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Saykiro moved out of the brown's way as he looked for His and silently congratulated the new pair.

His eyes moved back to the last of the eggs from the Gold, gasping as another bronze emerged. This one seemed more regal then the other. Saykiro imaged himself on the back of a Bronze, but quickly shook the thought away. There was no way he would be with that color. Curious as to who this one would chose, he looked at the candidates still there with him in the sands. Maybe the bronze will chose one of them and not go to the stands like the other did. Either way he was be happy for the Impressions being made.

Oh, Good blessings, another bronze? Granted, it'd been a very large clutch, but to have another Bronze was a good thing, right? That made... A queen, Twoo... Bronzes, and three Browns? Four? In all the hectic ways of the impression, Jalarant couldn't really remember. He watched the large, beautiful, wet dragon stalk over to them. Even if he wasn't to Impress, he enjoyed watching them.

..Ah, and that strikingly marked Brown had Impressed as well! Good! Jalarant didn't know the candidate, he didn't know many people well, but hopefully they would both be happy together.

Nodding, he watches as the brown picks out His fairly quickly. Only a few eggs left and a bronze felt it was time to show himself. He wished good luck to fellow. Privately S'kor wondered why none of the crimson's clutch had hatched. From what he'd heard they were laid a day later. Did that mean they'd hatch a day late?

Optheli was glad it didn't take long to feed Dynith. Not that she hadn't handled raw meat in preparing dinners for the caravan. She covers her chuckle at not having to do that anymore. No, now she was going to have to make increasing large amount to feed Dynith. At least until the dragon could make her own kills.

The brown was an adorable thing, all beautiful markings and clumsy sweetness -- and when it moved to stand directly before him, Auren found his heart thumping violently. "W-what?" The bewildered Runner apprentice didn't know what to think -- but then those great eyes turned up to him, full of need and patience and quietness, and that voice sounded in his head.

Aurenmine, Your Tytoth is hungry. Feed me?

Feeling his chest suddenly full of warmth and his head full of needful little brown, Auren nodded a little dumbly, reaching out to stroke the pale-marked face, the soft feathering of the lightness around it, and felt Tytoth push his head further into his hand. "O-of course," stammered the young runner, a smile blossoming over his features as he paused a moment, looping long arms around the slender neck for a moment, and then gestured toward the food table. "I'll... I'll feed you..." He felt that hunger as if it were his own. "A-and we'll... perhaps meet some of your clutchmates, too, while we're at it...!"

Akaya didn't envy the boys one bit as the bronze went to bully them into order. Oh, His would have a time of it, she was sure. She hoped he wouldn't go further than snapping in his reorganizing, but if a Candidate proved ornery...then again, who'd be silly enough to provoke a bronze? When it said move into line, you moved into line! Not that it could say it, but still...he was being very clear about what he wanted.

He watched as the bronze moved roughly through the males. The closer the bronze got, the more Saykiro moved out of the way. There was no way he wanted to be in this guys way.

The bronze continued to push and batter and shove the boys into line, prowling down the length of the options before he circled back around to stare at them. Rumbling loudly, his gaze met and then blatantly dismissed at least six Candidates before he stopped his inspection before one particular boy.

The boy's eyes widened and he hesitantly reached out a hand but the bronze snapped and growled at him, pushing past him to stand ever so proudly beside Devlin.

He had chosen, and as far as he was concerned, he had chosen well! His voice was a rich and smooth one, the confidence unmistakeable but there was a warmth for His as well.



Abigail sighed with relief as the bronze impressed. That... had been nerve wracking for her. He might have cleaned up the boys' line but she'd almost begun to think he might have a His among those gathered.

She looked up once more and the Gold rumbled, indicating that she thought that was last her eggs to hatch. Only one potential dud from a clutch of ten - that was excellent! And so she stepped forward, shovel in hand, and addressed the Candidates.

"Reform your ranks! And step in! Atypical dragons do not have much stamina when they are newborn. Its life is in your hands, do not forget that!" She waited the few moments it took for the Candidates to reform their ranks. He voice was loud and carried well, the backdrop of rumbling from the Queen as she lifted her head to challenge the Benden riders who had chosen to attend a powerful thing indeed.

Liyar sighed- she'd be left out this time, she decided. Regardless, when it came time to crack the possible dud, she stepped forward, but kept close to the other candidates. She didn't want to stress the atypical dragonet out by making it walk farther if she was it's lifebonded. Her shoulders sagged a bit- yes, this was disappointing, but- it would be alright, she figured. If she was ment to form one of these bonds, she would.