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She watched as wicked impressed to Becka and it seemed only fitting that would happen after she recalled the touching. The egg had been quite protective of the healer and she still found it crazy that she hadn't even been a candidate and had been allowed upon the sands to touch. She could have understood if there weren't enough candidates to the eggs or thread was super close and they wanted to be sure all the eggs would impress but she had just been told to go out there. Oh well. What's done is done.

She watched as the lively green still danced around the sands and a bronze slid forth from the pale egg. ooo. He was a lovely one. She watched and waited to see what else would come forth.

Ritsa

The female candidate stood silently in the sands. She had trickled out quickly with the rest of the candidates but had been otherwise unnoticed by anyone or in this case anything. It wasn't much of a surprise to her, with all the candidates surrounding her it was very unlikely she would impress of the dozens and dozens of other candidates also eagerly waiting their chance to impress a dragonet.

Watching with awe as the first of the dragons emerged Rista smiled weakly. A green dragon, and a fierce one at that. How wonderful it was to see the hatching with her own eyes. And to be this close. While she loved the idea of being this close to the hatching eggs she knew the danger that was associated with being a candidate on the sands. One wrong move and she could easily end up under a clumsy babies claws. Not somewhere she really wanted to be in all of this.

Closing her eyes and trying to keep her breathing calm in all the excitement, Ritsa was quick to move out of the way as a green and gold approached the girls. Her heart yearned to impress either of them and when she failed she couldn't help the sinking feeling in her heart. Shifting uncomfortably back into place as the others had impressed she turned her eyes back towards the eggs. A third and beautiful baby had hatched but she knew well enough that one was not for her. Licking her lips to moisten them Ritsa let out a slow unsteady breath as she nervously kept an eye out.

Becka fed another chunk of meat to Taikirth and gave a slightly bigger but still tiny smile at the goldrider, who seemed to be in as much shock as she, except that girl had been a Candidate so Becka wondered if it was Impressing Gold that shocked the girl so much. "Thanks, i have some catching up to do on lessons i think" she said, rubbing gently at Taikirth's eyeridges, sensing through their bond that she liked it. "Becka" she added, gazing back into Taikirth's eyes, as Paige stared at her gold.

Taikirth was also cool, her gold sister had drawn blood, for no reason other than she had FRIGHTENED the girl she'd Impressed to, no matter the explanation Taikirth wasn't about to let it slide while she remembered, but she could play cool, cool and civil on the surface. I dare anyone to find fault in MY Choice Venaith she commented, her tone not exactly condescending but there was an edge to it.

With all of the chaos on the sands, Fiolen found him instinctively moving towards a more protective source, taking a step closer toward Naressa as he watched the wicked green attack another viciously. However, as astounding as it seemed to him, the green finally found her match, and the instant love and devotion found between the two of them gave him reason for pause.

Impression was like falling in love, but deeper. It was like having a child, yet still deeper than that. An unbreakable bond. The gravity of that was easy to overlook with the steady, easy relationship between seasoned riders. However, the raw rapture between two newly impressed..

His eyes watered sympathetically as the dragons began to pair off to their mindbonds, no doubt sharing the same yearning expression that many other candidates held in their eyes.

Those at the front of the candidates with keen eyes might see the delicate cracks tracing along its shell. Several more rolls and the sound of shell breaking apart could be heard. A broad crack ran from the top of the egg unevenly down its side. The egg stopped and a gooy nostril poked at the crack. It gave a snort. Not quite there yet.

Round and round went Silver egg. How could the poor dragon inside not be dizzy yet? Slowly the crack widened until the shell could no longer stand the strain. It split apart as the baby was dumped into the bottom of the hole. A cough was heard, then a decidedly blue head raised up beyond the top ledge of the sand. He sat there, staring at the candidates, as he caught his breath.

She noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and she looked over and saw Fiolen moving towards her. She couldn't help but smile, it seemed to be that he associated her with a protective persona, which wasn't far off from the truth. She moved closer to him and she gazed about. She wondered if perhaps he would impress, she pegged him with a bronze or a brown, maybe a blue. She figured if anything a bronze would further set him on the right course towards a more manly personality. Though, if he ended up with a blue she didn't see any issue with that. She knew that a Bronze would hold a lot of responsibilities should he impress one and perhaps that was what he needed, though she knew it was based on personality and nothing else..

Either you meshed or you didn't.

She gave him a reassuring smile and she turned her gaze to the silver egg as a blue head poked it's way through. Wasn't he an interesting sight.

Silver blue eyeballed the candidates then sneezed wetly. He was clearly still not pleased with the selection provided. Rested, the blue went to climb out of the divot he’d made in the sand. His claws scrambled against the loose grains. He flapped his wings to give an extra boost up. Reaching the top he gave a bugle. Candidates could clearly see he was a very tiny blue, no bigger than any of the greens that had hatched.

He lifted his head to the full length his neck would go to regard the candidates again. His eyes whirled red. Haughtily the blue strolled toward the divide between the candidates. His head turning slowly left and right as he looked at the boys then the girls.