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The second the bronze hatched, it seemed all of the Wyer held its breath, Dorinelic included. A bronze, just slightly less rare then a gold! Watching the young, (yet quite large), dragonet unfurl its wings, Dorinelic caught sight of some of the young women Standing. Sadness reflected in their eyes. The Bronze would choose a male rider, so...inwardly, Dorinelic felt a bit sad for the girls. Some were even close to his own age which meant...that soon they would not return to the hatching sands. The small revelation made Dorinelic twinge. This might be his first time on the Sands but...It could also be his last. Looking at the faces, he spotted one he recognized. "Nandeli?" Edging behind the rows of candidates, he made his way over to the girl who had greeted him on his first night. "Nandeli, I didn't Know you were a candidate." He whispered, trying to keep his voice down while many stared at the young bronze.

Nathail had managed to not be too far from his friend Conomor throughout the whole event, though his attention had been much more focused on the hatching and Impressings than delving into a chat. Besides they could always talk on the way back off of the sands, if neither of them Impressed, or luck be praised, both of them. His eyes scan over the shell remains before watching the bronze. Clearly this one wasn't in any hurry as his clutchmates had been.


Ali grins beside himself, watching from a bit in the back with some of the older boys. Oh how exciting indeed! If he could have bounced on his feet without possibly losing his baance ot bumping into a fellow candidate he surely would be. Such lovely dragonets so far, each one stunning to the eye, well not to be surprised when he thought back on their beautiful eggs. The bronze out there was certainly a sight, looking pretty regal in his eyes as he took his sweet time choosing His. Maybe he was making up for the poor dear green who had been ridden with fear and had Hers come to the rescue? Oh what an adorable thought.

When a lanky girl strode forward to meet the shy Green, Westren was surprised to realize that the girl was his sister, Quinnel. A large grin split his face and he clapped excitedly as Quinnel guided the little Green off the sands and towards the feeding tables. He wanted to go and talk with her, but decided instead to wait until the end of the Hatching.

A handsome Bronze broke his shell and came forth, causing Westren to catch his breath before mentally berating himself.

‘ Really, a Bronze? I’d probably have almost as good a chance at Impressing a Bronze as Impressing a Gold!’

After stuffing another carefully-chosen chunk of meat into Fuxith's maw, Zara let her eyes wander towards the ongoing Hatching. Catching sight of Nelioa as she waved, her mouth curved upwards slightly in a smile and she waved in return. The bronze cracking shell held her attention for a brief moment--the lucky boy to Impress him could end up a Weyrleader someday--but that was all. The delicate blue dragonet bumping her hand with his nose would allow no more.

You are mine, he stated loftily. And you should feed me. Not that piece, either! Too much white stuff.

Frowning, Zara looked down at the piece of meat she'd picked up, then put it down to choose another. It'd looked fairly lean when she'd grabbed it, but it seemed nothing slipped past her new partner. "Sorry, Fuxith. I'll try to pay better attention."

Thank you.

Now, Noto's interest had been captured, as he leaned forward to listen to the murmurs that ran through the crowd. A bronze? Shards, that had been unexpected. He was rather oblivious to the riders that had managed to impress, the dragons having caught his attention. Golden eyes fastened on the small bronze, taking a sharp intake of breath. "Shards." This was way too stressing, he realized, running his hand through his straight locks.

One could appreciate the excitement, along with the suspense. He forced himself to relax, but he could only partially notice his surroundings. Such as the lucky riders that went to take their dragon to feed.. his attention was much too focused on the little dragonet. "Argh." Notos said as a sound of frustration to himself. It was so much easier when the dragon chose quickly, rather than having each of the candidates on the edge.

"....." Notos seemed to contemplate to himself, knowing that admist the excitement, he didn't have to worry about anyone overhearing him. One hand went up to his forehead, swiping away at the strands of hair that hindered his vision and at the beads of sweat that trickled down the side of his face. He had told himself that he wasn't expecting anything at this hatching, the chance to observe was one that many didn't have. But still, one's mind didn't always adhere to logic.

Anont had been entirely exhausted from chores when he'd felt the thrum, barely snapping to attention when he'd recognized what it was. Of all the days for it to happen, the one he was actually tired on! But shards, that wasn't going to bring his spirits down. He'd hurriedly sped to his room, slipping into the designated robes, barely taking the time to make sure they looked right. If it wasn't for the queen's thoughts on his appearance, he likely wouldn't have minded at all. But, no, he knew his priorities- straightening his robe as he hustled for the sands, Anont couldn't help but smile slightly.

It was certainly an exciting experience, getting ready for a hatching. His heart drummed readily in his chest, and he realized just how anxious he was- all the daydreams and idle thoughts were finally catching up with him. He'd watched a few hatchings, yes, but never had he been as ready for them as he was now. He was standing, after all! Pacing onto the sands, he took his place among his fellow candidates, looking onto the scene with baited breath and a hopeful heart.

As time passed, he found himself worrying. It wasn't that he was terribly upset, mind you, rather... he just had hopes that his dragon would be there. The other candidates Impressions had him smiling, though. It was difficult to be unhappy for anyone who found their dragonet on these days- particularly when they were just as excited as he was!

When Erisi in particular Impressed, a grin finally caught Anont's face, his heart fluttering in his chest. He impressed. His friend would be here at the Weyr, then. There was no fear of being left, and vaguely, Anont wondered if he could be filled in by Erisi on what exactly Impression was like- when time, permitted, of course. Shells, he was glad the other had Impressed- even if he himself didn't, the fact that Erisi had found his dragon made the experience worthwhile.

Returning his focus to the Hatching, Anont watched the rest in a sort of Euphoria- how he'd lived without experiencing this before, he'd never understand now. This was a life changing event, he thought happily to himself.

Even if his dragon wasn't here, it didn't matter. Just being here had been worth it.

Patient, and considerate, bearing none of the clumsiness that its clutchmates seemed to... Was this what separated a bronze dragon from the rest? Jiriar would step aside quietly to let the fellow through, a smile tugging faintly at his lips at the Impression was made. It truly was something to marvel at, and he shook his head slowly. Well, hopefully their bond would remain strong, and his eyes flickered back to the remaining eggs, though did rest a moment on the darkening sky. Already almost over...

There... weren't a whole lot of eggs left now, were there?

Okassis glanced furtively toward where the lucky Weyrlings were commiserating with their dragons - Sovann and Zara both among them. There were many others that he knew still with him on the Sands as well, of course, but there he felt a trader's gripping anxiety about being left behind while the caravan went onward. Even as he reminded himself, sternly, that there would be other chances - that he wasn't here for any dragon, but the one that was supposed to be his - he couldn't help a cold sense of desperation....

There were still eggs on the grounds, he scolded himself sharply - chances to Impress. There would be nothing more detracting to a newborn dragon than a Candidate that was riled up with insecurity, Okassis figured - so he did his best to seem confident, and waited with piqued determination for the next shell to crack.