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Galvanth was not alone in his misery of being hemmed in. Silent Xalth sat near the big Benden bronze, pointedly ignoring the Trine browns and bronzes nearby. He didn't want to be here. Sure, they were invited to attend, but couldn't they have shown up anyway without feeling pressured to? Or, at least, be allowed to sit elsewhere. Not that he didn't mind his fellow Benden dragons, oh no, it was the fact that His wasn't in a good place to be able to swoop down and protect, like Jivith and His. The blue shot a look of jealousy to his fellow blue, glowering for a moment before turning his attention to the Sands.

Easy, Xalth, easy, R'vik soothed from his seat, somewhere in the middle of the stands, Don't mind him. I'm sure Jivith's place is one that has a better view of Trine's Greens than the Sands itself. He twisted in his seat and scanned the ledges for Xalth, giving His a nod before turning around to watch the Sands. As the eggs began to hatch, R'vik scooted to the edge of his seat and leaned forward, watching eagerly. So far, it appeared that Trine Hatchings were similar to how they occurred at Benden, nevermind that there were more eggs.

Though a bronze first? He let out a low whistle at that, marveling. A bronze with an even temper too, it seemed! He scooted back in his seat to let K'la pass – seriously, how did she do her hair? – before scooting forward again, grinning at the green who hatched. He was about to make a comment when the little bronze pushed his way through the Candidates, choosing instead to Impress to someone in the Stands.

“Haha! Well now, that's a sudden change in weather,” he grinned, watching the new pair for a moment before turning to watch the green continue to look for Hers.

Silbakor was speaking to the caravan master when a subtle humming caught his attention. Glancing around it took him a moment to determine that it was coming from the dragons and increasing in intensity. The hatchings starting! A look from his master and he turns to find his sister. No doubt she'd want to be at the fore of all of this. The rest of the caravan would meet them in the stands.

He jogged towards his wagon, knowing at this time of day his sister would be nearby. "Optheli! Lets go before we miss any of it!" Finally the hatching. He was glad that the pale cast by the death of the crimson would finally be lifted. Hatching was a good time.

Optheli was diligently tending the beasts that pulled her and Silbakor's wagon. The humming caused her to look around and frown. If some weyrbrat was playing pranks... "Optheli! Lets go before we miss any of it!" the voice of her brother rings out. 'Theli gasps and scrambles to meet him. "We actually get to watch?!"

Together they trot off and join the throngs swarming into the hatching stands. They find a large section and sit. She leans forward on the rail to get a better look at the sands. The eggs were wobbling so!

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Silbakor was amused by the big bronze as he took a seat to observe the candidates. A very level headed one to be sure. Ah, he's found the one he wants, watching as the bronze makes his way among the candidates. To his surprise, the bronze goes right through all of them and makes his way onto the stands.

To his utter stun the dragon comes to sit beside him on the other side of Optheli. Green eyes meet his. Mine, do you have spice to go with the meat? Your Scarath is so hungry but it would taste better if you did... Silbakor blinks a moment, "what?" Beside him he hears 'Theli squeal and up jump and down in excitement. "Well yes, I have many spices... but are you sure you want some?"

Optheli can barely contain herself to see who the bronze impresses. He was certainly taking his time in picking a candidate. Then the bronze climbs up into the stands and plops himself next to her brother. She can barely contain her joy! Squealing, jumping up and down. "Silbakor! Is he yours? What's his name?"

Moira would have spit at S'raid and his stupid Benden bronze, were she not suddenly caught up in the events of the Hatching. The bronze had passed by the Candidates, and was headed for the crowds. Moira watched in awe as the bronze rather gently made his way through and found his rider. The very first egg to hatch had been a bronze, and a Stands impression on top of it! Moira smiled, a genuine one for the first time in weeks, and watched as the dragon sat down behind his new bondmate.

Someday, her thoughts whispered in the back of her mind.

Had been collecting Wherry eggs when the first hums caught his ears. He was truly glad that he had been taken off his duties to Brendan folks and moved on to more common weyr duties after 'the incident'. After all he owed Trine for choosing him, feeding and training him. That deserved a certain amount of loyalty from the stubborn minded boy. And well those that went against it wern't worth time trying to pacify and treat with any sort of respect, at least not in his eyes. The only reason he'd done it before because it was the good folk of Trine that had asked it of him. And they'd shown themselves to all be fairly nice to him, if it a bit grouchy and demanding on occasion (but he was used to that from his father) still he hadn't really bonded to anyone here as a friend or companion and he privetly longed for that.

The fact that he might get that from a dragon was a strange idea for him but a attractive one so as the call came he quickly ended his task, shoving his basket into the hands of a startled stranger that passed he bolted towards the candidate brackets. There the robes pulled on and a moment to brush back his hair and make himself at least semi presentable. His mother always said it was important to look your best for special events.

This sorted he was able to fall into the main crowd heading onto the sands. At least it wasn't hard to see who he was meant to be with since they were all wearing the same white robes as him. A blessing considering when Zal's mind was wondering like this he was he could have easily walked into the line for the stands without noticing.

So at last he ended up on the sands. stuck somewhere close to the centre of the crowd of boys, but not bothered a great deal by this as he was tall enough to grant him a god look over the heads of the other candidates and look at the sands.

Which meant he was full witness to the first crack of the egg, and the first dragon to be spilled across the hatching grounds. And well even he could tell that was a stroke of the golds luck. It was a large and healthy looking dragon no doubt about that. And from what he heard around him the fact the little blighter was a bronze was even better. The only way it could have been a more positive start would have been if the queen had hatched first. And that was so rare no one really expected that.

Still as the little dragon made its way towards the boys then started pushing its way through, Zal felt his heart rate increase in excitement and anticipation that surprised him. But he didn't feel much disappointment when the bronze found his in the stands. Maybe because he was still unsure if he was even right for a dragon or if his father had arranged it somehow or the serch rider had just made a mistake. Only time would tell as his eyes flickered back to the green that was now eyeing the boys.

Salin, still feeling like his head was spinning from the speed at which the entire day had changed, gawped in amazement at the hatching of the impressive, and handsome bronze. It was an impressive start, and hopefully a goodstart, to the hatching of the double clutch, in spite of the terrible death they'd experienced not too long before. He was almost too elated, and too surprised, to feel shock and jealousy as the gorgeous bronze marched it's way past the candidates, and into the stands, focusing on a familiar young trader.
He thought in surprise, blinking in amazement, but turned his head back to check on the green, still searching, though superstitiously he felt the good omen of the bronze was maybe a little tainted now. The green was searching the boys, a slight surprise, but it could have been considerably stranger, and he wondered who she would find.

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Saekagi was pulling on his hair again, a familiar gesture for the few that he'd met here, and watching the eggs and the hatchlings with nervous awe, more as though he expected to have to dive out of the path of a charging dragon than to impress.
The decisiveness of the Bronze, in the wake of so much chaos, he figured was probably good, and he was pleased for the boy in the stands. That must have been an unexpected surprise. Come to the hatching, cheer for the hatchlings, impress a dragon, amaze your friends. He fought a faint smile at the thought, since it hardly seemed the time. Too many emotions were still raw, with the death of the Crimson and her rider.

Huh? Where's he going? Gabriel wondered as she watched the bronze force his way past the group of boys. She nearly laughed when she realized that he was climbing into the stands. Haha, awesome! The teen almost wanted to cheer aloud. She felt bad for the boys of the Sands (some of which looked rather hurt by the turn of events), but the fact that dragons really could choose anyone pleased her immensely. It made things all the more surprising and unpredictable really. She turned her attention from the bronze back onto the green who was eying the boys. Who would she choose?

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"Well that was certainly unexpected," S'ren remarked with a smile as he watched the newly Impressed pair in the stands. Yes, this was going to be an interesting Hatching for sure no doubt.

Tereth rumbled in amusement at Opeth's words. Do tell her there is no need for such a thing. The harper's excitement is gift enough. He often frequented the harpers to enjoy their music after all, so it felt nice to be able to give something back to at least one of them. Plus this was a special occasion that was not to be missed.

Saykiro watched as the bronze moved past all the boys, heading towards the stands. Good he found His.

He turned back in time to watch the Green work her way into the the boys line. He made sure to stand a little further back, not wanting to get in her way. His mind half on the Hatching, half on the death of the Crimson and rider. Even if he doesn't Impress this time, Saykiro will be happy for his fellows.

At least this hatching wasn't in the middle of the night. Jalarant was startled from his usual duties of helping in the kitchen (The man bore the jobs with some grace, though he disliked it and wasn't the best at it.). He, as many others, had taken the humming at first to be nothing of importance. But when the bronzes joined in...

He was swearing at himself; he was the biggest sharding idiot that the Weyr had ever had the misfortune to let in! He dashed to his sleeping area, for once not being self-conscious about changing around anyone who may be there. He was breathing heavily by the time he stumbled onto the sands. He wasn't the first there, but hopefully he wouldn't be the last.

Jalarant at least arrived in time to see the first egg crack. A bronze! Now That was a lucky little boost in morale for the Weyr! Such a nice sized specimen, as well. That boded well for the rest of the clutch, didn't it?

As the Bronze went back towards the stands, Jalarant suppressed a gasp as a Green walked the line. She was a beautiful little one, wasn't she? He loved seeing Hatchlings up close...