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Zeren stood still as the green made her way towards them, but she locked eyes with a boy just next to him, his heart had hoped for a moment but she had chosen another, he took a deep breath and watched the brown, his eyes filling with tears as the little male was increasingly stressed. He gasped as he dug in the sand before going Between If he hadn't known Kazvar was watching he might have just fallen to his knees in sorrow, but he stood strong, there was still another dragon on the sands, and now .. another egg it seemed. He hoped that the egg wasn't a dud, that the little Brown had fought to give that little hopeful a chance.

It had been a male. A typical male... It had been a Malvren male. The brilliant blue of joy that had spun in Moriath's eyes for the first Impression faded to grey. "He should have found His," she said softly to her rider, "foolish male... But what of that other egg."

Swallowing a lump in her throat, Kleos regarded the newly discovered egg through her dragon's keen eyes. It looked almost exactly like the desert egg, though somewhat smaller. Was that why the brown had vanished? Had it believed that this near twin would take its rider?... It could have Impressed first if that were the case. Was it possible that the brown had sacrificed itself to allow the other egg to take the rider that was meant for them both?... Perhaps she was reading far too much into this. Sometimes dragonets went between. It was tragic, but it happened.

"We must hope for the others, RiderMine," Moriath said with a mournful keen for the brown. "Hope for them, and rejoice for the green who has already Impressed."

"Of course." Swallowing again, Kleos turned her attention onto the new dragon-rider pair. At least these two had found one another.

Jarestmine, your Ilyrianth is hungry. We have much to do!

He started, his eyes wide at the feeling of something more, complete when he'd never known he was lacking, overwhelming and so perfect. His, he could feel her kindness as he rubbed his careful hand over her beautiful green head... So happy, marred suddenly as the brown vanished.
He ran his hand over her again in "L...let's g-go get you something to eat... " He said leading her carefully to feed.

Ashmere would not hold back the tears that filled her eyes, no. The little brown should have found his, but the young harper knew that sometimes things of this nature happened, and often for a reason. Standing even taller the girl smiled despite the tears that freely flowed from her cold eyes, in his loss another was found, one that would sure have gone between without the aid of its brother.

He had given his own to make sure that another had a chance at life. To the young harper that was the most noble of causes a handsome brown could make.

The small grin that she held was ment for the one that had found Theirs, and she hoped that no more sacrifices would be need during this hatching.

The sudden clearing of the Sands seemed to stir the green up and she plunged headlong into the Candidates, seeking hers with an obvious, desperate need.

Eggs, too, were moving and cracking, and the Ocean Coasts eggs almost seemed to unfurl with the way the little dragon broke through. Vibrantly blue and beautifully patterned, the young male lifted his head and murmured a warble as if you say all was not lost. Perhaps he was the kind to pull through when needed?

Hopefully... but his ponderous steps towards the candidates, the girls this time it seemed, numbered few before he flopped on the sands and cocked his head as if listening while another of the eggs behind cracked, though it was difficult to tell the dragonet's colour as of yet.

Zeren held his breath, until the Green started to move again, where would she go? who would she chose? .. his eyes were drawn to the egg that had just beautifully hatched, a Blue, a gorgeous blue ... and ... was headed to the girls. He glanced again behind him, towards the stands, noting the slightly pained expression on Kazvar's face, .. he'd take the man a drink later, maybe take one himself when he failed yet again.

There! She could see them. Wykla gave a big excited grin and waved back to a couple discretely. Silently she wished them all luck.

Her attention was captured by the sound of shattering eggshells. The first baby. It was a green. Her eyes remained riveted to the pretty green as she walked up to the girls. It seemed she changed her mind at the last moment and headed to the boys!

Then a second egg hatched and produced another green. Wykla giggled as the little green fell over and laughed at herself. What a cute and amusing dragon! She hoped the green would find a happy rider too. Look at her encouraging her siblings. The dragon grin did take her back a moment. That dragon really had a personality. It seemed she was after a boy too.

Ooooh, one of the encouraged eggs opened and revealed a brown. Wykla saw the yellow eyes. Well when he found His perhaps he'd calm down, but he was backing away! Poor boy. He needed to go to them. For a moment she thought she'd heard the voice of the bronze who'd sired this clutch. Maybe it was just her imagination.

Oh! The first green had Impressed. That was certainly good, no fussing..... Her breath caught in her throat. The brown! She watched trying to understand as he dug in the sand. What? an 11th egg? Her mouth dropped open as the brown went between. A small escaped her eye. He couldn't find His. Wykla wished him a silent thanks for uncovering the extra egg before he left.

The moment passed and Wykla turned her attention again to the hatching. One green Impressed, one searching for her rider, a brown gone, and another egg hatching. Such a pretty blue! She'd expected him to head toward the boys. A small gasp escaped her as the blue headed in the girl's direction. Who would he pick? And he laid down in the sand instead. Wait what? She didn't think he was in distress, just merely.... waiting.

It was then that S'raid noticed that, where the Brown's egg had lain, there was another egg buried deep within the sand. Ah! Eleven eggs, not ten? He blinked, mildly surprised by this, but pleased. A larger clutch size, even one that had seen such a tragic loss, was excellent. It was a good sign indeed. And, look... another egg, Galvanth. There had been Candidates milling about before, and they seemed a trifle more sedate now-- perhaps subdued? It was now possible to get a clear (or relatively, given the egg's location) view of the egg.

I see! Galvanth said, and immediately his focus was back upon his living hatchlings, peering between the various Candidates and dragonets, and looking over the eggs. There was still a touch of sadness to the Bronze, but he was quite proud of the little beasts that had hatched, and who had yet to find their riders.

This was good, he decided. Sad, because the Brown would never get to be one of them, and know the true completion that he knew, but good for the others. Perhaps now that hidden egg would be able to more easily find his or hers? When the little Blue warbled, Galvanth warbled in return, echoing the note in the baby's voice. He will not go between, Galvanth decided, and S'raid merely shook his head. How was the Bronze to know a thing like that, after all.