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She really couldn't help feeling a slight pang of sympathy for the not-so-little blue, in way. Bronzes were notorious for carrying an air of glory, dignity, importance... and the latter seemed to have little prestige about them from the get-ho, sans a hard-working nature, maybe. Still, she couldn't blame the people for paying rap attention to that sparkling dark mug either; he was putting on quite a show for them.

Whoever he'd just called to be his writer was certain to have his hands full-- of that, she was sure.

But... he had found his impressor quickly, and without any violence, which was never a bad thing. All that remained on the sands for now was that enormous clumsy blue, who didn't seem to be swaying toward males or females just yet. A boy, she figured, would probably be chosen out... All she hoped was no blood drawn for it (even accidentally).

Nothing felt particularly repetitive, but still, those thoughts kept bubbling up in the back of her mind. Was she supposed to feel like she was really participating in this, rather than simply playing spectator? It barely even felt real.

The man could hardly believe his eyes as he watched Impression after Impression--though he could only stare at the brilliant bronze that laid itself down by the feet of a... woman?

Shards, that better not be Canthry. He nearly broke his teeth at the thought. But he didn't have time to brood over that, his gaze now caught by the Blue still left on the sands. Who would he pick, he wondered?

And then there was one dragonet on the sands. A pretty, striking blue, that made Kiera smile. Who will your lucky one be, little dragon? She wanted to say to the baby. She doubted herself lucky enough to be chosen, as all her luck before had been. She wanted so badly to be able to call one her own, to be happily picked by the majestic beast. She shivered at the thought. Who will make you happy, little one?

Jisken watched the bronze cuddle up to the females, somewhat confused at first. Bronzes only chose male riders, right? He'd heard of the occasional brown warming up to those of the softer sex, but this dragon was clearly a bronze, and clearly heading towards the women of the group. But, to Jisken's somewhat conservative relief, the Impression itself was made to a boy, revealing the bronze to simply be flirtatious, straight from the egg. He chuckled, despite himself, and for the first time since he'd entered the Sands was simply enjoying the Hatching, as opposed to worrying over whether or not he'd lose an arm.

Again crying out a congratulations, Sela laughed as the little bronze flopped down amidst the girls. Well, and that one was after his own heart. Sela liked the girls, too, after all! He turned his gaze to the blue, then, wide-eyed and hopeful. It was so large, and yet it was much less angry-looking than the others had been...

Miah's steps were clearly determined as she made her way through the hoard of candidates, hoping to at least make it to the other side by dinner time. They were all crowding together and peering at the dragons in such a way that made passage through them practically impossible. Had she been alone she might have squeezed through, but having Balin attached to her only made things ten times more difficult. She was just "accidentally" stepping on someone's toe in the hope that they would move out of her way when her unwanted caboose suddenly hit the breaks.

The girl looked over her shoulder, the picture of irritation, when she noticed the strange look that Balin had on his face. For a moment she stared at him, and then realization dawned on her. He had... no there was no way that he, Balin, had... but that outburst definitely proved it. Her loser friend had Impressed a dragon. Surely the world was about to come to an end at any minute. She wasn't surprised when Balin let go of her hand, mentally preparing herself for spending the rest of the hatching alone without her companion when she suddenly found herself being propelled towards the dragon. Wait, what was Balin doing?!

She had no words when he explained himself, and continued to be speechless for the next several minutes as they neared the bronze dragon. Finally coming to grips with the situation, she gave a dramatic sniff and marched towards Xanthoth. "Alright alright break it up! This dragon needs food and you're in the way!" She pointed an accusing finger at the candidate that was touching the bronze. "Shoo! All of you! You'll starve him to death and then you'll be sorry!"

A'bri was grateful when more dragons hatched and Impressed. That meant more bodies at the table, in between Varth and the Gold. He noticed with a slightly wry smile that the first Blue on the sands impressed to one of the boys that Varth had... damaged... in his searching. He reached out to stroke Varth's head, and received a quiet hiss in response.

razz et me later, Mine. Feed me now. I need to eat now, or they will take all of the good bits!:

"There's plenty," A'bri replied, shaking his head, but he went back to preparing his dragonet's food. If there was one thing he had trouble resisting, it was small hungry beings wanting attention and to be fed. Still, he let his eyes roam the crowd, examining what was happening. Another blue, and a sweet looking green came out, patiently searching out their riders without incident. Varth didn't deign to notice them, though he snorted when A'bri's eyes lingered on the Blue.

:He is not better than me,: Varth groused, and A'bri had to agree. Lovely though the Blue was, he couldn't hope to compare to Varth's elegant coloring and incredible size. Varth seemed to settle, seemed to be content to simply ignore the other dragons, except for his concern about all of the best bits being taken, and A'bri was happy to keep feeding him and reassuring him.

And then another Blue hatched- still, Varth seemed uninterested- who was followed immediately by a Bronze. A'bri couldn't help but admire his smooth coloring, and his easy, confident walk through the crowd. Varth, however, did not approve. His entire bearing changed, and he hissed and growled, glaring out over the sands with baleful, whirling red eyes.

:He is not special, Mine, do not look at him! You are Mine, and I will not share! He cannot have Mine, he must find his own, one who is not as good!:

"Easy, easy!" A'bri moved, turning to stand with his back to the sands so that it was clear he wasn't looking at the Bronze any longer. "Settle, Varth, settle. Look, here, have more food, I know you're still hungry." Silently, testing it out, he added, :And I know I'm yours. And you're mine. I don't need any silly old Bronze, especially not one that needs fawning over.:

Varth settled slightly, though his eyes still whirled. He stopped hissing, at least, and turned back to the food, though he stopped to look up and growl between the bites of meat that A'bri hurriedly prepared for him.