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Wilth had felt arms wrap around him and the reassurance of Panata's voice in his ears, and he let out a plantive croon as he moved one of his wings a bit so more of his head was visible. His eyes were still a fierce yellow and he still trembled as if he were shivering against the cold, though the terrifying fear that had gripped them both seemed to be lessening somewhat. It got even better (where it possible) when a recent brown hatching called out to the pair and told them to follow, Panata smiling warmly as he touched Wilth's face with his hand.

"Come on, let's get you fed. I'll be right beside you so nothing is going to come and get you, and you can lean on me if you need to. I will always be here for you."

The words were whispered softly as the boy and his dragon started to follow Fealty (yay!) and Dith (according to Wilth) from the sands and to the food, though as soon as the pair had cleared the ground and Wilth had moved to 'somewhere new' the young boy found himself on the ground with the weight of a dragonet on his back. The impact into the ground had smashed his nose, and he wasn't sure if it was bleeding or not.

No no no no!! Please help me Mine, this is scary!

The bronze pushed his head into Panata's back, as if he wished to climb into him and disappear.

Two more dragons, these two far superior to the last creature, even if one had impressed to an outsider. She watched them carefully as they walked across the sands, their slimy wings catching the early morning sun. Koriander took a few small steps forward through the crowd and eyed the candidates who had been chosen. They all looked so happy as they fawned over the awkward looking things in front of them. There was love in their eyes… she didn’t understand it, how they could let down their guard like that. On a purely logical level she knew about the bond between a rider and a dragon, but they had seen what had happened to that girl earlier! Shouldn’t they be more cautious? All the little dragons needed to do was nudge them playfully a little too hard, misstep just a smidge, and that would be their riders death. She just couldn’t understand it!

Nessa had been awake for a little while when the dragons started humming. She knew that she wasn't technically allowed onto the sands themselves for this Hatching - thanks to just transferring here. But still, it was a Hatching, and she wasn't about to just sit around and miss it totally.

So she had dropped what she was doing and headed for the shore along with everyone else. Now, the slender healer stood on her tiptoes, craning neck to see over the heads of several boys that she'd gotten stuck behind as she tried to see what was going on. So far, it seemed that mostly Bronzes and Browns had hatched, and Impressed fairly quickly ... aside from the fiasco at the very beginning. That was weird, but ... surely it was one-time thing.

Hmm.... seemed about like almost every other Hatching she'd been to. A lot of people who weren't her were going to Impress, then life would go back to normal. As weird as 'normal' was in this place - something she was still getting used to.

Tialzieth had taken some part of the meal offered him and had his mouth full of meat and herb as Hivex stood silently by his side, watching with a sort of fond quirk to his lip while he rubbed the bronze's shoulder. He could feel eyes on him and when he lifted his gaze, he met the disapproving frowns with an impassive gaze that challenged them to say anything. Tialzieth was his, thanks, and very much loved for that.

Even if the silly bronze was busy watching and eating at the same time.

Mine, look at that! There's so many bronzes! And that one, Wilth? He's so afraid. I should help him... But, oh! The others are helping him. He craned his neck and swallowed his food before he bugled loud enough to draw attention, Wiilth! I am here! There is good food~ Come to us~

Tilting his head to the side, he regarded His for a moment, Hivexmine! I should tell you about what happened before. Were you there, in the Before? Many hands touched my egg... they were all different. Many wanted, but many were also just there... its hard to see them, then. Don't you think? It's hard to see someone who is not interested. This would all make an excellent story, he was sure. All of the big dragons, his brothers, were hatching and Impressing and helping each other. Maybe they'd come talk to him after too? When they came to the food that was.

Right, food.

He dipped his head down and tore away some more meat, exuberantly enjoying his first meal. Hivex relaxed when the commentary came to an end, having been distracted by his talkative dragon - a dragon who did not seem to have a problem with broadcasting to those nearby in addition to His. They were all privy to the bronze's opinions it seemed.

You can tell me later, okay? After whatever's supposed to follow this. And shhh, keep it down. You're being loud. He replied silently, easily lapsing into this speaking without words thing. It felt, well, right. He didn't have to waste words and he knew beyond a doubt that his dragon was listening intently to every word he sent.

I'm being loud? Oh! Sorry, Hivexmine. Yours is just so excited... I have much to tell you. And you have much to tell me. You are not from here, right? Everyone looks at us strangely. Tell me of your home, please? The dragon lifted his head again, eyes whirling bright hues of blue and green as he thumped his tail against the ground and somehow managed to hum while chewing.

Hivex actually verbally laughed at that, a smile playing across his normally serious features and he nodded, I will, mine. Right after you tell me your stories. Agreed?

The hatchling bobbed his head vigorously.

Hivex then turned back to the hatching and inclined his head to those who were approaching. It was... a bitter sweet hatching. At least, it had to be fort he Ghenzans. A green had gone screaming Between, and two bronzes and a brown had Impressed to 'Outsiders', one of which seemed like a coward. His gaze slid to the Weyrwoman then. She must be dissapointed with this batch of eggs so far... even though five healthy, large hatchlings was something to be proud of.

To be honest, the whole business-like feel to this event bothered the new rider. This should be a time of celebration - it had been at his home Weyr. Here... it seemed like just another day.

The Guardian Egg and Hissing Egg both began to shake. From the former a nose broke through the shell, and soon, out wiggled a brown dragonet. He turned to peer at the other egg, eyes whirling an ominous white in preparation of danger he felt was to come.



Raskenmine, we need to move back.

Helios watched as the brown found its partner. He was pleased as punch that the dragons seemed to be getting along quickly to find their lifemates. As a dragonhealer in training that was far more important than who they impressed to. While he bobbed from foot to food on the sands trying to keep himself entertained, he tried to take mental notes of each of the dragons just in case is father might quiz him later about what he saw. If anything his old man was a stickler for details.

This hatching was far from boring but he wasn't used to standing in one place for too long and he still couldn't find his brother in the crowd but he knew Jetta had to be somewhere close by. Probably wondering the same thing about him too. Knowing his luck! Helios tapped a small stone with is foot as he considered what he would need to do after the hatching for his craft. Some of this was becoming routine and he had a feeling his father would be pleased to know that this time the information stuck. Maybe it was because Jetta had already worked it out and he had listened to his brother more than once repeat the list.

He yawned just a little as he realized that they were only half way through this hatching but his day had hardly begun. That was when he groaned realizing he hadn't eaten breakfast yet! And after the hatching goodness knows his father wouldn't let them have any time!

Then his eyes flicked forward watching the other eggs shake just a little. Well at least soon they would be fed. Lucky Dragons.

"Yes... We should get moving." Dith bobbed his head, a faint feeling of unease dulling the green of his eyes a little. "Food." That thought returned, more urgent than ever, changing his eyes to a bright red. "Let's all just head over there, right?" he suggested to the dragonets and new riders around him; food, and out of the way, sounded smart to him.

"Right," Fealty agreed with his lifemate, glancing over his shoulder as well. He wasn't sure what had purturbed his lifemate... oh, a new brown had hatched, and his eyes were white. Danger? What danger? Well, best just to move along and keep out of it he supposed, whatever happened behind him wasn't really a concern right now, all that mattered was the lanky dragonet beside him.

"Nice to know I'm apprecaited at least," the dark brown rumbled deep in his chest and nudged his bondmate as they reached the meat at long last. "Thanks," he said to the riders watching over the table of food and herbal mix, "I was about ready to chew my own foot off!" But now Fealty was passing him choice chunks of flesh to gulp down, and the urgency of his hunger eased, dulling the red in his eyes and allowing streaks and whirls or green to show through again. "It's all really nice Wilth," he told the big bronze, "nothing here will be too big for you to swallow..." He wanted to keep an eye on what was happening behind him, but he wanted to eat too. "You look over that way, towards the eggs," he instructed his bondmate; Bisoitcoth was uneasy for a reason, and he wanted to know what that reason was.