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She still looked scared stiff, even attempting to hide behind the enormous Queen until she was again pushed out for all too see. Was someone going to help her? Would she even be able to Impress? Jiriar continued to shift uneasily--even he'd heard the stories of dragons going Between if their chosen partner wasn't on the sands. He didn't want that to happen to this one.

Davian watched as the blue and then the green Impressed one after the other. Unlike his sister he wasn't losing his nerves, there were still several eggs on the sands and he was hoping that one might choose him. Staring at the green dragonet he had to smile slightly, she was most definitely a beauty. His eyes flickered away from green to stare over the eggs still left on the sands, his heart pounding.

C'miel laughed from his spot off to the side, eyes crinkling with the the smile. It was almost... endearing of the little green. From the looks on the still standing candidates faces, most agreed with the sentiment, though there were a few older riders that had a tint of worry in their eyes, hoping the green wouldnt blink between in an attempt to get away from the stares.
'I'm more endearing' Lurenith grumbled in C'miels head, the wyerling in question snatching back the large clump of meat the brown had attempted to swallow in one go, much to Lureniths protests.
From here he could finally get a good look at the dragonets that had hatched, soon to be joined by the green trembling on the sands. They certainly made for a rather odd looking bunch. He nodded a greeting at the other Impressees.
With a soft flutter of wings, C'miel turned his head as claws dug into his shoulder. A softly crooning Toad attempting to hide himself completely within his partners hair, eye tinted maroon at the prospect of getting caught.
Lurenith didnt pause in his eating as C'miel continued to pass the dragonet slices, 'silly thing.'

Still rubbing his trod-upon hands to relieve their aching, Kaskel watched more dragons spill from their shells. A handsome blue (Impressed to a girl!), a tough-looking striped brown, and one of the most interesting greens he’d ever seen, color-wise. She was a shy little thing, though. He felt a twinge of anxiety when she refused to come forward, but thankfully Momma spurred her on to find her lifemate. He sighed with relief; no betweening for her!



Up in the Stands, a young woman watched as bonds were formed that would last a lifetime. Her eyes, though she bid them to, could not stay dry after the first dragon hatched. She was a far different person now than she was the last time she’d been in this hot, dry cavern. She couldn’t believe she’d ever been such a skeptic. It was just—

Oh. Emori., tell me what’s happening! Tell me! Or at least show me an image! I want to see this auspicious event! I want to—“

Emori sighed and held her head in her hands. Way to ruin the moment, Inannath, she grumbled with her mind. But she showed her dragon what she could see, as best as she could. It still felt strange to communicate mind-to-mind, but she was slowly learning.

Mine, the flitt is getting too close to my food! Glancing up at his brown's complaint, Sovann- S'van- attempted to reassure Galliath that his meat was not at all at risk. There's more than enough for you and your clutchmates. One little firelizard isn't a threat, Gall. Of course, trying to convince Galliath that something was not exactly what he decided it was was somewhat difficult, as S'van was starting to learn. The brown paused in his feeding to eye the firelizard, and for one tense moment, the weyrling thought that his dragonet was going to try to take a swipe at it. Fortunately, the moment passed... just about when S'van put another nice chunk of meat right under Gall's nose. Galliath, the brown dragonet insisted, distracted away from the object of his disapproval by the meat and the need to correct his rider.

C'miel clucked his tounge as the only other brown dragonet turned his attentions back to his rider, Toad crawling across C'miels collar to hunch out of sight. "You'd have deserved it, you deadglow." The brown positivly cheeped, watching entranced as C'miel passed another chunk of meat onto Lurenith, the tense moment already forgotten to the flit.
'C'miel, I'm tired and the sand is too hot. ...Dont stop, I'm hungry still,' Lurenith rattled as C'miel attempted to appease the grumbling brown, the large head planted firmly on his lap. "I know, we'll sleep soon, you'll be off the sa-- At least attempt to chew!" C'miel chidded as Lurenith inhaled the meat he had held before the brown.

Having finished the urgent task of naming Stalker-Flitt, Quinnel refocused on the Hatching at hand, clapping rhythmically for the Blue’s Impression. She continued clapping quietly even after the applause died down to amuse herself, eyes roving over both Candidates and roaming Hatchlings. She spied a head of ginger hair – strangely familiar ginger hair – and was prepared to wander over to the male Candidates and investigate her discovery when she heard something. She heard a voice, in her head, and it wasn’t her own.

‘ Quinnel, come save Winath! There are people watching me and there are so many and I don't like it and please come now and take me to food.’

Quinnel frowned and looked around, briefly concerned about her mental state before remembering where she was.

‘ I Impressed? I don’t see a Hatchling.’ Hearing a rather loud shout of encouragement from the crowd, she realized that, for whatever reason, her dragon was either unwilling or unable to come to her. Looking forward, she saw a distressed little Green Hatchling sitting on the Sands by her mother, looking straight at her.

“ Lovely dragon!” she exclaimed, clapping happily before threading her way through the crowd. Coming to the dragonet's side, she placed a hand on the pretty Green's damp hide and smiled.

“ Winath, hm? There’s lots of eyes here, yes, but less in the back. The back has food too. Come.”

With that Quinnel let the shy dragonet away, taking the least crowded route to an empty feeding table.