Luka would follow.

Two more dragons and two more girls impressed. Joscelin was feeling a bit of pity towards V'tyai now, the ladies outnumbered the male candidates now two to one... wait. Actually, the gender ratio of candidates was even, with Leevi and that young apprentice in the back impressing. With Three eggs he knew about, could be more, plus the wondering new blue there was a chance for equality if they chose men.

The newest blue, and it was a relief it hatched blue not grey, was digging? Joscelin wasn't sure what was driving the newest hatchling to dig instead of impress. Better then rampaging so he wasn't going to hurry it on any. Take all the time you want little blue, scratch away.

Joscelin looked over the remaining eggs, trying to remember the presence inside the shells. The little pink and grey egg was quickly recalled. That one had been intense and its mental presence had lingered.

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Saain smiled faintly at her fellow prisoner as the blue found his. She and Luka shared a few familiar similarities in their past and she was happy for the girl. No, fellow prisoners. Lin had impressed as well and to a brown of all things. Surprising, but likely a good fit for the young girl. A brown would be a strong protector.

She sighed softly, fingers fiddling with the loose sash about her waist. Three eggs left, four chances to happen.

Poecileth! Oh, it was good to see the little Green had found hers so quickly! Despite her intent to stay in Leevi's hug for as long as he needed to hug her, the little Opal wriggled free so she could examine her sister and make sure she was alright. Well, the Green was. Hers, however... oh dear... the awkwardly-shaped hatchling made her way to her sister's side, prepared to fuss and worry over Poecileth and her rider equally.

“Nonono, Lasoth! We'll just get in the way,” Leevi said, wrapping his arms around the hatchling's neck and chest to keep her back. Bereck was already helping her and, honestly, another body in the area would just make things more difficult. Bereck didn't need the added challenge of fighting through a crowd just to treat his patient.

Lasoth's eyes whirled a worried yellow and, for a moment, the mindhealer himself felt her hearts beating in his chest. It was a curious feeling, this Impression; it would take a while for both of them to figure out where one mind ended and the other began. What can we do to help? she asked imploringly.

Stay out of the way was the right answer. It also wasn't one that Leevi was inclined to give, since it made him feel equally useless. “Well, we can... can... Poecileth can look after Hers. We'll look after Poecileth,” he decided. “Let's start with making sure she gets some good cuts of meat.” And, hopefully, Leevi would be able to convince his own dragon to eat as well.

The little Brown and Blue Impressed safely, with the Blue making a show out of the entire affair. Lasoth cocked her head to one side as Ogbanuth spoke. But... she didn't want to go wait by the food tables. She wanted to make sure Poe ate! Um. Sir? she asked quietly. Can I take some food to Poe? She needs to eat.

~.~

Well, at least there weren't any more violent rampages. Meera wasn't sure if that meant she ought to relax or if she ought to be prepared more, because clutches saved up nastiness. More eggs hatched and she waited warily. Except...

The little Blue. He seemed more interested in digging something up.

At least one egg had been hidden, the strange little Gold that Impressed Ralvyn.

Faranth could only guess what else was hidden under the Sands.

The Green that hatched wasn't exactly small. In fact, she seemed big for a Green, given Meera's very limited experience. But something about her expressed frailness. Unlike her siblings, her steps were more tenuous.

~.~

“Yeah, I know it. Just don't ask me to spell it. Actually, I think stopping spelling it would be the more difficult part. I get lost somewhere around the third N,” Taavi said, acting as though he didn't notice the subtle stop in Vit's speech or how the Weyrlingmaster shifted his fingers just slightly. Still holding hands, though. That was quite good enough for the wherhandler.