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"They are rare, but it could." At that point the silver started calling out. Solath, be kind and wait. That could of been you instead of him. Shards, where was the Silvers. He was starting to look weaker. He didn't want the hatching to end on a sad note.

The Silver continued to call and cry and even went so far as to step down from his throne and toddle a few steps towards the Stands, eyes whirling a brilliant orange with flashes of white. Where was His!?

His sheer distress carried him closer to his mother but he stumbled and fell as his strength failed him. Calling out in a miserable sound, he cast his glance over the Audience one last time.

And went suddenly, completely silent.

His head had stopped swaying, his tail had curled around him and he was staring intently into the Stands with a gaze somewhere between a predator having spotted prey and adoration.

Hekatemine! Why, praytell, are youthere? I demand you come see to your Devith for he hungers and all gazes shall be upon us, Mine. He shouted at her, the imperious, arrogant tone plain as day even minutes out of the shell.

Yes, Stands Impression indeed. Cetalese thought the girl looked familiar, one of the girls who worked as a drudge in the kitchen or Lower Weyr, and applauded for her. It was rare to Impress without being a Candidate, so it deserved some acknowledgement.

Good for her, Cetalese thought warmly.

Halith snorted. Her Silver will be a handful. We are much better off. Are we done with this now, Cetalesemine? The hatchlings are cute, but the Hatching is over now and we can go do something else before we lose daylight completely. You promised we would. We can invite Plexith and Velath as well, if they is not busy!

Cetalese looked over her shoulder in Halith's direction and smiled, giving a small shake of her head. Yes, Halith. I will try to make it out of the throngs of people, and then we can take an adventure. No bugling! She warned as she saw Halith lift her head. Brakiath was on both of their minds as Halith's eyes whirled with apology and she instead made her shouts private and mental only.

Velath! Plexith! Over here! You are not busy now. Let's go for a trip! Cetalesemine promised we could and you have nothing else to be doing. Let's go!

Wait What?! It WAS a Stands Impression but to whom?! Dizzian let the breath she'd been holding out as the silver calmed, choosing his. At least he wouldn't Between. Finally she noticed the tell tale look of Impression on a young woman's face. Dizzian's shock was doubled. She was a drudge?! How in the world did she find THAT much luck? Going from the bottom rung of the weyr, below even the candidates, to the top in one instant! She was lucky she'd even shown up. Dizzian internally fought against the ingrained prejudice that drudges were servants only. No. If anyone deserved to Impress it was someone who'd worked hard! Yes that was the way to look at it. This young woman must have done something. Dizzian still couldn't quite believe it though.

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Ailin looked around as the last dragonet Impressed. Were they allowed to go now? He was rather anxious to get off the Sands and be by himself for some time. Whether he knew it or not he needed to get over the death of the young boy beside him and his own unnoticed disappointment at not Impressing.

Because I wasn't invite to join the party, but I certainly don't mind crashing it. Hekate replied a slow mischievous grin stretching over her lips as she picked up into a run through the crowd slipping through the masses until she reached the stands barrier.

Picking up speed the girl leaped her hand clasping the edge of the wall as she flipped over it in a flash of color and skirts as easily as if she'd been jumping fences to avoid guard whers.

Landing on the sand Hekate mimicked the dragons predatory crouch as she rose amber eyes flashing as she moved with a suave and very threatening grace keeping her pace at a fast run to come to a halt my her dragon's side.

Her Dragon.

Flashyentrance. . .I approve. Now come Mine! I hunger! The silver all, but roared in his rider's mind as Hekate lay her hand on the silvers neck allowing the dragon to lean into her for support without losing is pride.

Giving the stands and candidates a sweeping look Hekate flashed them a dark winning smile, Devith all, but smirking along as the two walked off the sand heads held high.

Once out of sight though all business turned to feeding.

Mine I demand goodmeat. That slab there. Get it for me! Devith barked drawing a laugh from Hekate, but she did as asked snatching the meat up and taking her place among the others allowing Devith to lounge in style as she fed him the best cuts she could get her hands on leveling a solid glare at anyone along with her dragon who dared to give them less.

Nope, the crimson hadn't made an Impression with that first girl, instead she seemed to shift her attention to another. A black was the next to hatch and was soon paired with another female. Huh, it seemed that there was a lot of female Impressions at this hatching. Not that she had seen any others.

Aislin was drawn back to the eggs as another whack against an egg caught her attention. Another crimson pushed her way from the shell, making as much noise as the black had. The girl couldn't help but grin slightly at the sight. She seemed so happy to just be out of her shell. Watching the hatchling make her way towards the boys, she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.

However, after a moment of rest and what seemed like hesitation, the crimson changed direction and headed towards the girls. Before she could make it, she stumbled and sat back down. And then she started to cry out. A sound that had the girl's heart in her throat. The hatchling wasn't going to between was it? She really hoped not.

And then the crying stopped. Did she find her partner? Aislin craned her head slightly to get a better look. That was when a presence suddenly entered her mind, clumsy at first until it seemed to settle in.

Aislinmine! It couldn't be. You are so far away! Your Loveth is so tired and hungry! Aislin couldn't help the look of surprise that was surely written all over her face. It took Loveth's next cry to shake her out of it, which had her hurrying to the crimson's side. "Of course! You did so well! Let's get you fed." Scooping her new companion into her arms, Aislin slowly stood up and started towards the feeding tables. For being a Harper, she managed to only stumble a few times with Loveth's weight.

After gently setting the crimson down, she quickly set about to feeding the tired hatchling. Between mouthfuls, Loveth slipped in close to hers and Aislin couldn't help but stroke the hide still caught in the wonder of it all.

Hekate was most certainly the odd girl out amongst the candidates her richly colored clothes standing out at the table alongside the white of the other's candidate robes.

And there were so many of them though she had no doubts that there would be mutterings about a drudge impressing a silver of all colors! A scowl played along Hekate's lips as she caught a few disapproving stares from her former fellow drudges whom now worked to bring her and her Devith food.

Pay them nomind. Came Devith's voice cutting through her mind like a flashing knife even as he stuffed his face in each offered piece of food she put before him only pausing briefly to lick his bloody maw. Likely a frightening sight to those whom were attending to the demanding silver.

We, Mine, Are that of which Legends are made of. The dusky silver assured her in a low rumbling croon as Hekate reached out running her hands over his hide with a dark smile. Devith's voice for all it's power echoed equally with love, a rather demanding possesses and egotistical love, but love nonetheless as the hatchling's eyes whirled a rich blue and green the meat Hekate carefully picked for him helping to ease his hunger.

"Of course and the Harpers will sing our praise Devith." Hekate whispered to her lifemate her amber gold eyes bright with love and pride. Running her fingers over Devith's eye ridges the silver crooned leaning into his rider, his weight heavy against her in his exhaustion and sleep courting him hard against his will.

It would though not due to appear ungainly before his subjects.

Asthey should. He replied with a derisive snort as if the fact that harpers might consider singing of anything else was a thought far beyond foolish. He was after all clearly superior to any other dragon.