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Well, wasn't that cute? For whatever reason, the Green was hanging back and encouraging her brethern to Impress before she'd have her pick of the remainders. It was slightly bittersweet, watching her hang back while her clutchmate scanned the boys.

'You silly thing', Jala thought to himself, 'You need to Impress too, you know. It isn't good to sit around and be hungry.' Hopefully, even with her waiting, she'd be able to find Hers. She looked strong, though! And she was calm; hopefully she wouldn't go Between like that poor green had.

It looked like the blue was going to go first then. Perhaps the green, like the queen, wanted a full pick of the candidates before she made her choice. Still, at least she was cheering her clutch brother on while he found his rather than demanding he choose faster. Kiipa shifted her weight from foot to foot, watching as the blue made his way gleefully towards the boys. Go little blue go! Hopefully the green was going to choose a girl.

The first green looked like it might go Between, with its eyes swirling like they were, but wait. She moved back to the females and continued to find Hers. Another Impression made and that left five eggs to hatch and impress. Saykiro smiled a nervous smile at the thought he might be one of the few who wouldn't impress. All the stories he told his mother about the training and chores for the riders, his knew she wouldn't be mad or disappointed, she would just cheer him on for the next one.

A green and blue hatched next. What beauties they are. The green seemed to wait as she looked for Hers, while the blue moved his way through the boys.

S'kor took it all in with his dragon at his side. He realized that he had much he needed to learn now. Oh, he knew the rumors about the Weyr, but they were just that. Rumors. It was time to sort rumor from fact. Maybe not today but within the next several for sure. He was pleased to see some of the crimson's clutch hatching on their own. Beside His Scarath also watched the new dragonets picking Theirs. It was good. He flapped his wings just slightly to make sure they'd dried out good. A soft happy croon follows each successful Impression.

She could barely contain a giggle as the little crimson picked a boy rider. He must have sure been surprised! Dynith croons softly with Her's humor.

I would like that very much, Yvoth, Galvanth informed his Wingmate, choosing to focus on her for the time being, because she was saying something that he liked. S'raid, who was not, was largely being ignored, and the Bronzerider would have made more of a fuss, but for the fact that it seemed that one some level Galvanth was acknowledging him. He knew that they were in a rather delicate position with Trine, and it would not do for Yvoth or anyone else to stir the Bronze into frightening an already uneasy crowd. It unsettled him that his dragon was so ready to throw caution to the wind in the name of fraternizing with Trine dragonets. But perhaps he should not have been surprised.

After the way that Galvanth had responded to the death of a clutching Crimson, it should have occurred to him that the biggest complaint the Bronze had with that event was that a breeding female had been taken out of the gene pool. And not only that, but that that would bother the great beast because he, on some subconscious, instinctual level, wanted to be a father. This was a new and somewhat unwelcome desire, as far as S'raid was concerned. But perhaps the dragon was hitting his prime. Perhaps, on some level, he knew it. It was bothersome, really, because Galvanth was about seven Turns old. Couldn't he have come to this conclusion earlier, and therefore forewarned his rider?

This whole time, V'tur and Iweith had stayed up in the heights watching both the Benden dragons and their riders as well as the Hatching quite diligently. The brown rider did his best to keep his face neutral but anyone watching could see the range of emotions on his face. From the bronze to the gold and the browns to the blues, even the little greens, especially the one that left Pern before finding hers had tugged at his heart strings. He watched slyly to see how the others would react when Abigail started to assist in the Hatchings.

Of course, she only managed to hatch one. One of the boys, V'tur was sure he knew from getting Klah in the kitchens one day. He was rather pleased that his hunch about the boy had paid off. The brown rider made a mental note to go congratulate him later.

This hatching goes well. A strong group, sure of finding theirs. Shame about the little green but the others will find his or hers. The brown spoke to his rider.

"Sometimes, it seems like just yesterday that we found each other." V'tur smiled to himself.

I knew I would find you. How could I not?

"Indeed, beloved. Indeed." V'tur turned his attention to the last of the eggs.

B'tar was letting his attention wander again, glancing back and forth between the little crimson and her new rider, and the new hatchlings, and the remaining eggs. Would she be the only atype hatched today? He was almost curious to see more, just to see how they behaved. The color of the 'crimson' stood out distinctly enough, he was rather curious to see the others, just to say he had.

You're going to make me jealous. Primath snorted softly.

Don't be, you know I'm your partner.