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Hmmn, yes, that was as it should be. A girl should be grateful for the opportunity Impress a Green. It was the only color besides Gold (and Crimson, he acknowledged grudgingly) that they were truly suited for. S'raid watched the pair for a moment before his eyes turned to the remaining eggs. Would these eggs require that shovel, too? He didn't care for it, much. It seemed a barbaric practice, as far as Galvanth was concerned, and he wasn't sure that he disagreed. But yet there was the point of view that such creatures would never find their use if they weren't let out of their eggs. If they all persisted in being as disgraceful as that one Crimson dragonet, he didn't know that he'd much mind that, however.

Galvanth rumbled, echoing Serlaith's bugle, pleased that the little one had found her match. It was well, and the Queen's interest in her adoptive sister was becoming. Sitting back on his haunches, he observed them all, determined that more normal colors should come from those eggs. It was entirely inappropriate to crack dragonets from their shells, and surely all would know that by now. If more natural colors appeared, perhaps he could see his way to approving a little more of the Crimsons. ... But that was yet to be determined. He hadn't decided yet what he thought of that. Moira is in high spirits, he informed his rider unnecessarily, and S'raid only grimaced.

"Good girl," La said softly, smiling as the little dragonet finally found who she was looking for. And then her attention turned back to the eggs. It looked like Abigail was going to need her shovel, but she had to admit, she was concerned that not all of the eggs were going to be intact atypicals. And that wouldn't be pleasant for the spectators, would leave a bitter taste in Benden's mouth, and would probably upset the younger Candidates. But...it was what needed to be done, and a bit of squeamish upset was probably all for the best, since it let dragons live. Life was life, and sometimes you had to be inconvenienced to save a few.

But she did hope Abigail would get on with it. There were only five eggs left, and if she wasn't going to Impress this time around (which she had matter-of-factly decided was the case), then she had more important things to do. Like getting back to the real chores that she should have been doing instead of Candidate gruntwork.

More and more are hatching. Why are some grumpy that the girls Impressed blues? I know who exactly I wanted. You are mine. Daroth asked Nasumyi, eyes closed but still keeping a mental ear on things.

Nasuymi shrugged. She personally didn't care for what anyone thought and hadn't for a long time. At least, not what her peers thought. As far as her elders and those in position, as long as they kept her in a good light, she would be just fine. Scratching her head, she looked over at the other girl who had Impressed a blue as well as the boy who was now the rider of that lovely crimson. "I dunno. The' kin shove off fer all I care. Yer right, Daroth. Me an' you is all tha' matters."

Will we meet the others?

Nasuymi, N'ymi she would have to start thinking of herself like that shrugged. "If'n you wan' too but there will be food for me later."

I am not making you starve am I?
"Nah, my belly works diff'nt tha' yers does. You just rest."

Ah, looked like Abigail wouldn't get to use her shovel quite yet! Jala eyed the two new dragonets approvingly. They were both in good spirits, at least! And they were friendly, too. Good sizes, good color... It looked like the late Crimson could rest easy; her children were beautiful.

Jalarant looked towards his other candidates, wondering who they'd Impress to. There were quite a few girls on the sands; they'd probably head over that way. Or, as the odds had gone today, they'd go towards the stands. Had it been three now, or four, who had went that way? If the Weyr continued to Impress dragons like this, it would be better to have everyone in attendance of age head onto the sands!

D'vas was the sort of man who was rarely touched by anything other than his dragon. After all, there wasn't all that in life that wasn't cloying, or stuffy, most 'touching' emotions were in fact utterly ridiculous! It was, though he would never quite admit it out loud, that Hatchings got him almost every single time. The green that had wailed and gone between had even earned a small rumble from Jivith, though it had been small. Benden was not trying to call attention to itself, but the blue had informed him that mourning a life was not drawing attention to itself. After all, hadn't he also mourned Alumanth briefly?

But the one that truly touched the decadence-minded D'vas was the latest green from the Crimson's clutch. It would be a pain and half to be ferrying the healers to poke and prod at these new dragonets, something that he didn't think any of them needed to be subjected to. But then, nobody ever asked a bluerider what he thought!

The sight of the sobbing young woman on the sands, all but tumbling over her own feet to get arms around the brilliantly-marked, tiny green brought a bit of watering to his eyes. That was all how it should be, how it felt, what they all wanted to do inside. Some did whoop and holler, but they were usually bronzeriders. Again, he reached out to Jivith, and almost started laughing again. That great head turned to fix his rider with a blue eye, and a mild tone in his voice.

She is a very pretty green, I would not mind chasing her. When she is older.

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Sheridan, for his part, had mostly been talking his rather nervous dragon into eating, and then cleaning up after him when he did. It seemed that Violith rather enjoyed an overturned bucket, and he had immediately gone seeking for an empty so that the brown might kick it about with his tail while he ate. He'd been told that dragons were usually low-energy after a Hatching, so this enjoyment of disarray on a normal day would be...interesting. Well. Mali might get a kick out of it!

Thinking of her had his head swiveling around to watch his clusmy Weyr friend through several Impressions, feeding Violith who had also turned an eye to find out what his rider was so very intent on, just as Malina's green reached out to her. Ah, a green! She seems very happy, but you did not cry. Whirling eyes turned to look up at Sheridan's strong face, then back at the pair now moving across the Sands I am glad you did not cry. It is not suitable, mine. Sheridan, of course, was only grinning. From what he'd heard of the smallest breed of traditional dragon, Malina was perfectly suited. Maybe now she would start being more confident and fall over less?

He somehow hoped not!

"Mali! Malina! Oh. Should I call you something else now? Oh well, we can deal with that later. You Impressed! I knew you could do it, once Violith came over to me. If I can Impress you can Impress, cuz lets face it, even if you're clumsy and not that confident, there's still a chance!" A strong arm came around the slight young woman and picked her up in a crushing hug as both green and new rider came to the meat. Sheridan was, perhaps, a bit overpowering at times.

Violith, peering around, was calm and polite. Hello Bonth. Mine, set hers down so that she might eat, she is very hungry. There was nothing more important than eating, he felt. Eating, and perhaps being in a nice pile of straw that was disarrayed just so...it would be the very best!

Two down, three more to go.

Ofelia was watching the eggs with the same mild interest as before, her mood going up and down with the heat of the day and the energy of the crowd. As before she still wanted to go back to her vat and finish what she'd started, at this rate the leather she was coloring would turn out to be black before it was all over, and next to her she was pleased to see that even her brother was fanning himself slightly. A puckish grin spread over her face as she poked the man in the ribs, only to be rewarded with a grin that matched her own and a poke back.

"When this is over, can we get somethin' ta eat? Watchin' the dragons tear inta that raw meat is makin' me hungry somethin' fierce."

She got a nod in reply and let out a small 'yesssss' as her response, hands mildly punching the air in victory. Now all that needed to happen was the rest of the hatching, obviously.

"GO DRAGONS GO. IMPRESSSSS."

As content as they would have been to just keep cheering at one another, glad to be with one another from their shells, the blue and green knew that they needed to find theirs, knew that their lifemates were out on the sands waiting. With a trill towards the green and a nudge of his head it seemed as though the blue was encouraging her to go first, to let her find Hers before he found His, though an equally happy but certainly louder croon from from the green indicated he was to go first. To prove this point she turned away from their little gathering and moved back towards the eggs, waiting very close to the spot where she'd been resting inside her shell. With something akin to a roar that sounded awfully like she was cheering, the green urged the blue onward.

Not wanting to take his clutchmate's support for granted the blue snorted and started off towards the boys in slow and steady steps. It seemed to be a common theme of this clutch, to takes its time in deciding who they wanted, but this blue was far more certain then the green who'd hatched earlier. He knew His was amongst the boys, there was no mistake, it was only a matter of finding out where they were in the crowd. There were many faces out there that all seemed so happy, so welcoming, and some he greeted with a chirp as he passed, though he did not stop to acknowledge them as his own.

Meanwhile the little green shook herself where she stood to get the rest of the egg goo from her wings, her eyes merry as she continued that weird roar-cheer for her clutchmate. Go go go!