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Akaya hurried to comply with the Weyrwoman's commands, stepping towards the remaining eggs in line with the rest of the candidates. Not much stamina--life in your hands--she nodded to herself and moved her hands forward to her sides, half clinging to the white robe. She spared only a glance for the Benden riders, but the lure of the eggs drew her eyes back again. She had to concentrate, focus!

Breathlessly, Malina moved to do as the Weyrwoman had said. There had been such a... a to-do that she hadn't quite been able to keep track of all of it, but what she knew was that a Brown and a Bronze had been hatched, and had both Impressed. This was very good news! Even if the Bronze had been very bossy, and had pushed the male Candidates around some. Well, wasn't that what Bronze dragons did? Maybe not all of them. She liked to think that some of them would be nice and not pushy and-- oh dear, she was woolgathering, and there were lines that needed to be reformed! Gathering up every bit of her courage, she put herself firmly back in place, and moved closer in. Would there be an Atypical dragon in that egg?

" . . . what's she doin' now? The Weyrwoman, I mean. She's got a shovel an' all, is she gonna smack the eggs now? Is this when the others hatch an' all? What about that other clutch?"

Ofelia leaned forward in her seat, her interests entirely raised. Cracking eggs naturally was...basic enough, but to see the woman hold that silvery-whatever it was in her hands and order people around? That was interesting.

"Heeeeyyy I can't see now either. They need ta move outta mah way so I can see what's goin' on!"

Ooh, now it was interesting again. La had entirely missed Ofelia's summons, unfortunately, but now she was involved again. Now was the time for her to see if something new and exciting would happen. There was this egg, the eggs from the crimson...yeah, she still had a chance. And the healer in her was curious to see how egg cracking went. She hadn't been paying attention in her first clutches, and she had missed quite a few since getting into healing. The procedure must be a delicate one, and...well, she had to admit that even if it were gruesome, she wouldn't mind taking a look at the innards of any egg, even if it didn't have a dragonet inside it.

Stepping forward, slotting herself neatly into line, and grinning, she put her hands on her hips and waited.

Moira watched from the flat of her back as another brown impressed and hatched, followed by...

“Is that another bronze?” she asked, wide eyed with surprise. Serlaith lifted her head only briefly, swallowing the piece of meat she was eating with minimal chewing. Unlike her new bondmate, the young queen seemed significantly less surprised.

Our clutch is the best clutch, her eyes whirled a shade of blue to convey unmatched joy.

Moira was already scrambling to her feet, having worked her way out from under Serlaith's head as the young queen swallowed her food. She practically jumped up, pumping a fist in the air and beaming from ear to ear. Again, her finger went out first to S'raid, then the other Benden riders in succession, alternating left hand then right.

“In. Your. Faces.” Moira turned around, and began a new take on the previous Victory Dance, now complete with added booty shaking. The young queen cocked her head sideways, curious at to why Hers was making such a show.

What are we doing, Mine?

“Gloating,” Moira said cheerfully, “Because our clutch is the best clutch,” Moira echoed.It wasn't all of the Benden riders faults, really. Only S'raid had given her a distaste for the infamously arrogant Weyr, but it was enough. Never one to be outdone, Serlaith snatched up another piece of meat and pressed her head to the ground, rear in the air.

And then the young queen shook it like nobody's business, in the most awkward dragon imitation of a booty dance ever to grace the face of Pern.

As Abigail lined up to take the first sound swing, one of the Crimson's clutch rolled and the Moon Rising egg burst open rather suddenly, leaving a rather surprised green blinking up at the Weyrwoman. Abigail blinked back the little green then looked down at the Gentle Breeze egg and couldn't help but laugh.

The green warbled at her then turn around to regard the girls. Shaking her head, the Weyrwoman lowered her shovel and re-lined up so that she might actually be able to follow through as the green toddled off.

She gave no instructions, didn't really have any for that - she'd hoped the Crimson clutch might take a day or two more to hatch buuuuut it seems the energy of the place was drawing the dragons out. She better hurry.

Taking that swing, the egg crunched as one side was neatly shattered and oozed off. Only to be poked outward as a rather indignantly Crimson also oozed out onto the Sands, carried by the goo from within her shell.

A Crimson! The Weyrwoman was elated at that and grinned as she stepped back, letting the Atypical wander the Sands on her own. While they might hatch the Atypicals, it was still up to the dragon to find theirs. If they survived, they were welcomed... if not, they usually went Between when they got to exhausted to move. That, Abigail felt, was the dividing line between Old and New - chance at life.

Crooning loudly, she shambled first towards the boys then checked herself, as if remembering Hers lay in some other direction. And to everyone's surprise, she started towards the boys. Male Crimsonriders were generally rare.... could she add another to that number?

When Abigail saw Moira's gloating, she frowned and called out over the chaos, her voice cutting through the din, "MOIRA! That is enough!" It wasn't the speech of a woman trying to help potential riders but a clear, and obvious command from the highest authority in the Weyr. Brakiath also rumbled, her mindspeech cutting through the young queen's antics as well, a single demanding word: Enough..

Akaya thought the green was just as surprised to hatch as the Weyrwoman was to see it hatch, but off she went with little a care. She was torn between watching the green toddling towards the girls, or the Weyrwoman doing her duty--and settled for glancing back and forth at both, probably looking a bit crosseyed in the process. The crimson that hatched--oh, a crimson! That had to be a good sign!--was off for the boys.

"PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF."

First egg was a crimson and it still went for the boys. If La had been just the slightest bit less restrained, she would have clapped a palm to her forehead. As it was, she simply rolled her eyes and waited. Everything nice went to the boys today, it seemed. Although there was the little green...La smiled at her, waiting to see what the creature did.