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Mairin ( Interacting with Hennory and Mei)

Mairin had seen Hennory looking over in her direction but quickly realized it was the girl beside her he was looking at. At least for a moment anyways before his gaze shifted and he waved at her. Mairin grinned and waved back, mouthing her own returned wish of luck to him. He seemed nice and reliable enough from the little time she'd spent with him, if he was destined to become a rider today Mairin would truly be happy for him.

Still Mairin turned curiously to the girl beside her. Mei who was looking off into the stands. " Who are you looking for?" Whoever it was they seemed more important to Mei than to be looking for Hennory.

Mairin herself had no one to look for, her father would likely out at sea and her moth-

Oh! Mairin's thoughts were interrupted as the wild dog egg began to hatch. She snorted softly as the hatchling found her way out into the world in a charming manner. She had quite the patchwork hide and the little green seemed just as happy and excitable as she remembered the dragonet's egg being.

Ameleia's eyes went to the Wild Dog egg as it started to react in such a bouncy manner, something that caused her to lift a hand to smother a bit of a giggle, "So cute." She murmured, having had the chance to meet with that egg during the touching a couple sevenday ago, and it excited her to see what would be coming from the egg with the tricolored shell. As it burst open, revealing a pretty green, she gave a happy sound, "Wow! Just as pretty as her egg was." She said to herself.

As the dragoness started to bounce around the area, looking to be quite the playful little thing, she could help but to look at her, look to the other candidates, and then back again wondering who it would who got to end up with such an energetic little dragoness. Whoever it was would be lucky for sure... but then again whoever got any of the dragons out on the sands today would be lucky if you asked her.

Mei (Response to Mairin)

She jumped somewhat when she realized that someone was speaking to her, looking over at Mairin with a look of vague confusion before registering the statement. "Oh! I was just hoping my parents made it here, but-"

She was unable to finish the statement before one of the eggs gave a mighty crack, bringing everyone's attention front and center as the Wild Dog Egg split, and its contents rolled along with the remnants of its shell before finally succeeding in extricating herself from it.

Baby dragons didn't look quite how Mei had imagined them. They weren't quite dragons in miniature, but rather like an awkward, leggier rendition. Ugly would not be the appropriate word. No.. young, still growing, and the adorable nature of the green managed to put her at ease. It seemed playful, like a puppy. But these were not puppies at all. She had to stop and remind herself that these small creatures would become big, strong beasts like Zelith.. though of course this green would not get that big.. but compared to most other creatures on Pern, even greens were impressive in size.

Hennory

It was almost a weight off his shoulders for the first egg to hatch, spilling its enthusiastic contents onto the sands. Said contents seemed quite friendly, at that. His lips curled just a bit, the grin being that of relief as the first veil of the unknown was pulled away. This is what a baby dragon looked like up close. They were different, but he could handle that. He gave one long, shaky exhale as he tracked the green's progress on the sands, curious as to which direction she would move, and who would Impress the first dragon.

Would it be him? What sort of dragon would find him worthy? Even as he watched the green, he reminded himself that they often, but not always went to women. It was moments like this he'd wished he'd not been hold-born. Perhaps then he'd have more an idea of what to expect.

While Wild Dog happily skipped over to the candidates another egg decided that now was when it planned on making an appearance. A long thin egg began to shake and quiver. The movements were small and controlled, nothing like the previous eggs dramatic movements. This egg was more restricted in it's movements. Tension building as small cracks began to appear all across the misty grey and purple surface.

The Black Mamba egg's shell was broken when a dark blue foot broke through. Another soon followed and a nose followed not long after. Many candidates would remember this egg and how much it wanted to be left alone, it seemed peculiar it would hatch so early. The tri-shaded muzzle pushed harder at the egg, as it slowly forced the opening to become larger. Small fragments of egg fell away as the dragon slipped out of the egg.

The dark blue hatchling stood slowly and looked around, lacking the excitement of his sister. The blue was a dark grey-blue with a paler underbelly. The blue would have seemed rather uninteresting, were in not for the large dark mouth covering his throat. The dragon turned his calm eyes to the candidates and hiss softly. Clearly Black Mamba was no more inclined to them than he had been before.

Alara

Alara watched the wild dog dragonet move off towards some of her fellow candidates but it seemed that the little green would not be given much time alone on the stage that was the hatching grounds. It looked like soon Alara would have to begin the task of paying attention to multiple dragonets at once as the Mamba egg began to crack. The young woman had long ago learned that focusing on just one dragonet or just the eggs and the like could get you accidentally run into or swiped at by a a hatchling who felt you weren't giving them the amount of attention they were due.

When a blue nose popped out of the black mamba egg Alara was pleased. Technically hatchings were supposed to be luckiest if a bronze hatched and impressed first but it was the smaller and more agile dragons who made up the majority of the Weyr's population. Thread was falling again and Pern needed dragons of all colours not just the big boys that were often so desired although they certainly had their place as well.

It looked like the dark hided blue wanted nothing to do with her or the other candidates just yet though. Alara wondered if Ista was going to become known for having standoffish or aggressive blues during their hatchings. Warily the young woman let her gaze shift between the blue and green dragonets, doing her best to keep track of both

Mairin

Mairin sent the hissing blue dragonet an unimpressed stare back. She wasn't exactly challenging him but she wasn't about to be intimidated by him either. Instead she shifted impatiently from heel to ball of each foot as she waited to see which egg would crack next and who the excited looking green would pick. It was clear right now that the recently hatched blue wasn't looking for his partner just yet. While she wouldn't be subdued by his less than positive nature Mairin did hope he found someone, it would be a shame for the clutch to lose one of the first hatchlings.

Still quite new to the whole Weyr business Mairin had no idea how to spot the difference between a dragonet waiting or quietly searching and one who was angry or distressed that the mind they sought wasn't there. Eye colours could apparently be a bit deceptive right now from what she'd learned during recent lessons. They could change rapidly and even the usually concerning grey could appear for a short while with the dragon still firmly in the land of the living.

Mei

Pissing off a dragon while it was in the egg was one thing. Now, that little beast was out of his shell and baring rather ominous little needle teeth. The only thing that didn't make her suddenly feel a sense of panic was that the mamba was seeming more that it was warning people than being outright aggressive. Regardless, Mei was not about to tempt fate; she stayed close to the other women on the sands, feeling a sense of safety in numbers.

Luckily, she was able to maintain a decent poker face, standing proud despite being dwarfed by several inches by many of the others on the sands. Mei wasn't about to go out of her way to have an angry staring contest with baby dragons, but she certainly didn't want to come off as weak. It had been mentioned in their classes that the dragons would sense their fear. On top of that, approaching dragons seemed to be an obvious no-no, unless they were chosen.

How she'd know if she'd been chosen was beyond her. She assumed that the young dragon would speak to her, but the way people spoke of it implied that it was much more than that. Her eyes drifted from the green, then toward the blue, trying to read their body language, follow the line of their eyes. Perhaps the two of them already had someone in mind? Would either of them look to her? If they did, she sincerely hoped she wouldn't misread their signals and get mauled instead-- perhaps she'd duck out of the way just to be safe if they moved her way.

Hennory

Oh, there went the angry little blue; Hennory had given that egg a wide berth when the touching had ensued, taking it's obvious hint that it did not want to be touched as he moved on to other eggs. Mei's amusing reaction to it had stood out in his mind, along with the sea crafter fellow who had also hazarded a touch upon the dark, ominous shell. It seemed the dragon was in no better a mood, hissing out towards the candidates in a clear warning not to come near.

Of course, the little blue would have to Impress or die. The futility of the situation made Hennory pause, mulling over the thoughts in his mind even as his eyes strained to keep watch on both of the hatchlings at once. Funny, how the fate of the candidates were held in the wings of these dragons. The ultimate choice was up to them, but in the end, the dragons themselves still had to make it. Perhaps none of them really had full control over their destiny, only working within the obvious constraints of their nature and environment.

Huh.. those were awful deep thoughts for such a moment, when he should be focusing on keeping his mind clear and inviting, and light on his feet to avoid being mauled. Still, no matter how hard he tried, trying to clear his mind only made the thoughts come into his brain with increasing persistence, especially with concerns about destiny and fate. Ugh. He plucked at the end of his braid with fingers, aiming to busy his hands so that he didn't feel so awkward about merely standing there waiting for the Impressions to occur.