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Okay so Mercy couldn't help but smile just a little at the black - she shouldn't really but come on..it was just too cute the way it had come out, rolling about in it's egg like that - he seemed to be heading towards the boys and Mercy sighed, it was starting to look like once again she'd be heading off the ands alone.

A crimson and now a black wit one more egg left asfar as Anya could tell - unless there was another one hidden in the sand somewhere, but really what were the odds of that happening twice in one clutch? Pretty high. Well.that was fine really, she could wait to the next clutch if her's wasn't here - why sh'd seen plenty of people wait through quite a few clutches before finding there and she was fine with waiting a bit longer if she had too.

Oh shards.... Well so far he'd been wrong about the little Crimson, but he was still willing to lay coin on which candidate might be a match for the impertinent little Black. The one with the disrespectful bray.

Kazvar rubbed his temples with a soft groan, waiting to see where the little dragon went. He was sharding exhausted, and the ups and downs of waiting for the baby dragons to find their partners wasn't helping. No wonder he tried to miss these things.

The Crimson would live. She had Impressed, and her rider was taking care of business. Or, it seemed to S'raid, that the Crimson was taking care of business, and the rider was being dutiful. Either way, business was taken care of. That was as it should be. However, as the duo left the Sands, a stray movement caught the Bronzerider's gaze. Among the female Candidates, there was one in particular who looked dangerously inclined to faint. Really? ... Really? This was the sort of nonsense that was being presented to Galvanth's eggs? Tch. Well, perhaps it was simply part of being female. Perhaps the fairer sex were not cut out for conditions like these.

Interesting, to observe the different Candidates, and guess at their motivations. They all wanted dragons, yes. That was obvious enough. But what did they plan to do with themselves once they had the dragons? Dragonets were quite a handful, and from what he had observed, Atypical dragons like that Crimson were even more so. It was a challenge that few were up to taking, he decided.

Do you see? Even the unmoving eggs are hatching now! Galvanth declared, watching the dragonets with a careful eye. Look at the Black! See how eager he was to be free of his shell? S'raid sighed. Galvanth was all puffed up with pride at seeing another one of his children display some enthusiasm. Of course, after the Crimson, it was difficult to keep the Bronze from being prideful. Though the hulking beast registered the Atypical dragonets as being 'strange' and 'unnatural', as a father, he viewed them as 'special'. Of course.

Typical. Absolutely typical. Changing your tune, are you Galvanth? S'raid thought dryly, scanning the Sands for further goings on. He was... rather bored truth be told. He would be only too glad for the Hatching to be over with. Galvanth, he suspected, would be disappointed that it had ended. This was the Bronze's very first clutch, after all, the very first one that he had sired, and he was very inquisitive about the dragonets... particularly when they were newly hatched. It was a rather odd trait, S'raid decided, and somewhat... less than convenient.

Zeren smiled, the little black seemed to want all eyes on him, something that he himself couldn't relate to but all the same, in the newly hatched creature it was amusing. However his amusement was tinged with concern over the fact that he was slowing down, and every wobbly step was a worrying one because he could easily go Between if he got exhausted. His fists once more balled up, praying to all the past dragons that the hatchlings would be safe and grow up.

My brother is very loud, Mine... Do you think his Mine has trouble hearing him? Rayenth asked, craning her head to see around Nayetuel (Na'uel, now, he supposed) to the Sands behind him.

"I don't know, Rayenth... But you need to eat, not watch him. Why don't you wait until he's found His and then you can ask him yourself?" he suggested, gently cupping her nose and turning her back toward the table. She huffed a little sigh, but allowed him to get her focus back on her meal, accepting more meat. She was eating, really she was, but there were interesting things happening, and she wanted to see as much as she could so she could talk about it later! Besides, her clutchmates were, well, her clutchmates, and she wanted to make sure her Black brother would be alright.

I will ask him once he's found His. Which one do you think is His?

"I don't know... We'll have to wait and see."

Come on, come on... Andeon urged in his mind, pushing himself up to a sitting position as the little black slowed. It was inevitable, he knew. Not even that troublesome little dragon could overcome the weakness that came with being an Atypical color in early life. Where he slowed in speed, however, he increased in volume. The little guy was making such a ruckus! Andeon let his eyes stray briefly from the black to the last of the eggs, wondering if perhaps therein might lie his lifemate.

Eirlyn's smile was a small comfort, but a comfort nevertheless. There would be more clutches, more chances, and Andeon still had several turns left in which to stand for them.

The blacks antics were cute, but he was surely getting tired by now and Mercy willed him to impress and fine his quickly rather then wailing as he was "we're all looking at you! we promise..now go find yours" She muttered.