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The black chirruped and burbled again when the boys failed to really catch his interest. Even so, he'd heard something and had craned his neck around to stare back at the girls. Another inquiring sound, light and intelligent, lead his trek back into their ranks.

He was huffing, though, and slowing considerably, the calls becoming more plaintive. Why His? Why! At length, he spotted his and made the strangest rolling burble of a sound at her to get her attention. He was only a few few from Lanakirene!



And that left one last egg on the Sands. As with all Hatchings, the attention on the last egg was as palpable as that that had been bestowed upon the Queen's egg. Winding up, Abigail broke the Thunderstorm egg and blinked as a second Crimson wriggled her way out into the world. Bouncing to the side, she rumbled thankfully at the Weyrwoman before turning to scan the Candidates. Was Hers among them?

Pride swelled in Moira's chest as first the black Impressed and- ah! There it was. Exactly what Moira had been hoping for. A Crimson from Alumanth's clutch! A young dragonet to carry on the legacy of her mother, a lovely miniature version (for now) to remind everyone watching of the amazing ability of the Crimsons to clutch. It was, to her, a miraculous thing. While she was sure S'raid would be looking on in disdain, Moira purposely avoided glancing his direction, pouring her focus onto the newly hatched dragonet instead. Let him disapprove. Hell, let all of the traditional Weyrs scoff. The young Crimson would surely someday show them how much normal mattered.

Serlaith bugled her support louder than any dragonet had a right to be bugling, lifting up from her comfortable laying spot to stand on all fours and cheer the Crimson on.

One thing was for sure; the young queen was loud.

“Don't fail us now,” Moira murmured, leaning against Serlaith as the young queen continued to make noise. Moira stood with her cheek pressed to Serlaith's side, silently urging the Crimson to Impress.

They were down to the last unpaired dragonet, and Malina was incredibly relieved. There now, do you see? He Impressed. The comment made Mali smile, and she couldn't help but reach out to pat her dragon's neck. "Yes... I see. That was very good, and I'm glad. I just... oh, I want all of you safely paired off." Who could blame her, really? After what had happened to Crimson Alumanth, she felt that it was all the more important to shepherd her children. It was fitting that there should be a Crimson in Alumanth's clutch, and watching the baby move about the Sands brought a tear to her eyes. It was... silly of her, she knew, but she felt that Alumanth had deserved such a legacy. "You would all have made your mama so proud," she said, clinging to Bonth because she knew what it was like not to have a mama. ... And, even more, what it was like to not know what that mama had been like, except through stories. Mali promised herself that she would find stories of Alumanth for Bonth, and the others.

Nasuymi! Viath found his! A pretty girl who laughs like he does. Oh we will be great friends. In the little blue's mind, everyone was already a great friend. He scooted from underneath of her and crooned a welcome. After all black and blue were very close colors!

N'ymi shook her head at the little blue and turned to look. Was that... Could it be? She wanted to cheer but instead let her dragon do all the noise making. La had Impressed and what a lovely little dragon as well.

We should grab them a bowl of meat! Viath will be hungry and so will my other red sister! Daroth began to nose around for food.

"There will be people to give them food. No worries, Daroth. Just be patient."

Ah, there went the little Black to his. It was a good thing, having everyone pair up. Except for the little green, it ooked like everyone was doing well...

Ah! And from the very last egg, of course, what else would hatch but a Crimson? And she had the whole stage to herself, like a little red Queen. Jalarant smiled and watched her. Well, get on over to the girls! Yours was likely over there!

The little crimson stared hard at the boys then hard at the girls, apparently conserving her strength for when she saw Hers. However, her eyes whirled yellow when she couldn't spot the one but knew they were among those gathered.

Stepping forward, driven by unimaginable need, she crooned at the general assembly, boys and girls alike. Where was hers? Where?

Another croon, and the eyes whirled yellow and blue, as if she couldn't quite take even this mortal plight seriously. She lifted her gaze, faceted eyes playing over nearby faces. No... no... Where was Hers? Was Hers playing a game?

For some reason or another Ofelia was leaning forward more, enough that she'd actually moved forward enough to look over the shoulder of the poor sod who'd dared to sit this entire hatching with her sitting behind him. The man gave some sort of groan (likely at her smell, probably at the fact she was leaning on him) and attempted to push her off, a very moot point considering the tanner was a lot stronger than she looked. She glared down at him with the same look that a dragon would a herdbeast and quite simply he shrunk back, not talking anymore.

"COME ON AND 'URRY IT UP. I GOT LEATHERS I GOTTA FINISH TANNIN' YA SHARDIN' REDHEAD. THE SOONER YA GET DONE, THE BETTER FOR ALL OF US."

Ah yes, yelling. She'd heard someone else do it too, though it had been a whoop of delight, but then maybe yelling at a dragon would get it to obey. Dragons listened to people, right? That's why they partnered up, right? It sure as Faranth made sense to Ofelia, who was hoping this crimson dragon would see the light and just get it over with.

This tanner had things she had to do, shard it.

Shards, Ofelia, are you seriously yelling at the Hatchling? S'ren thought to himself with a small grimace, unable to help but glance over at the very loud redhead. Was any Tanning work seriously important enough to be making such a fuss over during such a rare hatching as this?

I do not think she fully appreciates the importance of this event, Tereth replied. But as I've said, she is rather unique. The brown watched the little crimson intently, hoping that she too would be able to find Hers like most of the rest of her siblings.