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He didn't know the Inaari person, but he was sure that she was nice. If she wasn't, than N'tos's almost broken eardrums were going to waste. "I-I'm glad." He managed to say, amidst his dizziness at being shaken back and forth.

The happy croon from the green didn't last long, as a ear splitting shriek came from the queen that impressed. N'tos clasped a hand over his ear, wincing. "Shards, she's temperamental." He muttered to J'riar, so nobody else around them would take offense.

Asceth saw, with discontent, that the happy green of her eyes were once again tinted with yellow. There was no way to be disrespectful to one of their queens either, his only response was to fold a wing around Ianquith and make her feel safe.

N'tos glanced at the rider, Rinfala, and sighed. "Man, she's got her work cut out for her." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that a blue had hatched. They were the one of the more common of colors after all.

Santhea blinked, her eyes wide, as she watched the blue dragonet tumble out onto the fine sands. A blue! she thought excitedly as the last of the beautiful black shards fell from the stretching small dragon. She sighed as she saw him yawn - Thankfully he was calm, and her eyes flickered unconsciously to the creeling impressed gold at the edge of the sands, then looked back at the hatchling. She reinforced her thoughts of warmth adn welcome, while absent-mindedly wondering how the dragonets responded to these thoughts - do they feel them from all the candidates, or just their lifemates?

Santhea had to smile at the blue - his lazy actions suited the fact that everyone was getting tired and hot standing on the heated sands, waiting for the little animal. If she had been that drgaonet, she would already be racing around the sands, most likely trying to fly already - but that was in Santhea's nature, being a rushing person. The little blue, who had come from such a striking egg, appeared to have a calm mind.

Santhea shifted her weight again, as everyone was, trying to ease the heat as it seeped through her thin sandals. She shifted the material on her hips again, feeling it stick in the small of her back, then brushed her hair back from her forehead, smiling at feeling to undignified at such an important event. Will I impress? I guess it's a little selfish to admit, but, I really hope so! Santhea thought, her gaze roving from the little creature to the eggs to the other candidates and to the stands, then back.

She was feeling sweaty, and stiff, and the thought of the long hatching rankled, knowing her father would be noting every pause, every new impression - no doubt her mother would recount it all in patronising detail with her father injecting his own thoughts during the feast. And Santhea would not be allowed to wallow in peace, not with the stuffed candidates quarters. And how can I get over this and prepare myself for the future if I can't wallow? Of course, that's assuming I don't impress.. Faranth, the wait has made the tension unbearable! she thought, giggling nervously under her breath before stifling it, looking around fearfully in case her nervousness had been heard. She looked back at the blue.

The small dragon was a beautiful creature, that much was apparent the minute it stepped out of it's night-black shell. Even the arch of it's neck was measured and strong! If I had any ability in drawing or sketching, he'd be a lovely muse. Of course, dragons would be an obvious honour to draw.. she smiled again, her mind wandering absently, cheerful as usual despite her slightly depressing ruminations and the uncomfortable position the long wait posed.

Arioth nearly shrieked again at Varth's attempt to drag attention away from her, but the sharp thump of Rinfala's fist on the table startled her into looking back at Hers. He wants them to look at him instead, she whined, dragging her talons through the sand under her feet. I want them to look at meeeeeeee! The fury was somewhat subsided for the moment, but a distinct whine had formed in the queen's tone.

"It. Does. Not. Matter." Rinfala bit off each word distinctly, making sure that there was no possible way to mistake her meaning. "You are gold. He is brown. They will look at you, and they would even if you didn't want them to."

But I DO want them to! Cue a whine and a stomped talon.

...If Rinfala didn't have her hands full at the moment, she would have facepalmed.

After what seemed like pounds of food disappearing down his gullet, Redhath was finally full. But he wasn’t sleepy, not yet… M’al watched with interest as the Blue dragonet looked at everything else with interest. For once, the orange cleared out of the dragonet’s eyes, replaced by a blue that nearly matched the tip of his nose.

Look at them all, Mine. They are all so different… Redhath commented, as his mind clicked away. Even the queen’s angry shriek merely attracted a cursory glance from the cunning Blue. Everyone had levers, he realized; and he wanted to know how to pull them all! And the interaction between Varth and Arioth certainly provided Redhath with lots of materials for later plots.

M’al grinned and scratched the Blue’s eyeridges lightly, pleased that he had found such an intelligent lifepartner. Or that the Blue had found him, anyway. “Yes, Red, everyone is different. Look! Another egg is hatching, a Blue just like you!”

I’m still better.

Raedue shrugged his shoulders as he watched the little blue wander. "I don't know who he is meant for. But, seeing as how I really only know you, let's hope that he is meant for someone I know."

With her response to her father on the tip of her tongue, Kagiya paused, and caught sight of a familiar face in the crack. She couldn't make out that he was making a face at her... but she was sure that he was! Ooohhhh she was gonna get him good when he came out! She made a face back, subtle about it because she didn't want her daddy to see. "Maybe she's sad, daddy. She doesn't sound happy." Which was true enough. Still... her father knew all about dragons. Would he lie to her and say how they weren't lonely if they were? She didn't think so. Daddies didn't lie. "Daddy, can you tell him he's big?" Not that he wouldn't know that. "An' nice?"

It seemed to get nauseously quite whenever the hatchings paused, but as the Quarter Horse egg rocked everyone seemed to start breathing again. With the revealing of the blue Tideal stood a bit straighter without thinking, and watched the handsome dragonet intently, looking at the pretty shades along its skin. He was just as striking as his egg but despite the attention he drew he seemed another one to take his time in choosing. The blue's gaze passed the crowd and Tideal calmed himself and waited, quite sure he'd be watching the dragonet walk up to someone else any minute.

The crowd emanated a whole spectrum of emotions, most of which were topped judiciously with anxiety. Everyone was waiting on the blue dragonet to make a move, or another egg to join it. Tideal stayed just as anxious as the rest, waiting in limbo for the hatchling.