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So much had happened, so much in so litte time. Beka had managed to somehow get out of the way of the Queen, and the brown. It had slightly scared her; Beka wasn't used to dragons being violent... she had stepped back and away suddenly, and had stayed in the back.

All she wanted was a family, someone to be close to. To love, and be loved by. And she could think of no one who would love her more than a dragon... but the gold... Beka took a breath and stepped forward once again.

Things were settled, and calm. Other eggs hatched, and everything was seemingly fine. One dragon after another walked by her, and she felt a little hope die each time. But the red head wouldn't let it affect her. Instead she steeled herself and stared at the eggs that had yet to hatch. Her hands clenched into fists, and she forced herself to sweetly smile even if her nerves were somewhat... strained.

She was nervous, excited, and all sorts of things all wrapped into one. The girl's emerlad eyes just stayed locked onto where they were. Not blinking nor moving. More eggs to come, she still had a chance.

She was too polite to be smug. “Well cousin what did I win?” It wasn’t the first time ‘Rish had made a game of things to pass the time or just to force her to converse.

“That was just one egg; we still have quite a few more to go. Which egg do you think will hatch next and what color.” It was a hatching and he was going to have his fun. “What did you think really?”

“Mmm, the bright coppery orange one and a bronze,” Rami replied nodding to the Thoroughbred egg. “She reminded me when you where four, a bit clumsy but you greeted everyone with these little chirps of words…it was cute.”

“You remember that?” ‘Rish shook his head, sticking out his tongue at his cousin, of all things for her to remember. “The light grey one, and a bronze. I think it’s too large to be anything else.”

Vaythel had been distracted once again for a moment, and he had missed another hatching and Impression. He was coming pretty close to kicking himself! He usually wasn't anywhere near this scatterbrained, but Vaythel figured that the heat was starting to get to him a little. Yeah, that made sense.

Taking a look at the beautiful dark Green with a smile, Vaythel silently congratulated the both of them.

It had not escaped her notice that she was exactly where her mother had told her not to be. That, apparently, was enough to appease Kagiya. Obviously S'kagi knew better than Dolmin, because he was a rider, and he knew how dragonets chose their riders. He had a dragon, didn't he? Coriath was big and nice and he took her and her daddy down to the beach! Snuffling just a little, she calmed down as the Bronzerider held her and petted her, and cuddled up into his hold. Dolmin didn't know who would get an egg, and she was gonna get one, and there was nothing he could do about it.

... She hoped that she would get one, anyway. If not, she would be a Healer like her mommy. Daddy had said that mommy's work was very important, so it had to be. "Daddy, was Coriath small an' wet like those ones?" she inquired, attention drawn at once to the dragonets. She couldn't really imagine the big Bronze as being small. "He's biiig!" Would the little Bronze on the Sands one day be as big as he was? That was hard to believe. She scrunched up her nose and tried to imagine.

Santhea stood quite close to the eggs, still pulling the skirt of the robe closer against her thighs, grinning. She was on the sands, at last. She looked at the remaining eggs - her eyes were first drawn to an egg black as night, wiht lighter patterns. It was sitting near to the shells of another egg - Santhea smiled wider, knowing the hatchling had impressed. Another mighty couple for the weyr!
She looked at the egg again, at the spots of light on it reflecting off the white sand and shining egg shards. She tilted her head to the side, trying to follow a pattern which she could see woven into the midnight colour - where the egg shadowed at it's angle, the light ceased. It was quite pretty if you looked closely at the patterns. It's so pretty!
Santhea smiled at the natural beauty in it, and looked at another unhatched egg.

This one was quite dull compared to the striking black egg, but Santhea thought it was just as important to the clutch as any color - she appreciated the way it didn't seem to be trying to shy away.
"You go, little egg!" she murmured under her breath, grinning. The dull exterior will bring forth a beautiful dragon, and upon impressing one of us hopeful candidates, will be an integral part of the weyr.. she thought excitedly, and her thoughts moved to another egg, also tucked at the back.

Her eyes roved on the deep, warm brown, and the veins of lighter browns running along the egg - Almost like someone spilled muddy water on tanned hide - only much prettier.
The little egg was surrounded by big shards from other hatchlings - big enough to make the egg seem small, tilted as it was, though Santhea got the feeling it was quite content in it's little spot. She smiled in a bemused way at the other candidates, and almost laughed when she saw everyone else surveying the eggs intently, before switching her own gaze back to more unhatched eggs - a good hatching so far, telling by the shards littered around, and the happy muttering up in the stands.
The stands! Thinking of the spectators, she looked over her shoulder, trying to spot Dievath, the dragon who had searched her, among those humming at the edges of the bowl, though it was impossible to indentify the blue at this distance. She couldn't see H'dra in the stands either. Though that definitely does not mean he isn't here. I'm sure he's watching - the whole weyr will turn out for hatching! She smiled and returned her gaze to the eggs, nervously grinning.

Westren, already excited with the typical Hatching thrill, soon discovered that the other boy’s smiles were contagious. Offering a grin of his own, he retorted with,“ Well, I don’t think I’m exactly Bronze material, but thank you. I’m Westren, by the way.”

Was still panting after his run and the hot sands weren’t helping, it was so unpleasant to feel the white robe start to cling to him with his sweat but it really couldn’t be helped he guessed. This was his third hatching now and he still couldn’t get used to the heat but he should just be happy to be here, that the eggs were hatching at all. After the stupidity of the girl touching the soft eggs there had been whisperings that some of the eggs might not hatch at all. And Ren was really a natural worrier so he had been fretting himself silly over the idea that his dragon might have been in this clutch but ruined by the inconsiderate touch of one girl. He had also got up the courage to go and confront her…but what would he do? Stand there and give her a stern talking to? The idea was laughable. At least he was assured by the shattered shells across the sands, The dragonets all seemed okay so far.

It was the candidates who had suffered, he glanced back towards the bloodstain still fresh on the sands and shuddered nodding to Vesyes warning. “It does seem more dangerous that usual. But I am just glad I made it.” he muttered, he would have been ready to throw himself under thread if he had missed it, and possibly missed his chance. “ The Candidate master gave me job sorting in the underground storeroom. I didn’t even hear the Dragon call, luckily Glee has better ears than me. She managed to tell me what was happening.” he explained moving in closer to Vesyes, he always got the impression that the older male would seek to protect him after the whole fiasco after his first hatching. He could safely say he trusted him and he would follow his lead if a violent hatchling headed there way.

Talking about hatchlings a hush once more fell over the crowd as another egg started to rock and shudder from its indented bed in the sands, the dark hues catching the light to more effect. By the size it could only be a green so it was no surprise when that was just the colour that rolled out clear onto the golden grains. Except she seemed quite relaxed and already in a good mood as she looked between the candidates and her clutch mates.

As usual Ren found himself shuffling forward, calling mentally to the girl. Hoping and praying that she would come to him, only to disappointed as she headed towards another and was joined by her bonded, which needless to say was not him. He slumped again, he couldn’t help it. He was going to do his mucles damage if he wasn’t careful tensing and deflating so much in one sitting couldn’t be good for him.