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The bronze and brown impressed almost att the same instant and Mercy was happy they had found theirs but her own chances were growing slimmer by the second with only three unhatched eggs left and none of them moving. Of course there was also the gold - but...that was almost to much to hope for.

Lothan watched as the blue found His and the green Hers; with each hatchling who Impressed, he grew tenser, hope and nerves curling his stomach into a tight knot. The hatchilngs would Impress, and some Candidates would be left standing, but he hoped. There were yet the bronze and the brown. Loth shot a glance at Ther - maybe it'd happen after all.

The young dragons seemed to confer, and - was that him the brown had looked at? Lothan held his breath as the brown dipped his head gracefully.

And then an insistent nose was shoving into his belly. You are Mine and I am your Capeth. I am hungry, feed me?

Lothan breathed a deep sigh of relief and joy, briefly unable to find words; there was Capeth -- HIS Capeth -- here with him, always with him -- and wow, hungry. He could feel that too, and though Capeth was too dignified to demand, his inquiry held that strength.

"Yeah. Yes. Let's go feed you," the words tumbled out. Capeth walked with him, head against his side, so very pleased with himself. Loth kept his hand on Capeth's head, stroking his ridges, still stunned by his incredible luck.

The brown went straight for Lothan! Part of their childhood dream had been completed...but the bronze? Well, he'd found his, and it was a different guy. It would have been very un-manly of Ther to be openly upset about it, but he couldn't help feeling a little down.

His chances for Impressing now were slim, a Gold Queen (definitely not his) and some eggs that might be duds....or may hold Atypicals. For the first time, he thought about the Atypes as a partner, a mount, a companion. What would it be like to have one as his?

Seeing her siblings suitably Impressed, the gold stopped before the line of girls and appraised them with a cold sort of efficiency. One by one, she dismissed them. Where was Hers? She was here… the gold was certain of that.

Tearing attention away from Loth who was quickly retreating with his new life partner, Inaari realized that the bronze had indeed Impressed, shattering her prediction for the boy at her side. But it wasn't over yet, there was no way all those eggs were duds! Another supportive squeeze and a light hip bump reassured Therion that she still had faith in him.

For herself, her nerves were rising as the queen hatchling traveled down the line of girls. Some of them were clustered together, but of course moved out of the way so that the little one could see them all. Impressing a queen was every girl's dream. But you never interfered with her finding Hers, she might then go between and that on your conscience? Unthinkable!

Perhaps it was because of their oblivious natures that both Tie and Filanth hadn't noticed what else was going on out on the sands. Last the young girl could recall there'd been fighting blues and a green, yet those dragons had all long since joined her at the tables with bellies full. Another blue had hatched, another green, and then the Bronze and the Brown. The Queen was still going, seeing as she appeared to be the only one left, and Filanth snorted at her actions.

She's wasting her time, but let her choose well.

The comment wasn't meant to be harsh and it certainly wasn't, so Tie shrugged it off. Anything else past this point was unimportant to the pair, not nearly as needed as trying to get Filanth full. If memory served Tie was supposed to keep feeding her until that physical ache of hunger they shared was gone, replaced by itchy skin and a need to sleep. The mental hunger could stay for a while, dragonets always had bigger eyes than actual stomachs, so it was up to Tie to keep her partner in check.

How...how is that?

Good. I am full now, and lying down. You can lay on me if you want, I like the way you smell.

It was refreshing to hear someone tell Tie she smelt nice....but then again, it was her own dragon. What to do!

Zeren watched with abstracted attention as the gold went on her way through the girls, in the back of his mind, somewhere, he hoped that the girl as strong, since the little queen definitly has her own mind, and in rising, would probably need controlling. He turned his gaze to the three unhatched eggs, wondering whether they contains hatchlings, or were truly Dud eggs.

Well, served him right for letting his attention get diverted from the bronze. Next thing he knew, there was a large dragony snout being shoved into his stomach - which didn't hurt, per se, but it was definitely not something that you could ignore. He was just about to apologize and step out of the way, when something kind of weird happened.

He started hearing the dragon.

Your Pioth is with you now, Mine. Let’s go far!

As far as First Telepathy Moments go, buhwhaaaaaa? probably isn't the worst possible message... well, no, far from it... but it's pretty far down there. Certainly not earning any eloquence points yet. Fortunately, Pioth just seemed amused. Lucky for him, that he'd Impressed a pretty relaxed one. The bronze hatchling nudged at him again, gently but firmly, as if to confirm what he'd said.

It hadn't quite sunk in yet that he'd... he'd Impressed. Not only that, but a bronze. The quiet, noble presence that he'd almost passed over, not thinking that he could possibly - Of course you could. Dragons always choose correctly. Come on, Mine, I am hungry and you should meet Capeth's.

"Right!" A grin was creeping inevitably over his features, and somehow he suspected that it wouldn't stop anytime soon. His hand settled on Pioth's eyeridges, and his dragon (his dragon!) crooned in reply. S'dekai could feel Pioth's hunger, and the two turned towards the feeding tables together.

Was he still curious about the fate of the gold and the last few eggs? Absolutely. Did he have bigger things to worry about right now? Very yes. For once, he wasn't going to let anyone or anything else distract him from this perfect moment.