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This happened to be one of few times Tideal was so captured in awe. While he liked noting better than to maintain his usual plain expression, but his admiration was splayed clearly across his face. Though each egg that successfully impressed left him with a pang of longing he wasn't the sort who would let that show.
Tideal pressed closer to the back of the robed Candidate crowd, shifting uncomfortably in his own garb. 'It was expected to be nervous, he told himself, 'especially on one's first time standing for a clutch... We'll just wait and see, then.' He frowned mentally at his own fidgeting and made an effort to still himself.
"What a handsome bronze," Tideal mumbled to quietly.

Nelioa's blue eyes shifted over to the bronze. At first it seemed like it was going to take its sweet time, relishing the world outside the egg before making its place known beside its new rider and companion. She chuckled to herself as it finally made its choice. She wondered if hunger had finally reached its belly or if it had been silently choosing before making a grand show of bee-lining strait towards its rider. Never the less it was a grand scene to watch unfold.

She wrung her hands lightly her eyes moving back over towards the sands. Not many eggs left, a gnawing pit in her stomach began to churn. This was her first hatching on the sands, things seemed so different down here than they did in the sands. Part of her began to wonder if they would ever hatch, she wanted so badly to see them. Each opening egg was a small wonder in and of itself. By the end of this day reguardless of if she impressed she knew she was going to be exhasted from the sheer excitment.

Aaah, regretting telling her already? Or perhaps he regretted that he had just informed the whole Weyr that he was currently seeing someone. She didn’t really see why. Telling her was like telling everyone anyways, so it would have got around pretty fast as soon as the Hatching was over. He’d just saved himself a lot of trouble by coming clean where everyone could hear him. Giving Marko one final wave, she turned back to watch as a little green dragon hatched. Aaaw the poor little thing was so scared! When she stopped in front of the group of girls Nandeli couldn’t help but breathe in sharply, but the dragon was not for her. She grinned when she saw Quinnel making her way through the crowd, nodding encouragingly as she passed. A little green would suit the girl just fine.

Her eyes lit up when a bronze broke free of his shell, watching eagerly as he made his way towards the boys. The little dragon would have a hard choice ahead of him. Nan knew for sure that there were many boys who wanted him, many of which were her friends. She had just stood on tiptoe to try and watch the dragon when the approach of someone made her look away. “Dorinelic!” Nandeli whispered, grinning at her newest acquaintance. “I didn’t know you were a Candidate either! All Weyrbrats are allowed to Stand regardless of whether or not they’re Searched. Did you get Searched?”

Judging by the cheers, the laid-back bronze had Impressed, and Nandeli glanced over quickly to look at the Candidate. None of her closer male friends, but that was okay. There were still two eggs left!

The number of eggs had drastically dwindled down, and with them, so came the hopes of the remaining Candidates. There had just been so many more Candidates than eggs though, as the Candidatemaster would shortly have to be pointing out to a collection of long and disappointed faces. Their dragons would come, etcetera, etcetera.

For at least one more Candidate, their dragon was on the way. The Javanese Damsel Egg was beginning to sway mightily, having an almost hypnotic effect on everyone. What would come out? The boys and girls probably all had their own private hopes thrust upon the poor creature struggling to get free.

For several more long minutes, the egg heaved back and forth, before the dragon inside thrust a foot out, and then a wing, and finally collapsed onto the sand, panting. He did not look very pleased to be there, and many of the riders remarked at his side. Even as a youngling, he was quite obviously going to be big for his color, which was a rich overall blue. The question was, who would he choose?

Back and forth... back and forth... It was the rich, blue egg he'd remembered touching before, his tongue clicking faintly against the roof of his mouth until the creature spilled out onto the sands. A blue--much bigger than the dainty blue before! He looked exhausted, his great sides heaving for breath while Jiriar had to marvel. Reminded him of how tired baby herdbeasts were when they were first birthed, though he imagined the dragonet would soon be struggling to its feet.

Wow, what a hulk! For a moment, Okassis perked up. Maybe a bit of a grouch, though, with that expression - more likely, just not happy with the world he'd stepped out into. Who would this one pick, though? His gaze flicked briefly to the other boys - eager and nervous and anticipatory and hopeful, everyone in the lot.

He thought that he must be fitting in perfectly right now, but regardless of his emotional landscape, his expression was oddly flat already. He was serious now, and when he got serious, he withdrew. The Candidate might have been somewhat noticeable, standing straight and tall and observing in the front of the pack of boys, while most the others were yet intent and hopeful. Maybe this was some sign - maybe, on whatever subconscious level that controlled his features, he didn't want it bad enough?

At the beginning of the Hatching, despite herself, Aderyn had been taut with anticipation, waiting for hers to arrive. But now, however, it was nearing the end, and there were still too many Candidates, and not nearly enough eggs. It was becoming devastatingly clear that her chances were slim to none; she'd been aware of this, of course, going into it, she'd told herself and been told by others that there was likely to be disappointment, but somewhere within herself had been a voice which said maybe this is the time I'll get what I want. Maybe... But once again, it seemed, the rug had been pulled from beneath her.
It was difficult to hold the emotion away from her face. It would be unacceptable for her to break down in front of others, to project herself outward, to reveal her vulnerability. Instead, she straightened her shoulders and stood tall and stoic at the back of the group of girls, a solitary statue, trying her best not to crack.
Only a little longer, and then you can find someplace to let it all out...