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( Wen and Jemi)

"A second large dragon. One green impresses and a second hatches," Wen mused and looked over the last two eggs in the clutch. Neither had moved, both were small. Atypicals? "A crimson and a silver?" He mused, looking at the shells. One was noticeable red and the other was white to grey.

"No black?" Jemi teased, looking over the eggs. "I want to say they are both blacks. Do you want to bet Cai?" She asked, tipping her head and smiled at the three babies milling about the sands. "The girls are getting a short end of the stick this time around. Besides the little healer, they all been migrating to the boys."

Rochelle didn't mind C'tis pulling away from her incoming hand; she'd have probably tried to bite his if he went to pinch her (admittedly round) cheeks. But she laughed against his shoulder and felt his own amused noise against her.

"And hey, he's brightly colored and super noisy. Maybe he'll protect her from tailforks like me," She grinned against C'tis' shoulder and turned her face to peer out at Becka again. "I'd have choked myself on your throat if she got a Gold. Having to listen to her as my boss one day? Nuh-uh. The whole Weyr would scarper off to one of the Wherholds or the other gold no one else has ever seen."

She shook her head again, lips quirked into a wry smile. "Oh well. Guess it means one more turn I can't punch her in the face. Maybe by then you'll have convinced me otherwise. And, hey! Look! the adorable green Impressed." Rochelle squeed and straightened up, shifting somewhat further from him than before in order to get a good look at the eggs. "I hope those two are atypicals..."

[sorry for the double post, phone isn't letting me 'edit' and I'm not home yet. :C]

All three dragons currently seeking their partners seemed like calm sorts. There were no more trills, chirps or bellows just three creatures heading towards their perfect match. It was sharp-eyed Watchful who seemed to reach a conclusion first. Pausing where he was he lifted his head and turned it to the left and sniffed the air, his tail finally stilling.

After only a moment's more consideration he set off again, picking up his pace to an easy trot. It was then that he broke the silence again with a surprisingly loud yowl from one who had been so still and quiet. When he halted again he was standing dead in front of Kharmeen, his eyes gleaming brightly.






The patched green paused where she was when the Impression was made and hummed softly, blinking slowly and seeming to drink in the moment. Sighing out the deep breath she had taken in she flowed onward towards the candidates but then paused a short distance away from them. The cause of her hesitancy was unclear but whatever it was seemed to be distressing her; yellow flashed through her eyes for a moment and she cast around, seemingly seeking another direction she could go in.

The Discreet dragon meanwhile gave a simple nod of his head; he could see that another sibling had Impressed and that was good. Just at the moment however he didn't actually care that much about the Watchful or Easily Agitated. Once he was safe with his own rider he might spare some consideration but right now he could not, would not distract himself from his search. If he didn't find His he would die, and as such focusing on anything other than the task at hand (or paw) was mere foolishness.

Roan continued to feed Syriacuth, the young blue eating quickly and yet careful enough not to bite Roan's hand.

The young boy had been listening to those around him and he glanced over at the remaining two eggs, his Syriacuth had hatched easily, so was there something wrong with them? He remembered their touchings and they both had something inside, so what was stopping them?

'They will be fine,' Syriacuth's voice pushed into his thoughts, would he ever get used to it? "But how? What if they're not strong enough to push out like you and the others? What about the other candidates?"

Syriacuth pushed his striped head under Roan's arm to get his attention, 'They should be able to push out, they were noisy enough in the shell, they'll survive to be noisy out here.' He said before sticking his head in the bucket looking for more food.

(Nash Vail)

A other impression and the brown was sort of pretty in a subtle way. Sort of stripy, banded, rosettes sort of pattern of dark brown on cool brown on pale fawn. Vaail hummed, shifting slightly on his feet, flexing slightly. It was actually getting a bit bored now, after the mauling hatching and the greens bolting through them.

Naanash watched the brown hatching past him by and gave a soft sound before looking out again at the two unimpressed dragons. They should find theirs soon, hopefully.

"If you decided the sky was beige I doubt I would have much luck convincing you otherwise," C'tis replied dryly with a little smirk. "More Impressions," he added with a nod, "and a precious brown among them! Shards forbid a valuable dragon be lost. What do you reckon on that other one: does the sun gleam out of its arse, I mean off its hide?" The smirk got bigger, and could in fact probably have jumped off the bluerider's face and lived a fulfilling independent life of its own.

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Leaning on his cane Bereck studied the remaining bronze/brown critically. He wasn't sure which way to call it if he was being frank with himself, but then to be fair to himself he didn't have his normal glasses on and as such the distance was rather fuzzy. All dragons safe Impressed so far though, and no deaths or crippling injuries. Over all really this Hatching was passing quite peacefully, and he was more than glad of that.