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[Wen]
That was different. Wen watched the green brush passed him and impress on a rather tall male candidate. He nodded slightly, glancing up and then back to the blues still walking about the sand. He couldn't see any of the other six eggs moving.

As Damaged Eardrums and Look Before You Leap neared the candidates, the Head First egg rocked and twitched a few times before cracking open to reveal a blue. For the most part he was a lovely refined shade of cobalt blue, but with darker feet, and icy blue wingsails. Shaking himself he looked around, eyes whirling first green and then bright orange as he stepped on a shard of his shell. Hissing loudly he jumped backwards and snapped his teeth at the offending fragment before freezing and looking around again.

He looked back from one edge of the candidate line to the other just in time to see Damaged Eardrums trotting up, and was treated to one of the stocky blue's earsplitting calls.

Snorting displeasure and shaking his head to clear it Head First set off at a swift trot for the gaggle of candidates. Damaged Eardrums meanwhile seemed to have decided he needed a better vantage point. The best vantage point available was the Pacifist Egg, currently lying on its side. After eyeing it up for a few moments the vividly coloured hatchling jumped right up on top of the creamy spotted shell and called down to Look Before You Leap, who had stopped half way between the arch and the egg his brother was now standing on.

'Look at me!' Damaged Eardrums seemed to call.

'Oh dear.' Look Before You Leap seemed to sigh. As Damaged Eardrums skittered on to of the Pacifist Egg, struggling to keep his balance, the miniature spotted blue smacked a forepaw to his eyes. Oh dear; indeed.

Zarike laughed. "Now THAT is funny." He exclaimed from his own perch, leaning on his stomach over the railing of the Stands. Orlina might like that one! Zarike didn't quite understand the mechanics of Impression yet but he knew it was something to do with personalities. Orlina was fun. That dragon looked like fun. Made sense to him.

Zarike would have loved him. Zarike loved just about every dragon he met though. It would be great when he was a rider! He didn't care what color he rode. He'd and his partner would be amazing. They'd fight Thread and Revolutionists and fly all over Pern. He could visit Landing! Maybe take his dad there too. Zarike was sure his dad would love to visit Landing!

“ Just choose already.”

Nyasa muttered under her breath as she watched the obnoxious Blue. He’d have to have one heck of a rider if he was to shape up into a respectable dragon., and that still seemed highly unlikely. She just wished the creature would just move along so she could attempt to enjoy the rest of the rest of the Hatching. After all, there were two other Blues on the sands that seemed more civilized that their brother.

Roscoe jumped a bit as the egg beneath the blue collapsed, what a rude awakening to life! At least the hatchling within seemed to be unharmed..he didn't even look mad at the way he'd been brought into the world...a pity that he looked to be a black, though he'd always heard that they were small and weak and this one didn't look all that small..but then what did he know? He'd never actually seen an Atypical hatchling born, perhaps the weakness wasn't as apparent as he'd originally thought.

That did sort of nix his plans to run off before they started breaking eggs open with shovels though - he'd heard rumors that that was how they did it, rather undignified but whatever - he couldn't exactly run off when the Hatchlings themselves insisted on busting up each others eggs. For a few moments he wonders how Kindra was taking Sunnath birthing a black and he glanced at her to see her reaction before looking back to the eggs and hatchlings, willing the confident looking black to heard for the girls.

Cai
(Tag Bereck)

"Master Bereck?" Cai frowned at the newest addition to the Sands. "At Benden hatchlings never shattered the egg of an atypical... And that is a very large black if I'm not mistaken." It may not have been phrased as such but there was a questioning alarm in her tone.

[Bereck - Tag Cai]

Bereck pursed his lips and peered across the sands. "No," he shook his head, speaking softly to the young healer beside him. "It's far too big. In general I would expect more force to be required to hatch a black too; the blue's weight spread across four feet shouldn't have been enough.... It does look remarkably black though, doesn't it? Bear in mind however that it's wet, covered in albumen, and that will make it appear darker than it is. Still," the healer shrugged, "I may be wrong but my marks are on a brown or perhaps a blue, metaphorically speaking anyway. We shall just have to wait and see whether I'm right or wrong."