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Naia blinked down at the large green dragonet that settled itself at her feet. "Yes?"

She felt mildly discombobulated.

I'm hungry. the voice in her mind was mild. But the large body remained at her feet, not moving towards the meat, and not encouraging Hers to guide her towards the food. Her eyes flickered from person to person, taking them in.

Naia rested a hand on one of the headknobs. "Well, we'll feed you, then." her voice was businesslike. "You've neglected to tell me your name, you know."

Cusith.

Lala watched as slowly but surely, dragonet by dragonet hatched and impressed. It was all quite neat and orderly, except for that one blue who made all the noise when he got stuck. Weren't blues supposed to go to boys? And yet he had impressed a girl. Was that normal?
When the dark green finally impressed after all her wandering around, the young woman smiled a bit. She seemed like a calm sort, and very pretty. Her gray eyes soon went back to the rest of the clutch, still hopeful that there might be a dragonet there for her too.

A'ram shifted uncomfortably. How could he have gotten so old so quickly? He'd been just a little stiff when B'shir and the rest of his clutch left for that other Weyr. Now he felt far older than sixty something turns. He knew there were older riders than he at the Weyr, though not many. He wondered if they felt like this sitting in the stone stands.

Are you that uncomfortable? Rath asked. The dragon was twenty one turns younger than his rider, and he wasn't really feeling his ages as much. He'd grown leaner in his old age, a bit bonier, but he didn't suffer as his rider did.

I'm fine, A'ram said stubbornly. What do you think of the new hatchlings?

They are small. I think they will be less violent than your grandson's dragon's clutch. Not that he remembered it so well. He only vaguely remembered Sakneth at this point, and only as the dragon that A'ram's grandson Impressed, and a rather detestable dragon at that.

"Mm..." A'ram replied indifferently.

At about the time the green impressed, the girl Ronasha was using to hide behind turned and hissed something so venomous that the poor nervous thing skittered helplessly forward and took her place in line. Mind, the comment was likely something like, 'Hey, hun, why don't you come up and join the rest of us. But. She knew. What it meant. Trouble. And her in it.

Standing with the others now, only slightly comforted by the good behavior of the dragons and the lack of active seekers at the moment she bounced from foot to foot as much from frantic energy as from the heat of the sands.

Her eyes skimmed the unhatched eggs, counting. Seven left and she was sure enough of the Queen's good behavior to not worry over much about that one. She could... survive... seven more eggs. Maybe. If a dragon really started chasing her, she could always run around to Fell. He'd protect her. Yes. She'd go over now if she wasn't absolutely convinced of the Weyr crushing potential of such disobedience. Not that she expected to impress, but what if their was a dragon look for her. And she was in the wrong line? And it went between. And then maybe, there wouldn't be enough dragons for threadfall, when it came. Because hers was missing. Everyone would die. It'd be all her fault. No, best to stay in her assigned place.

Julian tries to keep tract of all the hatching dragons. He gulps in a breath and holds it until the dragon Impresses. Not very conductive to staying conscious. He gets a blue ting around his lips before he realizes what he's doing and starts to breath normally again.

The two little greens looked like they had Impressed, then a blue followed by another blue. The little one stuck in the egg had been cute, Julian thought. His attention roams over the remaining eggs. This was actually fun and exciting. He couldn't wait to see what else hatched and found a life long partner. Maybe even one would find him suitable if not worthy.

A glimps of something familiar out of the corner of his eye makes Julian turn his to find exactly what it was. It's the dragonhealer, I first met. I'm glad he's here. Julian raises his hand slightly to wave as Soril, but isn't sure he was noticed. The other boy seemed deep in thought.

Once she'd gotten poor Bayeth unstuck from his shell without mishap, Lilah patted him on the head. "C'mon, let's get outta here before somebody hatches out angry," she told him, hand on his headknobs as they walked away. "We'll get you somethin' to eat, you must be hungry."

I would like to eat, he agreed, Very much.

Of course, that meant she'd be cutting meat, wouldn't it? Fabulous. That was bound to go well - not.

Soril was quickly distracted by Julian waving to him, and he smiled and offered a quick wave back, keeping one eye to the sands all the while. It would have been a bit more enthusiastic, but another voice cut through his train of thought:

Sorilmine?

Soril looked back to the sands - he had seen the green poke her nose from the eggs out of the corner of his eyes, and now his attention was fully on her. He suddenly felt as though he was more himself than before, and very....

Sorilmine, your Aceth is here for you! She approached Hers, and he pulled away from the group of boys, stroking her head a moment. Yes, yours is here - come on! I'm hungry!

"All right," he said with a grin, unable to hold it back at her gentle pushiness to do more than stand on the sands. He led her to the table and offered her a hunk of wherry, which she gratefully accepted.

Julian smiled back then noticed Soril get distracted. He watches him approach the green. His smile turns into a huge grin when he realizes Soril had been chosen by her. Good for him!