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Mathyn realized that the blond young man and bronze were not bonded and glanced at the other guy beside in. In Candidate class they were all taught not to force an impression, that it wasn't possible. Were they acting like fools or just improving their chances? Personally Mathyn admired the other young men for stepping forward, little competitions were fine..but this was a life changing one.

Mathyn stepped forward to get a better view of the candidates faces. If one of them impresses this way, then I'll try it, but I'm not risking my neck on slim chances.

The blue was off the sands, and the bronze who had hatched first had still not chosen His. Instead, he seemed to be taking his time, as if being sure to pick the perfect boy to be his rider, and seemed not at all perturbed by the fact that the blue had Impressed before him. This was always a good sign -- obviously his rider was out there on the sands today. If he was not distressed, he would not jump between, and an accident free Hatching was always welcome. This set V'len's mind to rest a bit, his racing heart settling a bit in his chest as his eyes followed the blue off the sands before flickering to the other eggs. For the moment, the Euro Adder seemed safe.

Talis, however, knew nothing about the dangers of a Hatching, either for the Candidate or the Rider. She was blissfully unaware of the fact that she should have been holding her breath for the young dragonet, praying that he did not go between. Instead, she was watching the eggs with an unbridled excitement, going up on her toes to look over a particularly large girl and accidentally tripping forward a little, grabbing Mo's shoulders for support. Flushing a little, she grinned sheepishly, backing up a little so she did not intrude in her personal space.

"Sorry... that was dumb of me."

The last few of her words trailed off as she noticed a little excitement in the stands, her blue eyes flickering back towards the eggs. The bandybandy egg had taken this opportunity to wiggle a bit, the dragonet inside obviously trying to worm its way out from beneath the striped shell. Within a few minutes a green tumbled onto the sands, the momentum of her hatching sending her face first into the sand, her eyes whirling in confusion as she blinked at the candidates not a few feet before her. Creening curiously, she lifted her tail a little, the action making her look remarkably like a questionmark.

The Bronze still hadn’t chosen anyone. Apparently, he just wanted to torture them all or something. Evil, evil creature. No doubt, it would end up Impressing the mini version of Z’nal. Mal eyed the Bronze warily, suddenly wondering if maybe he really would Impress someone like Z’nal. Best to keep his distance from that little beastie too, then.

Although, really, what would be worse? Another Z’nal wandering about, or the Bronze going between because His wasn’t on the Sands? The thought gave Mal pause. It really was a conundrum. Mal couldn’t spell the word, but he certainly could spot it.

Thankfully, a perfect distraction hatched. Awwr… now that was just adorable. The little Green’s first action in this world was to promptly fall on her face. At least she didn’t seem hurt or annoyed by it. In fact, she simply looked curious. Awwwr… now how cute was that? Maybe it was too cute. It could be a trap.

Oh. the funny egg had turned out to be a little green.. Amusing to say the least. Notos broke out into a grin at its antics, taking care to allow himself only a chuckle. "That wasn't surprising though." Notos commented with a grin. His eyes were flicking back and forth between the bronze who had not picked his candidate yet.. and the little green. Her personality had shown when she was an egg, and she didn't disappoint now.

"I wonder who'll be bonded with that little darling?" he directed to kiriwar, taking his affectionate term to name the unknown green. A hand covered his mouth, looking away to keep his composure.

He wasn't worried about the bronze or the green. It didn't look as if they were distressed, and being excited only resulted in impatience. In short, Notos wasn't joining the league of boys that were excited for the bronze. He did entertain hopes though, typical of any candidate.

"I don't think I could ever be that patient," he spoke to the young men near him, "do you think he knows who his bonded is and he's just taking his time?" Mathyn smiled toward Notos and Kiriwar, their faces were familiar, but there were many candidates in the over crowded Weyr.

Mathyn found himself thrilled by the clumsier hatchlings, how ever do they grow up to become the giant graceful wonders? He wondered if his own bonded, if it ever graced the sands would come out clumsy or patient or angry and moody like others.

Nelioa had been watching the bronze for awhile, fearing for it when it had not yet impressed. It dawned on her after a moment that it wasnt panicing, only leasurly taking its time and fully serveying everyone. She smiled a little bit, he was doing just fine. Inwardly her mind began to wander as it often did, she wondered what it was like from the dragons point of view.

Just hatching, the world seeming so bright from being trapped in the egg for so long. All those staring faces, yes she would probably take her sweet time too, then again taking her sweet time was something she had worked hard to master anyway.

In her daydream Nelioa almost missed the little green plopping down on the sands. Her tail curving in such a manner made nelioa Giggle. She watched the green with intrest, would this little one be as slow going as the bronze? If all the dragonets shared that trait they would be waiting on the sands for a seven day!

He'd been entranced with the hatching thusfar- there was just something about the sight of young dragonets bonding to their riders that made his heart skip. And maybe, this time, his dragon would be out there- a soft laugh bubbled in his chest at the thought, and Anont turned his focus back to the sands. The next hatched- an adorable, confused little green. He couldn't help but laugh slightly and allow a grin to take his features, overall pleased by the timid little dragon. She'd find happiness with her rider; hopefully, the rider would love her just as much.

Everything had been going well thus far, after all- the blue that had Impressed seemed pleased with his rider, and the rider with dragon. It hadn't been himself, or anyone he knew, but Anont could still be happy for the pair.

Oh, right. His friends! Taking a moment to take his gaze off the green, Anont turned to scan the crowd for a familiar face- anyone he recognized. At the sight of Kiriwar, he couldn't help but raise a hand, giving a quiet wave to the other. The best of luck to the both of them, then! Certainly, Kiriwar would Impress- his friend was too kind not to find his dragon on the sands.

...Which he ought to focus on, if he was being honest with himself. Turning back to the green once more, he watched with bright eyes, curious to know what would become of the little one.