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Orlina applauded for the newly Impressed girl, who looked thrilled. Anneke was one of the other weyrbrats of Malvren, a girl she thought she'd heard had found who her rider father was recently. Quite a feat, in a weyr. Orlina only knew because her mother's genes ran so strong, and the woman hadn't seen the need to hide her Brownrider father's name and existence from her. Not that Orlina really bothered either of them, but just this once, she glanced at the stands, looking to see if they had turned out to see her Stand. Or if her mother had come to see two of her children stand.

Sudden movement in the corner of her eye drew Orlina's attention back to the Sands. A second Green had made her way over to them, but her creeping pace was halted when two more eggs began to crack. Orlina's eyes darted up to the Clutch to watch two Greens pop from their eggs almost simultaneously. A huge grin spread across her face as she watched them direct their paths to the Brown who had deigned to move a bit closer to the boys-- calling for them to come forward and let him inspect them, maybe?-- but still wasn't getting up and actually doing his own fair share of the searching. Orlina's eyes skimmed the faces of the boys, finding Orothor's face among them. Maybe for him...? She still didn't know her brother well enough to say what kind of dragon he would get. Anything was possible.

The brown rumbled at his sisters, thumping his tail on the ground as he watched the Candidates and refused to move, either extremely patient or utterly disinterested in moving another step. And again, no one moved forward. He seemed to sigh and cast his gaze over the group once more, catching sight of one in particular. Kazairl. Why are you standing there like a lump? Your Arjikith is waiting for oil and food.



With the brown making his Impression, the greens simply tossed their heads and continued on into the boys. One veered into the farthest area to begin her search while the other, the Silent, started towards the front, both of them pacing the boys like wolves in a flock of sheep.

And the Gritted Teeth Green, seeing everything was alright, continued her slow progression through the girls, occasionally meeting gazes and occasionally edging gently, cautiously, past legs.

Cyrci smiled at the browns impression and watched as the two greens continued their way into the boys. The other green from the Gritted teeth egg was moving through the girls. Being careful to shift out of the way Cyrci watched her feet not wanting to trip up the dragon or get herself clawed up in the process. Lifting a hand she made to fidget with her necklace only to remember that it wasn't there. Mentally scolding herself for such a silly action she straightened.

Her family hopefully was watching and she had to do them proud. She had to prove that she was more then what those holder girls said she was. After all surely her dragon was here waiting on her somewhere.

And there it was, a sudden pressure, an irrefutable urge as if he’d been wandering in the sun all day and his hand wanted to reach instinctively for a skin of water at his belt. In the same way, Kazairl longed to look back at the dragons in a way somehow different from the anxious, greedy way Candidates usually stared at the creatures. His mouth suddenly dry, Kazairl turned his head back to the sands and locked eyes with the whirling jewels staring across at him. Later, he would be somewhat surprised that he didn’t immediately notice the color or sex of his lifepartner, but at the moment all that mattered was the feeling of calm and unfiltered love flowing through the newly established bond.

It felt as if he’d been alone his whole life and he was only just becoming aware of it. He’d had friends, family, a good trade, and even girls, but leaving them behind had never been too difficult. All he had ever done was look forward, forward, forward, scrambling for the next thing on the horizon, and here he had stumbled over the present, and his name was Arjikith.

Kazairl. Why are you standing there like a lump? Your Arjikith is waiting for oil and food.

Kazairl’s face cracked into an expression of awe and amazement as the rainbow hues of the brown’s eyes faded to a steady and bright blue and the Impression ended. “I’m the lump?” he called back, too mentally unsteady and unfamiliar with the new bond to speak mentally. His voice cracked as he spoke and he started for the frail dragonet, no longer remotely mindful of the burning on his feet. He sagged to his knees and for a few moments embraced Arjikith around the neck. “You’re the lump, and you’re amazing.”

I know, the brown answered smugly, then took on a more suggestive tone. I am hungry too…

Kazairl laughed quietly and helped the brown stand. Small for his color, Kazairl could likely have carried the dragon to the bowls, but after a minute of insistent arguing he convinced the dragon to only lean against him as they made their way to the food. Arjikith leaned heavily, as if he resenting having to carry one ounce of his own weightm, but collapsed heavily and happily once more once they made it to the meat bowls.

Zeren stifled a laugh at the lazy brown, he seemed determined to get His to come to him but without speaking to him and making Impression. He looked up at the greens that flanked the brown and smiled, they looked like little green bookends.

When the Brown Impressed and moved off towards the tables, his eyes stayed on the greens, watching to see what they were going to do. Already this clutch had his stomach jumping in several different ways.

Cyrci saw the Silent egg green stop and paused in her constant scanning of the eggs to watch the creature carefully clean herself off. Almost as if trying to make herself a bit more presentable to her rider. Grinning the girl shrugged her shoulders. Looked like that was one green down and two to go as the Gritted teeth still stalked amongst the girls and the other green still trailed along the boys.

She was doing her best now to stop glancing nervously over at the little black egg. If it didn't hatch the Weyrwoman would help it right? I mean that's what she'd been told. Turning she faced the remaining eggs and settled in to wait.

Seyari paused in his congratulations of the new Brown rider as he heard something in his head. His heart gave a little leap, as his head turned toward the green that was... talking to him.

Seyari. Please come to me. Your Lownth does not wish to be alone.

He pushed past the other boys to get to his beloved one, his completion. Dropping to his knees, he wrapped his arms around his partner, and buried his head in her hide, feeling what could only be pure joy.

" I'm here. I'm here. You're not alone anymore."

He stayed like that, humming the tune he'd sang to her in the egg, nuzzling her for a moment before she quietly looked over toward the meat tables and other dragons.

Mine.... I'm a little hungry...

Seyari got to his feet quickly, gasping with realization. "Right! Right, food! Food, of course, food. Come on... we'll get you fed."

He started off toward the meat tables, Lownth following quietly after him, trying not to appear too enthusiastic. However, when they actually got there, the way she devoured the meat that was handed to her told quite otherwise. She would also like to be oiled, but that could wait until later, until after her stomach was filled.

"I'd love to meet her," Adi replied, honestly excited. M'cel was nice - and fun - even if he was a little old (in the eyes of a teenager, anyway). He said Anneke was like him, and if that was true, then she was awesome! She beamed at the pat, ever a fan of pretty much any friendly physical contact.

"Yeah, we probably are," she agreed then, chuckling. "But who's gonna blame two little blueriders for a rowdy blackrider?" As they talked, she kept her peripheral attention on the Sands, watching more dragons hatch and go off with their riders. That had been her and Maz, not so long ago at all now.