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"Look Xan," Tor gripped his friend's hand tighter than ever, "a new queen has Impressed, and that lovely blue! Their colours! It's amazing. Truly amazing. By the first egg, I swear the moment we get out of here I'm going to go and hug that big brown dragon and never let go!" A gold Impressing for the stands; a rare tale to be sure.

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...Humm. From the stands was it? F'itz folded his arms across his chest, wondering who the chosen girl was and where she came from. For all he knew, she was a Benden plant; he really did not like how little they had been told about what they were doing here... No, they knew what they were doing, they were ferrying healers around; it was the healers they didn't know about... Was something going to happen? He hoped not. Despite himself, the brownrider was beginning to relax into his usual enjoyment of a hatching; it would be wrong to spoil it.

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...Shells. For a moment, he'd thought the bratty queen was going for Ofie. Thankfully, that was not to be; it was a girl beside her that the gold had attached herself to. He supposed he could only hope the girl was up to keeping that gold ego in check, especially if he did end up Impressing himself... Speaking of that possibility, the brown still hadn't chosen. Setting the attention-seeking gold out of his mind, Kyros turned back to the action.

By the Golden Egg of Faranth, Moira had Impressed the Queen. Tiny, sharp tongued Moira whose mouth was bigger than her body. While S'raid was digesting this, Galvanth bugled, trumpeting to the world that his friend Moira had Impressed, and to a Queen! Do you see, S'raid? I knew she was special, the Bronze informed his rider smugly, delighted by this turn of events. Oh yes, Moira would be a very good queenrider! Her dragon would be all the stronger for the fire that S'raid so often muttered to him about. His favorite Moira was clever, and wise, and brave, all of which traits would greatly benefit Trine.

S'raid let out a bark of a laugh as the girl declared her victory over him. He could not help but concede it to some extent. Still... "Spitfire." The words weren't loud enough to carry, truly, but maybe she could read his lips. He grinned, looking rather amused by the new orders of things, if not slightly chagrined. Later, he would groan and bemoan the fact that now Moira had a justifiable reason to order him around. His look informed her in no uncertain terms that he would find a way to get her back later. Yes, yes, a man grown and still playing games with a little girl.

He didn't care. Schooling his expression into a proper scowl (that did not wholly conceal his amusement, as the corner of his mouth perpetually twitched upward), he shook a finger at the naughty weyrling. For shame, a queenrider jumping over railings, and putting on obnoxious displays of superiority-- oh wait, that last part did sound appropriate. He was... oddly pleased, and no little proud, though he did everything in his power to contain it. Needless to say, Galvanth made no such efforts. He had befriended the young woman, and was quite delighted that she had achieved so much.

This is good. They will be strong together, the Bronze insisted, totally oblivious to the fact that the pair in question would be strong in Trine together, and that this would therefore have no bearing on matters back home at Benden. It would have a bearing on matters of Pern, Galvanth said firmly, brooking no arguments. For once, S'raid didn't even bother trying to argue with his dragon. He simply watched the dragonet and her rider, and wondered what this would mean for all of their futures.

Annnd that left the brown on his own and he looked up as all the gazes turned away from the spectacle of the queen and settled on him. Shying away, he kept his head low and padded around the boys.

Quickly enough, his head perked and he arched the long slender length of his neck as he padded over and sat down in front of Sheridan.



As the dragon made his Impression, more eggs had begun to wiggle and crack and roll about. A brilliantly marked blue burst from the Distorted Reflection egg and shook himself free of the mess as he craned his neck and seemed to congratulate Violith.

He bounced away, however, as a green rolled out of the Bared Fangs egg and nipped at the blue before slowly rising with all the grace of a seasoned predator. The two were stark contrasts to each other and held so very much promise.

...Ah well, not the brown, but maybe the green or blue? Kyros studied them carefully, frowning slightly at the green as she snapped at the other dragonet. It was... he supposed it was like a new pack of canines sorting out the pecking order, or a crowd of kids. Sometimes, if you were willing to show your teeth, size didn't keep you from dominating... Still, he guessed she could be for him; right now, given the little he knew, he was ruling out only by colour, i.e. golds and bronzes. Anything else, for whatever reason, might look to him.

Optheli applauded for the boy the brown Impressed to. It was really turning out to be an exciting Hatching. As the brown found His, two more eggs hatched. A blue and a green. A little snapping displayed, but nothing seemed too bad.

She didn't recognize the Candidate who Impressed the brown, but she hadn't been very good about meeting her fellows in the barracks either. They made a nice looking pair, though.

More eggs--the blue's seeming congratulations to the brown gave him a sort of regal bearing. That was the egg that had been a bit sly, she remembered vaguely, and watched him with a raised eyebrow--well, watched him at least until the green burst from the bared fangs egg. Her nipping proved her every bit as ornery as Akaya had guessed from the feelings of the egg. Handfuls, the both of them, she was sure.

The cracking eggs sound around Sheridan were nothing more than background noise, his entire world had centered down into a single point. A single, solitary brown point that moved with an odd gracefulness for the apparent size of the dragonet. Violith. His Violith!! A hand reached out and touched the brown head resting in front of him, a reverent awe apparent in every inch of his manner. "Violith...yeah. Let's get out of here and find you something to eat." He could feel the discomfort of the brown almost as if it were his own, something alive and lurking beneath his own comfort. "But don't worry, I think everyone might be a little more interested in your sister the queen." A strong arm wrapped around that almost delicate neck in an awkward hug for a moment, and unsure what to do, Sheridan simply wrapped an arm around his lifemate and started to lead him off towards where he thought the others had gone. Maybe someone would point them in the right direction...eventually.

Hopefully Malina would not be far behind - she wasn't the kind of girl you could leave alone for long! Violith, however, was unconcerned with this, and simply pressed his wedged head against Sheridan's - the new S'idan's. I do not care. She is very noisy, we should be away for now. Alone for food, and then sleep. Sleep sounds very nice, do you have a big bed? Clearly, his dragon was not going to let him be alone any longer!

Viskal glanced back to the stands to see the gold impressing and the flaunting of her new chosen. She the following spectacle drew his eyebrows up in surprise, down in cynical critique, and then arched one as he revised his opinions. He knew of her by reputation, or at least of her mouth. Viskal didn’t know hardly any of the Candidates personally, but he knew of enough to make him aware of his surrounding fellows. This girl, Moria, would likely be worse now than ever. Maybe she’d find a purpose to her devilish behavior now. Viskal found himself wishing to be part of whatever hell she kicked up, but he focused his attention on the sands for now. The brown had made his choice, and now… that green. If there was a dragon likely to cause problems on the sand, he expected it to be between this one and whoever got between her and her Chosen.