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Cheeks flushed all the more in her embarasment as the girl turned to face her. There was an air around her of gracefulness and Nelioa was quite aware she had just ruined that for the time being. She cleared her throat and appologised again. "so sorry" she said in a half whisper.

She brushed away a strand of hair that had come loose from her braid, too short to be properly bound with the rest of her hair. He mouth was agape, having just been about to say something before her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled up front near the girl. "Oh, Thank you!" she stamered, the random act of kindness assuring her that all really had been forgiven. "I'm Nelioa" she said, turning to the girl and offeing a smile.

Blue eyes quickly turned away when shen heard the hiss from the sands. Another bronze had joined the first and they didnt appear happy to see one another. Had that been what the first Bronze had been waiting for all this time? She bit down on her bottom lip in fear of what might happen to the little ones if they chose to squabble.

"That would be me," Zara replied, a hint of a wry tone in her voice. "Thank him for me, would you? Wouldn't want him to think I've forgotten him, after all." The reserved young woman had been utterly charmed by Dievath, and even now there was a soft spot in her heart for him. Not nearly as big as Fuxith's, of course, but that was a given. Nobody could take her lifemate's place.

As a second bronze cracked shell, Zara's eyes traveled to the sound. "Well, if that isn't something," she murmured, biting her lip slightly in worry. Would the posturing distress both hatchlings to the point of between? Would their golden mother allow that to happen? Shells...for all that she'd learned, for all that she'd seen...this was a new one.

When the clumsy green emerged from her egg Firyal's attention was riveted. She did want to Impress more than anything, despite her affected indifference toward the whole Hatching process most of the time. Even as Lernaeth came toward the Candidates, though, knocking one of the Candidates, Firyal knew the pale green was not coming for her. She wanted to begrudge the newest Greenrider his new, perfect future, but she couldn't for the sake of her endearing bondmate. It was better that someone else Impress the dragonet than that she not find her life partner and go between.

Which drew Firyal's attention once more to the unImpressed bronze dragonet. Surely there was someone on the Sands for him. For a bronze to pass between would be a calamity of momentuous proportions. Not to mention tragic. She couldn't even imagine how the Weyr would react to such a disaster. She didn't want to think about it, but the fact was it seemed to be turning into a possibility. The bronze still hadn't Impressed, and now a new one was on the Sands, distracting him.

Mathyn grunted, he understood that this was a competition he could not pummel his way through and it was so frustrating. Frustrating that the young men thought they stood a better chance up front and seemed to force themselves onto the first bronze.

He made a choice he would at least allow himself to be seen, abandoning the fact he'd seen a hatchling jostle an entire group of candidates to find its bonded. He tossed up his elbows to nudge a few of the candidates so he could step forward and squeezed his way towards the front. He felt like a jerk, but he wanted a closer look, wanted to see if they would come to blows.

"Sorry," he murmured and found himself out front. You're foolish, someone'll yell at you next, he scolded himself but he was near the dragonets.

Nelioa leaned over in order to hear Kyllae better, and not wanting to take her eyes off the little bronzes. She was worried about them, and it showed in her expression. "Money? You had a bet going? well congrats are in order I suppose. " she said with a soft smirk, though her brow was still furrowed with worry.

"I think we have that little green to thank for our chance encounter." she said, her smile more sincere this time as she tried to let her unease drain away from her with the friendly banter. It wouldnt help the little ones to feel all her worry in the air would it? She tried to sooth herself more and sighed. "No.. certainly the queen will step in if needed... Maybe they are just going to display and then find their boys." she said, truely hoping it would be so. She didnt wish to think of the alternitive.

ConomorMine, step up to meet your Naedreth, The bronze's now green eyes focused on the boy, flaring his wings and standing tall. Those others were anxious to meet theirs, but Yours was patient -- Yours wanted to make the best choice.


Calm now, Naedreth moved towards Conomor, his green eyes whirling in a friendly manner, almost seeming to glitter.


The Death Adder kept to where he had hatched, waiting until Naedreth had Impressed before raising his head, looking towards the Candidates, his head sweeping in an arc to look at them all, one by one, until finally it settled on His.



Mine

The Death Adder pushed it's way a little aggressively through the crowd, amazingly sure-footed as he approached Okassis, his eyes calm once more, despite the slightly threatening sound to his voice. It seemed as though he was not quite through being angry at the prideful Euro Adder, his dragonet body coiled and tense, as if ready to strike at any who tried to get in his way. He knew what he wanted, knew who was His. He would let the Euro Impress first, but His was better.

You are not for him. Do not look at him like that, for while he thinks he is great, he is not. You are Mine -- look not at any bronze but Uktenath. I will not give you up to him, nor any other.

"Hm..?" Notos looked at the boy sitting besides him, who moved to the front as quickly as possible. That wasn't needed, Notos thought mildly. It really wasn't, but if it calmed the boy, let bygones be bygones.

He turned his attention back to the bronzes, feeling a grin break out on his face. Unexpected, they had finally done it.

They had finally decided. At the same time, apparently, Notos observed as they each moved to their individual candidates. The European and Death adder was a beauty! The queen had laid some of the best bronzes that Notos had laid his eyes on. Notos grinned, glad to see that they had impressed. He hadn't been worried about the between part, but a hatching always put one in glad spirits.

"That's over with now." He commented to his roommates now, closing his eyes. A wave of tiredness washed over him, but he forced it back. The hatching wasn't over yet.

Jessmet hissed nervously through the gap in her teeth when the second bronze made his entrance. Would they fight? That would horrendous. Either of the dragonets could get hurt, or a candidate. The little green had tripped up a girl already, who seemed unharmed.

Finally, finally, each bronze pushed toward their chosen weyrmate. The more coppery of the pair turned his attention to Okassis-- Okassis who had seemed so intent on the first male. Jessmet stifled an excited shout. Impression had been made! She would certainly need to congratulate Okassis (O'kas? O'sis?) after the Hatching. Without really meaning to, she wove her way through the crowd of candidates to be closer to the eggs.