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((Is so exciting!))

Dashing into the grounds, Feather yawned again... she'd been up most of the night wondering about the eggs she'd been given yeaterday evening. Hoping she wasn't too late, she slipped off the light sandals she'd used to protect her feet on her run across the bowl and joined the other Candidates, white-robed and hopeful.

Looking expectantly at the eggs, she noticed a crack in one of them... Without warning, the dragon within suddenly spilled from the shell, and she could only stare...

Viant looked to where the bronze flit had indicated and beamed. he waived at his sister

"T'thia you made it!"

he turned and scanned the dragons for her bronze not finiding him he figured she hadn't learned how to go between yet. now knowing his sister was watching he was able to hapily turn back to the eggs and pay attention. Viant caught glimpses of other candidates running in to place out of the corner of his eyes.

((Hopping over from Benden ^^))

Berylaith popped from between and wheeled quickly, avoiding another random dragon in the air as the agile green came in for a landing.

Kasira gasped and grabbed onto the straps for a moment. Careful!

I knew where I was going... Her dragon's voice was tinged with mock annoyance, amusement clear underneath it.

Kasira shook her head and laughed as she hopped down to the ground and wandered toward the small group forming of older riders.

For her own part, Beryl took a couple of quick running strides and launched into the air again, quickly finding an unoccupied perch where she could see down onto the Sands.

((Tag anyone?))

G'dor smiled over to K'elt as he came to join them, looking back down to the now purring Will in his lap. The small kitten had curled himself up in his owner's lap, kneeding at his leg with his little paws and looking up to him with his eyes half parted- a contented feline smile on his pink lips. It was comforting to see the little creature so calm and content even with all the noise around him. Will had been an unexpected asset to his sucessful thread fight. Not a thread had scored any in G'dor's minature team of four. Will's senses were sharp- felines had a sixth sense and were in tune with nature and it's workings. He knew before hand when the thread was falling. His acute sense of smell, hearing, and sight had aided in the battle. Will was generally a silent feline but when thread grew near his scream was enough to even compare to a dragon's trumpet simply out of the sheer shrillness in his voice. The panic and warning to both himself and the other three he cared for thick in the creature's tone. But he was calm- a normal feline just might have scrambled, throwing claws everywhere and spitting in protest. Will never raised a hair off his back.

G'dor carried much of the same traits. Though everyone around him was exctited and full of joy and fond meomory, he was lost in his thought and very calm in doing so. He was never one for large gatherings and aside from his own, this was the only hatching he had attended. Even then his reasoning wasn't for his own interest in social gatherings. He was loanly and hadn't seen his friends in a long time. He hadn't had anyone to be with when the young rider died, no one congradulated him on his fight against the thread, and no one would speak to him about his concerns about his future. It seemed selfish but that was part of why he didn't mention any of this to the others.

He glanced to K'elt, smiling a bit, "Good flight, K'elt. I couldn't think of anything better to represent all that being a bronze rider should be than your performance in the air."

((I've got three NPC's I'm going to use. So far they are Simeon (Nevaeh's father), Shakina (Her mother), and Abigail (Nevaeh's baby sister).))

Coming out from between the brown dragon quickly landed letting off the three passengers he had been carrying besides his rider. The brown quickly took off heading for an open perch with the other dragons that were now watching the hatching.

Simeon took off at a run with his wife Shakina in hand and their baby daughter Abigail in her arms. "Hurry we are late as it is. I want to see Nevaeh in her most precious moment."

"Simeon please slow down you're scaring abigail." Simeon stopped and turned to face his wife. "Alright." Simeon said taking the baby girl from his wife hands. "Let go." Again they started up the stands finding a seat close to the middle by a few people Simeon knew from his younger days when he once lived as a holder of this very Weyr.

Shakina once seated began searching the young candidates looking for Nevaeh. It didn't take her long for Nevaeh's dark hair and skin really stood out among the candidates. Shakina waved finally catching Nevaeh's attention. Simeon smiled as Shakina pointed out Nevaeh after she had found her and he too waved to Nevaeh. "She looks beautiful."

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Nevaeh was enchanted by the beautiful dragon who stood in front of her and the other candidates that were still arriving. She could hardly take her eyes from this beautiful young creature but something was telling her to check the stands. It just felt like there was somebody watching her from there only her but who would want to watch her.

Finally she turned her eyes from the baby dragon and scanned the stands. There she saw them up close to the middle of the stands her mother and father both where here to watch her. She smiled up at them as they waved to her. Quickly she waved back at them smiling a happy smile.

Today was the happiest day of her life not because she was a candidate for the most beautiful and respected creatures on Pern but because now she knew that her mother and father cared enough to come she her at one of her finest moments she will ever have. This made her heart soar.

((Aww... How sweet huh? Hey Tara are you going to tell us what the little dragon does soon? The suspense is killing me!))

He didn't remember getting Aoki's message. Everything had gone so quickly it was hard to tell heads from tails half the time. Of course, he could remember the screaming of his feline companion and he was grateful that it was very much like the call of a banshie. It had saved him from one too many close calls. Seeing the threadscore on K'elts arm wedged a bit of guilt in the pit of his throat... perhaps he hadn't fought as hard as K'elt had. He had come out without so much as a clump of ash in his hair and K'elt had been schored. He opened his mouth to say something to that reguard but they changed the subject back to the hatching. He didn't want to say that he was uninterested in the hatching at hand... so he addressed Aoki's statement first, "Yes... I recall our own hatching very well." His voice was probibly almost too soft to hear above the excited mutterings.

"And... I havn't met any of the canidates, I just don't speak to anyone I suppose other than the both of you."

((vv Can you guys refrain from putting what the dragonets do? I need to rearrange the order of the hatching now. And you don't impress until I actually put "Impression occured". ^^" Hatchlings may interact with you but not Impress k?))

The hatchling stumbled out it's prison, falling nose first into the sands. Clumisly it managed to get up keening softly in pain. The small dragonet stumbled foward a few paces, before it's wings overbalanced it and it took another ungraceful dive to the sands right in front of Neveah. Briefly it struggled to get to it's feet.


At the same time, a loud crack resounded. On a medium sized egg not too far away a round a crack curled up into a circle. That circlular peice of shell suddenly fell outwards. A small snout pushed it’s way through the hole in it’s egg, getting stuck. Faint whimpers drifted across the sands as the dragonet tried to pull back out of it. Almost audibly, the sharp shards of shell scraped across the dragonets mouth. Blood oozed from the scratches looking almost like a small feline’s whiskers. With another resounding crack, two holes popped out at the bottom. Struggling the hatchling, put it’s clawed feet through the holes and attempted to move out towards the candidates.