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Kelstar smiled as a green impressed and watched the brown with slight amusement, such clumsy creature, it had evidently found his just not quite where his was. Perhaps it was someone in the stands? Kelstar scanned the crowd but had no luck in picking out the lucky person. He scuffed a foot int he sand and piled some up. He swept a foot across it and smoothed it down. In all the excitement he had completely forgotten about his scratches. He gazed over the waiting eggs and the brilliant queen. A good hatching, a good hatching indeed.

Another small egg burst, revealing a blue dragonet. This hatchling, unlike several of his siblings, seemed in rather a hurry to get to his. He ignored the boys, and ran straight for the girls. He tripped once or twice, pausing only briefly to sulk (or was it sulking? Could a dragon sulk?), and continued. He needed to get to Mya!

He bumped into one or two of the girls in the middle of the group to get to her, but he didn't seem to notice. In fact, the only thing the hatching seemed to notice was Mya--and he nearly knocked her over in the process.

Myamine! Myamine! Where are you? I found you! Your Kirth found you at last! You were hiding. I struggled to find you. The blue's tone had a whiny sound to it, almost. It seemed to be pleading for attention. Or perhaps he just tended to over-react.

A lot.

Your Kirth is starving. How will we save Pern if I starve? They depend on us, mine!

Iaman found his attention focused on another egg that began to rock. It was almost mesmerizing, the way it rocked back and forth, rhythmically, moving more and more each time... until it fell over, still whole. He shook his head, a smile forming on his lips. Another violent rock, and the egg cracked, and broke, and fell into pieces. The rather large brown shook himself, and Iaman almost laughed; he looked a little like a canine when he did that.

He seemed to know where he was going, as he headed directly for the group of girls. Yet, his was not among them, apparently, for he examined and passed by each one of them, looking for his. He let out a huff of frustration as he moved through the group, girls parting on either side to let the not un-intimidating brown through.

Then he growled, and flicked his tail, and turned his head; and his eyes met Iaman's. A quiet gasp slipped from Iaman's lips as the brown hurried over to him. Why were you over here mine? I have been looking for you! Iamanamine, I am your Wookith! I shall never leave your side again. He pushed his nose into his side, almost knocking him over. Iaman knelt down by him, wrapping his arms about the brown's solid neck. Amazement and awe were written clearly on his face. Come now, I hunger!

He didn't notice the other hatchling, or his Impression, as he walked off the sands with Wookith. You know. You called me Iamana. ...Will you tell anyone?

I speak to no one but you, Mine. Iamana... I'man. I'mana. You can be either. Hurry now, I am very empty. He smiled, and his steps gained confidence, surety, as they left the Hatching Ground.

Kelstar smiled as people impressed. This was good, no one was going between now, they were all finding theirs. Kelstar's blue eyes glowed with warmth and he felt like he glowed from within. Hatchings were such exhilarating things and he loved them. Kelstar watched the gold dragon, he wondered what went through a golds mind during a hatching. This was certainly a day for thought, he wondered if the vain creature from the touching had hatched yet.

The blue resting on the sands stood quite suddenly. His eyes had become a worried, whirling yellow. Was his here? Was his here? Where was his? He stretched briefly, arching his back, stretching out his tail. He was in no hurry to get to the boys, it seemed, though the concern in his eyes said otherwise. He studied each boy carefully, and stared at each for what seemed like a long, long time.

Unlike the hatchling's clutchmates, this blue seemed gentle. There was nothing hasty or violent about his actions. Curiosity, however, was another matter.

H'denmine! I have come for you at last! Did I worry you? Your Ewoth is sorry! So sorry! Mine? Your Ewoth is very hungry. Come now, let us eat.

Not too far from Ewoth and Hayden--H'den now, another egg started to rock and crack. A tail burst through the egg, revealing a brown. A brown! The dragonet within seemed to make no other attempt to escape from the egg.

Kafi stood a ways from the others, watching with a slight smile. Part of her wondered if Nati would impress. She hoped the boy would though she wondered if she had impressed at all. After the Touching, she had decided to do her best if she impressed. She would not be what her parents became.

A little bit away from Kafi was Nati, the boy was smirking. As usual his smirk was a mask that hid his anxiety about being a rider. He watched as some of the eggs hatched.

In the stands however was Kaila, smiling and quietly cheering on the candidate. She was also sat away from her brother, not sure if he was still mad about her impressing. She liked having Maith around, the green cheered her up a lot.

R'mera sat near the back of the stands, watching the eggs hatch and the candidates. His blue was resting at the moment, but his eyes sent to Kaila's back sometimes.

(ooc: Ack, I'm late again! D: At least I've posted now!)

Tolin had been having a lovely dream prior to being woken for the hatching. Unfortunately, he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was. Something about flying, maybe. He got up with little trouble, especially since he had a knack for being instantly awake when necessary, so knew what was going on as soon as he wasn't sleeping.

Upon arriving at the hatching grounds, he listened to the candidatemaster, and dutifully bowed to the dragons and riders in turn, and then faced the eggs.



Well, this was a daunting occasion. Tolin knew about hatchings...he even got to watch one once when he got to travel with the guildhall master. The 'touching' ritual before was surreal enough, but now the objective was to bond with one. Briefly, as he stood at the edge of the hatching grounds, he was frozen, terrified: What if the 'bonding' screws with your head? Changes who you are? Isn't that kinda like being killed and replaced with somebody else? The fear--which wasn't going away--did not hold him in place for very long.

He made it this far, he decided, whatever happens happens, and he would do his best! "I am not afraid," he muttered, just in time to witness assaults on other candidates. That helped him feel not afraid...oh yeah. But fear is good for you, he knew. Keeps you safer; fear is just the reminder to not be stupid. He had prudently stayed out of the way of slashing claws and angry maws. That one green vanished into nothing was not lost on him, but now was not the time to reflect upon the sadness of that...so he put it out of his mind, and focused on the now: Find a dragon, make friends with the dragon.

A brown! That's a possibility...but, nope, it jumped into the stands to be with that one cheeky boy. He shrugged. Maybe a bronze? A small bit of worry crept into his mind again. He had hesitated, and ended up behind other candidates...what if that meant he wouldn't impress? He shook his head once at this, and pushed his way closer to eggs yet hatched. By what he'd seen, and what he'd been told, it didn't seem like being the first one there really mattered, but still...it felt like he was doing something to get up closer.