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Scratch that earlier judgment, they were a neat-freak, and a drama queen queen. Were all golds like this, born to expect all the attention? Was it truly the 'right order' of things?

All he could think of when he looked at the hatchling was that really spoiled girl back home who had been all perfectly pinned curls and pretty frocks with jewelry that was too grown up to suit her, and of course no interest in doing anything other than lording it over everyone else. Her parents thought she was precious. He really didn't like that girl. He didn't like that dragon, either.

This decided, and given the blue seemed to be heading to the girls and the brown wasn't moving, Kyros risked a glance up to the stands. Orange hair was not difficult to pick out. He smiled, and raised a hand to Ofelia in greeting before turning his focus back to the sands... Hum, seemed the brown was stalking them now. Interesting.

The stalking behavior of the brown was fascinating, if slightly unnerving, and Salin hoped that the predatory impression he was getting from him weren't an indicator of bloodshed about to happen. They'd already had significant tragedy at Trine, and he hoped there wouldn't be any more today, though he had to admit, that was one -impressive- brown.
The blue was clearly not interested in the men, and he wondered who among the girls it was destined for... and who the brown would go to, though like many he let his eyes linger on it hungrily.

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A female bluerider?
Saekagi let his attention drift away from the stalking brown, maybe longer than he should have let it, to try and pick out roughly where the blue might be headed, but it was hard to tell with the way it was walking, complaining and dancing around with it's sand encrusted feet.

Ofelia had been pinched another time for good measure as she kept grumbling about dragons, though her face paled a but as she listened to the girl beside her talk about Queens actually mauling people. Did...did that really happen?

"Yer bustin' mah balls 'bout somethin' like that, right? . . . .Right? Please tell me ya are, 'cause that there goldie looks like she could seriously put a tanner down in the dirt. Not so much that blue - is there something wrong wit' it? An' the brown seems okay an' all, so it's well....okay yeah. Maybe I should jus' shut mah mouth and watch."

There was a grunt of approval from her brother about all of that and Ofelia glared at him in spite of it all, her mood still actually pretty light. She could hear faint laughter from people in the Stands over the antics of the trio down below and she did admit to a chuckle or two herself, but mostly she kept quiet. There wasn't much to say and then - she noticed someone from the male's side was waving. Her face instantly tomatoed red, almost the shade of her hair, and she turned away and almost smashed her face into the arm of the girl next to her.

Viskal’s breath caught as the three shells burst, but the blue’s antics made him shake his head in disbelief. He was too anxious to laugh, but as he shook his head in disbelief and awkward smile crooked around his panting mouth. “Ridiculous thing,” he muttered, words more insulting than his praising eyes.

A surge of movement in the corner of his eye drew his attention, but what he was the whole batch of female candidates swinging their heads toward the queen. Their longing was so palpable he actually felt sorry for all the ones that wouldn’t be picked when the gold approached.

Then the brown approached, and he stiffed again. Shards, he was going to be an exhausted mess when this ended. There was too much emotion packed into each moment.

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K’la leaned forward as the gold egg cracked. Her manicured fingernails crushed the hem of her embroidered tunic in tension, and her heart panged with bittersweet happiness as the dragon trumpeted her presence. When was the last time she had seen this sight at the northern weyrs? She sighed a torn breath with more emotional depth than she usually let herself be seen in public with.

And then the Blue abruptly walked into His smearing the dirt all over poor Gabriel.



He reared up and pressed his forelimbs against the girl as the blue strained to look into her eyes. She understood right? And now she was dirty too and they'd have to clean up first!

With the blue done and the boys ignored, the gold crooned sweetly and padded right up to one girl then snort and padded away, walking the length of the line before she shook her head. Hers was here. Or... was supposed to be here, she could feel it!

Frustrated, she snarled at anyone who tried to touch her that was not Hers and instead looked to the Stands.

Abigail could hardly believe her eyes. Two... two were going for the Stands! And... from the direction of the gold's gaze.... Oh no. No. No no no. That... the Weyrwoman pressed face to palm as she muttered something about 'not teaching any lessons' as the Gold reared up and her eyes found Moira's.

Optheli starts to giggle as not only a bronze chose to impress from up here but the Queen did too! What are the chances of that? Really, a queen picking from the stands? She was glad to see the little blue had settled on a girl in the sands. Now it was just left to the brown.

Moira was just about to tell Ofelia that she was joking, when the gold turned and started heading right for them. The blue had impressed, it seemed, but the volatile young queen was marching across the sands.

“Oh what did you d-” she began, rather certain for a moment that Ofelia had drawn the young queen's wrath and that they were about to both have their faces clawed off. Her lips were still parted, ready to speak, when something clicked into place in her mind. It was instantaneous, a feeling of completion that she could never quite have explained. She understood now why they said they could never fully prepare a Candidate for Impression, as there were no words that could fully encompass what Moira felt in that moment.

Moiramine, you should not be there. Your Serlaith wants you right here, Mine, she is very hungry and your trouble is fixed!

For a moment, Moira was silent, staring slack-jawed and wide-eyed into Serlaith's bright blue eyes. It was only a moment, of course, before the young woman was vaulting over the railing with more energy than even a sixteen year old girl had possessed. She did not run immediately for Serlaith, who sat with her wings flared out behind her, but stood briefly on the railing. What followed could only be described as a Victory Dance, which ended with a finger thrust first in S'raid's direction.

“IN. YOUR. FACE!”

Moira hopped down from the railing, and went running towards Serlaith with all the speed that her short legs could provide. She all but slid to a halt, dropping to her knees in front of the young dragon. In all of Pern's history, no girl had ever looked so happy as Moira did just then.

What was Mine doing up there? I am hungry. There is no food up there.

“Well,” Moira said, rising to her feet and escorting her new bondmate to eat, “I had to be up there.”

Well, now Mine does not have to do anything.

As Moira passed O'rer, beaming from ear to ear, she gave him a wide grin and a wink. Trine was doomed.

From where he stood on the sands watching it all, O'rer's jaw likely hit the ground at the speed of light the moment he watched the gold turn her head to the stands. For a moment he thought she was looking at the girl with the shocking red hair, the one who's voice had been loud enough that it was hard to miss, but instead he felt his stomach drop when he knew that wasn't the case. Inside his head he could feel the rumbles of Hitath's pleasure at the Impression of the Queen despite all the major troubles that would be coming with it.

This...this was not very good. This was bad, very bad bad.

If another dragon hit the Stands he'd likely hit the sands in a faint at this rate.

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" . . . are...are ya okay?"

Ofelia was going to ask what the shardin' hell was going on when Moira just...got up and said something and got onto the sands towards the gold.

That pretty much summed it all up, and for a moment the red-head sat with a rather doofy looking grin on her face. At least she was safe now, right? And the nice girl had gotten the Gold?

. . . NO MAULINGS, YESSSSSSSS.