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Jaidev let out a long sigh of relief and his heartbeat began to slow to normal as the green and blue Impressed. Neither were His, but...he didn't mind. As long as no one got mauled this round, those dragons could have crawled into the stands to Impress and he would have been almost as happy as if they had picked him. Maybe those two angry dragonets had been a fluke. A rivalry gone bad- shards, last hatching, two of the bronzes had exhibited quite the rivalry! He had been concerned then, too.

Maybe now, things would proceed normally. Hopefully.

Across the sands, another egg began to move lazily from side to side. Boring as it was compare to the excitement of the start, Jaidev welcomed the placid actions with wide open arms. Soon, another egg began to stir only to yield a bright little blue that stumbled about. Scratch that, a big bright blue! By the egg, it was almost as big as a brown! It was an adorable little hatchling, if Jaid did say so himself.

The bronze emerged next, looking as haughty as any bronze should. Ah, now the mood was changing, returning to the one expected from a good ol' Hatching.

Sen looked on, moving her eyes from one place to another every once in a while. The candidates were as interesting as the dragons sometimes. Perhaps she should have been less at ease considering how many turns she'd be not too long from now, but really, what could she do? Being negative wouldn't help anything, and it was more fun to just enjoy it.

"Sure is," she agreed without hesitating. "Could teach a thing or two to the families around here." Then another egg was moving, then another, and soon two more dragonets were on the sands.

Laughing again, she adjusted her bandanna and nodded toward the pair. "Look at that bronze. He knows he's special. Poor blue is getting majorly overshadowed."

Rumir gasped. His head was still spinning from the earlier Vanner hatching, but that hardly stopped it from spinning anew.

The wayward Clydesdale egg had caught his attention, and only shortly before that, the Mustang egg. Both were considerably large (though, not as large as the Gold) and while that was usually hardly any indication of the dragon inside he could only guess how big the dragonets really were.

As the Clydesdale egg presented a large Blue, he was almost bouncing in place. Then, as the Mustang egg revealed a Bronze his excitement doubled. Surely, he would Impress on one? That remained to be seen. The only thing he could do, really, was hope. 'Hello there, little ones,' He crooned in his mind, hoping one of them would hear.

The blue was getting more than overshadowed, he was practically ignored, at least by his brother. Fortunately, the brilliantly-colored bronze quickly grew bored of his posing. He flicked his wings and swished his tail, looking at the boys from his perched before turning his back and sauntering over to the females. Girls were much, much prettier. He shoved himself into the crowd, looking up at them all as he wandered by.

Girls were so nice. He liked girls.

Finding a nice spot next to a particularly attractive young lady, the bronze laid himself down and crooned to her. She couldn't help herself but lean down to pet him and the bronze all but glowed. He did like girls. She fussed over him for quite a few moments and finally, finally, the bronze looked back out towards the males.

Eh. Balin? Balinmine? Your Xanthoth is pretty happy where he is. You're going to have to come over and come get him.

Oh my. That blue was quite the largest one he had ever seen. Not that he had seen many. He watched it anxiously. Maybe this one would be his? He hoped so. A blue would be amazing. But then, so would any dragon. He smiled as the little bronze soaked up the adoration offered by the females, though it was quite obvious none of them were His.

The bronze was certainly a charmer! It was rather adorable to watch up lay down next to the female candidates just for the attention, and Terisa couldn't fault the girl who pet him. It was probably just impossible to resist when a pretty bronze acted so adorable. It was nice to know that at least some of the members of the clutch were fond of humans...

The little green took her time while the blue made his selection, then chose hers as well. Ceanandin applauded along with the rest as the newly-Impressed dipped to their dragonets and the focus of the Candidates returned to the unhatched eggs. It wasn't a long wait; another egg had begun to rock, but yet another beat it to the punch. The overlarge blue who tumbled to the Sands won a grin from Ceanandin and the easy affection of the crowd, but the bronze who followed certainly did not go unnoticed. The first bronze of the clutch, late in the clutch--he wasn't sure what kind of omen that was, though, he reconsidered; a gold first certainly couldn't be a bad thing.

He hadn't quite reached that point of desperation, not yet. This Hatching seemed to be working well for him. Sure, he had been late, but he had missed maulings and little else. Over half of the clutch was still on the Sands--that was good, that left hope! There was, as ever, a nagging reminder in the back of his mind that some would leave dragonless, as he had times before. But he was optimistic about this Hatching, at least thus far. It had only gone well for him to this point.

The bronze was off and flirting, which Ceanandin found both confusing and amusing. The nagging voice in his mind laughed bitterly as the dragonet Impressed another, but Cean shoved it aside with a laugh of his own for the bronze's attitude and applauded with the rest. Hold to the optimism. That one would be a handful, anyway.