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The first hatching.

It was the first egg she had ever seen hatch, while the goop should have grossed her out.... it really didnt. It was similar to a herd beast being born...in the goop everywhere sense. Tila had seen and helped enough of those before this, so this didnt phase her. Though the act of a life being born did. Her first dragon hatching she had seen!

She held her breath as the dragon approached.. she seemed to look into each of them, individually... only to turn away from the girls. No... theirs was not here. She smiled, remembering this egg. She would make theirs proud.

Rainforest churred and warbled as she righted herself, and proceeded to nose the rest of the eggs, turning a few on their sides and getting many a wiggling response in answer. Burbling with laughter, she looked up and very obviously grinned at the Candidates, course her impressive mouth was large as it was and the grin looked positively cheshire on this one. No harm, no foul, right?

The Deciduous green looked back when her sister warbled and huffed in amusement, nosing the boys out of her way so she could look back at the clustering of eggs.

A warning rumble from the golds sent the mischievous green tumbling and she righted herself with another laugh before heading off towards the boys as well.

Among the disturbed eggs, the desert egg was next to rumble and crack, its shell cracking into broad pieces and falling away to reveal a pale brown. His eyes, however, were whirling yellow as he lifted his head and played a gaze full of exacting appraisal over the gathered assembly. He snorted once, rolled his shoulders, and back away from the Candidates.

Anxious, Nayetuel hovered at the edge of the Sands, having managed a clumsy, if deep, bow to the lovely Gold dragon. He was still entirely uncertain about... well, everything, but the opportunity to Stand, to maybe find the place he was meant to belong, was too good to pass up. He'd had no luck with it back home, after all, maybe... Maybe this was where he was supposed to be. Maybe one of the dragons now emerging, one of the eggs still waiting, was for him, maybe his purpose was to be one of Pern's defenders.

Or maybe he was being ridiculous, even being here. Who was he, to ride a dragon? Who was he to have one of those fragile, intriguing little babies look to him for care and safekeeping?

But he wanted to belong, wanted so badly to find his match, and his purpose. And how could he not wish for a dragon of his very own? Look at them, they were darling! Three little dragons out on the Sands, one looking so... dignified, one so delightfully happy, and the little Brown looking so nervous! Who wouldn't want to be the one for them?

Zeren snapped his head round as he was nudged aside, he was about to say something to whoever it was when his eyes were full of green dragon, who was looking back towards the eggs, that the cheerful green was inspecting. Once more he glanced at the stands and spied Kazvar. He smiled broadly and moved his attention back to the eggs again, just as a brown hatched. "pleeease let them find Theirs swiftly" he breathed to himself, worried that the brown was moving away from them all.

Goodness, both greens heading for the boys? He fought himself against shifting nervously, they both seemed good tempered enough, they would find theirs he told himself. He Straitened almost sharply when the Brown backed up, no...no no.. he was afraid it might go between.
There had to be someone for all of them...there had to...didn't there?

S'raid gave the little Brown a Look. If the single 'large' egg in the clutch turned up with a namby pamby nonsense dragonet, he was going to have words with... well. No, he was simply going to be mildly irked. Galvanth, on the other hand, crooned to the three little dragonets, acting for all the world like an overeager canine, much to his rider's disgust and guarded dismay. Yellow eyes, as far as S'raid was concerned, meant trouble. It was worse, of course, because of that nonsensical little Green. The silly thing didn't seem to know how a dragon was meant to behave, dancing about like... like... ... well, like her father. S'raid sighed. Of course.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, warding off that headache that was sure to come. As far as 'signs' went, a pair of Greens was less than impressive. He did not feel like discussing the implications of this with any of his fellows. Not anytime soon, at any rate. Galvanth, would you cease that infernal nonsense? he snapped, and then, feeling somewhat as though he had overreacted, he sent along a wave of warm feeling to the Bronze. The newly made father was feeling rather sensitive, he knew, and perhaps now was not the time for this.

Sorry, Galvanth said mournfully, but his tune changed almost immediately when he took note of the Candidates below. See how excited they are? They should be! After all, they were blessed with such excellent dragonets to Stand for. Didn't they know that? ... Some of them seemed to. Curiously, he looked over the Candidates, trying to decide if they were as excited as the occasion warranted. He bugled, and S'raid regretted loosening his hold on his Bronze. The bugle was quickly modulated to another croon within a matter of moment.

Anya tried to watch the dragonets impassively, if her's was here then it would find her right? Thats how it was meant to go and if it wasn't well..there was always next time and no amount of fretting or excitement would swing things in either direction.

That being said she couldn't quite quell the fluttering in her stomach and the hope that her's would indeed be here today.