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The blue that first hatched was smaller than she'd expected. Oh she'd known they were little and she'd even seen the eggs and touched the things but it was still strange to see a dragon so tiny and so awkward. She didn't have long to stare at the blue however, soon enough there was a rather more action packed show on the sands. Vee winced as the greens tore into one another and turned to Vosin. "Shards, does this happen often?" she asked the more experienced candidate in a hissed whisper. Shards! The first one - the one from the Charging Egg - was bigger and obviously stronger than the Shrieking green but Shrieking was faster. If this was a pit match or a duel she wouldn't know where to place her marks.

And then, naturally, things got even more interesting. It was the large red egg that was cracking now and... and that dragon didn't look happy. Shards though he was gorgeous, big and strong and screaming. Yep, she wouldn't mind a beast like that at her side in the least. "I'd put some money on him tearing into some of them... or some of us," Vee muttered to the girls around her in general, shifting her weight and keeping her eyes trained carefully on the magnificent brute.

With a low growl and his eyes flashing the Keep Out brown began to stalk towards the male candidates, his head low and his tail lashing. As he drew nearer his growl rose to a crescendo of a snarl and he bared his fangs. Not so keen to lay their hands on him now, were they?

As the brown prowled and the pair of greens continued their fight - now tumbling over and snapping at one another near the larger cluster of eggs - the Seeking Egg began to shudder and twitch, its movements just about visible to a keen eye. The Suspicious Egg was moving too, wriggling and twitching until it fell over, knocking the Welcoming Egg and the Dancing Egg over as it toppled. The Dancing egg reacted to this not at all - it simply rolled away a short distance - but when the Welcoming Egg stopped rolling it too started to shift and wriggle.

The Guiding blue remained where he was, watching his siblings calmly.

Vesresh



Ready for this one?

Vesresh peeked out from behind the older boy.

“N-no” he whispered. He was very much not ready. Soon, though, he could no longer hide from the dragon's loud growls – it was coming, and it was coming for them, the boys.

Vesresh knew that dragons didn't hurt people: whers did. But, though this was his first hatching, he knew that hatchings were the exception. People died at them sometimes.

His sisters could die.

He could die.

Ohshards oh shards... he whimpered mentally, holding his shaking body tightly...

Vesin smiled as Vos was right behind her and once they were still on the sands, she looped her arm through her twin's. There was so much action. From the mottled blue hatching and watching to the two greens having it out. It made her worried. Even more so when the keep out egg hatched. She felt her heart beat faster as it stood there staring at them. Thankfully, it headed towards the boys. But that was probably even worse. Poor Esre's first hatching is off to a pretty terrifying start. At least, she thought, he was standing behind some of the more experienced and older candidates. She still worried for him, though, and thought about going over and pulling him to the girls side. But she knew that would not be looked upon kindly. She frowned as her internal thoughts were interrupted by a girl speaking to Vos. Ves decided to let her sister answer the first question since she wasn't sure if this girl (Vee) was a friend of Vos' or not. As to the second part...she peaked around her twin. "It's looking like that kind of hatching...just be ready to move to protect yourself or get someone off the sands." While she hoped it wouldn't come to that, Ves knew it was the reality behind hatchings. Her eyes kept flashing between the now rocking eggs, the hatched dragons, and Esre. Her hands were tingling and she kept clutching her hand to keep feeling in it as she waited nervously.

Malta and Poecileth


thought Poecileth gravely, scrutinizing the brown as he made his displeasure known.

Malta shifted uneasily. “I should... really go down there.”

asked Poecileth, clarifying. Even the meddling dragon knew when it was not her place to interfere. There were few such occasions, but a Hatching was one of them.

“Yes.” said Malta, standing up and beginning to make her way through the Stands to join the group of healers on wary standby.

Poecileth stretched, watching her rider with increased wariness as she left. Poecileth knew she wasn't supposed to go down there, but, despite knowing this, and knowing the consequences she would face from it, she still wanted to act as Malta's wall...

said Malta privately, taking her place alongside the other healers and scrubbing up, . The hatchlings usually focused their ire on the candidates anyway...

((edits))

Emmitod

Emmitod found it fascinating the way the brown loped threateningly towards the boys, and he watched it approach as if hypnotized. It was a beautiful creature – deep brown with it's eyes a brilliant flame hue.

Enter, stage right Emmitod thought to himself, The big brown dragon, newly born, with fire in it's eyes. he grinned at it's deep, resonant snarl, Out for blood

Any concerns that this event would be boring were thrown out the proverbial window: things were starting with a bang. Emmitod watched eagerly to see how it would unfold...

Jaric

Jaric had liked the first dragon to hatch. A nice calm blue, who looked over everyone before going to sit with his mom. Guess he watched to watch the Hatching, too. And there was certainly something to watch, as two more eggs hatched quickly to reveal greens. Very, very angry greens who quickly started fighting each other.

Jaric's eyes grew wide, and he rocked on his feet, wanting to take a step back. Would the greens come near? They seemed pretty focused on each other now, but they could decide to turn on the Candidates instead. Or even just bring their fight closer and attack kids by accident.

But he soon had bigger things to worry about when a brown hatched. One that was just as angry as his sisters, but unlike them, he turned straight for the Candidates. And started stalking towards the boys, growling and snarling.

If possible, Jaric's eyes grew wider. The small boy wanted to back away, or duck behind someone else. But it seemed like a bad idea to do anything that would attract the brown's attention, including moving. So he stood very still, trying not to even breathe too loudly, and watched the brown. If it charged towards the boys, could he get out of the way in time?