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Galvanth warbled down at his children, crooning to the Blues and Greens that littered the Hatching Sands. He was quite proud of the young dragonets, simply for still being there. Even the sad little Blue had found his rider! You will go far! he told them softly, sure that they would not hear him. But he was a new and proud father, and while that attachment to them would inevitably fade with distance and time, right here and now as they moved over the Sands, they were his babies. And he was their father.

The Blues had Impressed, and S'raid almost... yawned. How utterly... dull. Would nothing entertaining happen at this Hatching? Sure, there had been the one death, but that wasn't so much entertaining as irritating. Irritating because Galvanth was still feeling faint pangs of woe over the loss of the baby. S'raid did not particular relish the feeling of woe.

... Did anyone? ... Best not to answer that. Well, in other people woe was all well and good. It could be turned to his advantage. He approved of things that could be used to his advantage, naturally. Unfortunately, Galvanth's emotions tended to bleed over slightly. It was not useful for S'raid to experience this sense of loss. He looked forward to the moment when the Bronze forgot all about the betweened Brown. Really, there were far better things to concern himself with than the loss of a dragon who could not find his rider.

Now that her sister was no longer trying to correct her, the Prairie green toddles towards the boys, stopping every now and again to look them over. The way she appraised them however, was more like looking at a fine bolt of cloth or a choice cut of meat... She warbled at a few, stopped and eyed them inquisitively, as if deciding if they were the right kind of vintage, perhaps.

The Taiga green, intent on ignoring her silly silly sister pushed through the front ranks and then the second line... and then stopped. She almost seemed confused, apparently expecting Hers to be right there. Snorting and flaring her wings, she spun around and stalked back to the front and stood before the Candidates like a drill sergeant, daring any of them to naysay her search or even comment on her misstep.

Shedrawn vibrated visibly with excitement there was a green in with the boys and one in with the girls too, but this one was CLOSER! His gaze danced between her her sister and the other eggs. He Never got this excited ever but he couldn't help it the social dynamics of this hatching were fascinating!

The redheaded boy tried not to laugh at the Taiga green's misstep... and failed. Horribly. In fact, he failed so thoroughly in this endeavor that he was holding his sides by the time it was said and done, trying to clamp his jaw shut in an attempt to stifle the laughter. After all the fuss at her sister, the Taiga had marched right back out of the girls and was now staring the lot of them down, while Andeon laughed raucously in the background.

“Women, eh?” He elbowed the nearest candidate, “Can never make up their sharding minds.”

Adimine, your Mazamath is here now. Feed me?

When the blue dragonet had headed in her general direction, Adi dared to hope, just as the other girls in her vicinity probably did, and her heart soared when he bumped her with his nose, lay at her feet...and finally, he spoke to her. To her! The girl burst into happy tears and knelt to hug him tight.

Oh, Mazamath! You're really mine!

And you are Mine, and I am very happy too, but also hungry. Can we eat now?

Adi sniffed and composed herself - mostly - and stood with him to lead him from the sands. On her way to the feeding tables, she scanned the crowd for M'cel and Tairoth. When she spotted them, she jumped up and down and waved. Look, look! Did they see?

Coming, Gemgareth! Mazamath called back to his brother, bumping His from behind to get her back on track. Food first, bouncing later!

Now this? This S'raid approved of. The little Green was marshaling the girls as was proper, looking them over to see if any of them were worthy of her. Clearly that dragonet had some spirit, and a will of her own. She had more of a sense of self worth than many of the dragonets, he imagined. Less than Galvanth had, of course, but this was an improvement over some of the other dragonets in Ianath's clutch. They were, in general, not terribly impressive. It was rather disappointing, really. After all the time and effort that had gone into caring for those eggs, after the time he had wasted lulling about in Malvren Weyr... well, one would hope that more worthwhile dragonets would come of it.

They are all worthwhile, Galvanth disagreed vehemently. They were dragonets. What did S'raid expect of them, that they would march in line, and puff their chests out like overstuffed wherries? No, babies were not like that. The Bronze gave a rather irritable huff. Really, didn't his rider know any better? ... But of course S'raid did. He was playing a joke on Galvanth. The Bronze just knew it. There was no way that his rider was so irrational as to expect more from babies than babies could give.

A faint twitch of amusement tugged at S'raid's lips. Thank you for that show of faith, he sent back, and then turned his cold eyes onto the Candidates below. Perhaps, if the dragonets proved to be less than impressive, there would be more to find among the Candidates? Unlikely, mind, but possible. He pursed his lips, and considered them thoughtfully. Hmmn. Well, there wasn't much promise to be found, but here and there he saw some glimmers. Was this the best that Pern had to offer? That remained to be seen. Truthfully, he did not have high expectations for them-- if he had, they would only have failed to meet them.

M'cel had indeed been watching, and was clapping heartily for the girl. Oh, Marcy, you see? Little one has Impressed a little one! Look, a blue for her! Tairoth trilled, quite obviously thrilled.

I see, Tairoth. Good on her! I'd've hoped for a Black for her, but not everyone could be so lucky. M'cel smiled, patting his neck. "Good job, Adi!" Good on her. A sweet young thing like her would be paired well with a blue. Better than a green. Little girls should get to stay little girls as long as possible.

We will have to say hello! Little blues are very cute.

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"Aww, gorramnit, Gemgareth, why'd you gotta-" Rene looked towards Wykla with a glare, shoving an extra large peice of meat towards Gemgareth as if that would keep his mind quiet. "M'Rene. Good on ya fer goin' an joinin' th'blue club." She said as Gemgareth worked on his large chunk, whining softly.

Too big!

"You're the one what's complaining about bein' hungry!"

I will choke, and then where will you be?

"Suppose I'll be here on the sands with my hand down your throat, tugging it out." Rene said in a practical way. She waved towards Adi and her dragon. THere, three in their little 'club'. Not bad, not bad. All girls, but at least Adi wasn't a silly girl. Hopefully this Wykla wouldn't be either, or else Rene wouldn't be very plesant with her.

Zeren couldn't believe it... the green she was looking right at him, she'd reared to get a better look, he held his breath he was ready ..... then she shook her head ... dismissing him, and his heart sank. Not good enough for her.. she'd looked right at him, like those Impressions he'd seen ... but no. His momentary relaxation was forgotten at the (seemingly) blatant rejection. His eyes dropped to his feet, what had he done wrong when she'd looked, had he not done something he should have?

There, she'd Impressed another, though Zeren didn't see it, he was fighting to keep his emotions in check. "what would Kaz think if i cried, i'm 18 for Faranth's sake, i'm not some snotty kid, i just....." he thought. There were still eggs on the sands and he forced himself to look up, to set his jaw and see the hatching through properly. Later he could go to his bunk and get emotional but not now, not yet.