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Apparently finished with causing trouble for now Damaged Eardrums and Look Before You Leap trotted along towards the candidates. At the edge of the several person deep semi circle they split apart, one jogging along one side of the semi circle and one on the other.

Damaged Eardrums passed by Carltis who stood right at the front of the semi circle and smacked him on the knee with a wing as he passed. He reached the end of the curve without pause or incident other than that however, and Look Before You Leap met him there. They exchanged glances and wing shrugs before parting again. Look Before You Leap started to pad slowly down the other side of the semi circle, but it seemed Damaged Eardrums had other ideas; he was heading towards the healers and their table.

Without apology he placed his forefeet up on the edge of the table and dropped his piece of eggshell, presumably for safe-keeping. He then sniffed carefully at everything up there. When he got to the numbweed he snorted, coughed, and dropped back down onto all fours; not good!... Oh, but what was this? Fascinated by the strange item he trotted up to an older human with bright red hair. The human backed up. He followed him. The human backed up again, brows knitting and lips pursing into a flat line. As this wasn't having the desired effect - namely getting hold of the unfamiliar thing he wanted - Damaged Eardrums turned to saunter away casually. After a few paces he wheeled around and dived forward, catching the strange item in his teeth and yanking it out of the human's hand. Before the man could do more than give a shout of objection he was bounding away across the sands, glee at his victory turning his eyes bright blue. He totally ignored the cry that followed him.

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[Bereck]

Good; it looked as if the pair of blues were finally settling down to Impressing. "About time too," Bereck muttered under his breath as they trotted along the ranks of candidates. As neither seemed to find what they were looking for he assumed they would swap sides, but only the spotted one of the pair took the side of the semi circle he hadn't covered. The dark and vivid hatchling on the other hand was moving towards him... or to be more accurate, probably, was moving towards one of the apprentices. Bereck looked thoughtfully at Cai as the dragon arrived and put his feet up on the supplies table. Anyone else who had done that would have got a sharp word, but unbonded dragons had to be left to their own devices so he bit down on the reprimand before he could voice it.

Maybe he should have voiced it; now the dragon was after him of all people!

Bereck backed off, frowning down at the blue; he was already bonded, and very much too old even if he hadn't been! The dragon followed. He backed up more and then, mercifully, it seemed to give up. Just as he started to relax the small stocky dragon spun around and with blinding speed sprang forward to tear his cane out of his hand.

"Hey!" The blue spun around again and took off. "I need that, come back you little brat!" He was not impressed, not in the least! "Children!" he exclaimed in disgust, dropping his weight onto his right hip to save the left leg and glowering after the retreating hatchling.

"Dad!" It was out of Aleck's mouth before he knew it, and didn't he feel a bit silly when his father righted himself just after that needlessly alarmed outburst? It was the leap and the bound, the unbonded blue's focus on the still-healing healer; as a weyrbrat who'd been half-raised by Berath, Aleck had witnessed the damage young hatchlings were capable of at many of a Hatching, and he could read the signs - so why shout now, when the blue wasn't aggressive, just playful?

Wykla greeted each new pair that passed on their way to the feeding tables. She shook her head at the blue who stole the healer's cane. Someone was going to have to keep a close eye on that boy. He was going to be a handful for his rider.

As the Pacifist dragon stalked towards His, Darsha caught a better glimpse of his hide in the light. Not a black after all, but a very handsome brown. And he impressed quickly, too! She did find a full smile for that pairing, since she knew that as a girl, she would never impress a brown or a bronze. Those were boy's dragons.

The Damaged Eardrums blue seemed to have caught the scent of His, as well. Darsha looked at the remaining eggs on the sand. Four... only four eggs, and so many candidates left standing. She swallowed against her tightening throat. Hers was here... had to be here! The lack of motion from three of the eggs concerned her. She had heard stories about riders having to break open eggs, as well as the tragedies of dud eggs. She hoped that it was only that the dragons still inside were atypical and needed a little help.

Torin couldn't help the amusement that came from the two blues and their antics. Well more like the bigger blue's antics, the smaller one seemed to be unimpressed. Still, it was fun to watch, even when he had crawled on top of another egg. Whoever Impressed to that one would end up with a hand full for sure. A wry grin tugged at his lips as he finally dragged his eyes away to see what the green was up to. Ah, steadily making her way down the line of candidates. She would only take the best it seemed. Torin couldn't help but approve. Even if the dragons usually always chose the one just right for them.

And then she was slowing. Had she found hers? Of course, that's when he noticed she had come to a stop in front of him. She was looking at him. Eyes widened as he felt that brush in his mind; the mind that was just realizing what that rainbow gaze meant. Oh. Ohh. Him? Really?

Torin. You are the one I felt before... and are the one I choose. I am Oishyth. Come now; I shall feed, and we shall talk. Oishyth. His Oishyth. A bright grin shone from his face and he nodded quickly. "Of course." Whatever she wanted. Leading his dragon, shards he'd have to get used to that, Torin headed towards the rest of the newly Impressed. Ah, it was T'rin now, huh? So much to get used to. We will be fine. The future holds much for us. Does it now? The present was active enough, but with Oishyth around now things would certainly change.

[Alina]

She'd been paying attention to Aleck, not to little dragons going slamming through the crowd like a mad man. The Starcrafter didn't harbor any 'maternal' sort of urges towards the boy but, still, he looked like her and Bereck adored him, he seemed an alright sort. It wouldn't do for him to panic, even if she wanted to hide away from him until the end of time if only so he didn't dislike her more.

Not paying attention meant cane to the thigh. It hit high and hard on the inside of her leg (and thank goodness she wasn't a man). Alina yelped, a whole slew of rough and inappropriate words leaving her as her leg spiked with pain and her hand clasped over the area.

She bit down hard on her lower lip, eyes squeezing shut and squeezing, as if it would help anyway. Shards. Shells. Ow. The dragon stopped (or at least the cries of pain subsided) and Alina squinted an eye open to see... Aleck. Aleck with a dragon on his belt.

... oooh, Ber was going to flip his lid.

Darsha remembered the Circles Within Circles egg well, and smiled at the little green who emerged from it. Such a lovely little thing! As she was hatching, two more Impressions took place and Darsha found her chest tightening again. There was the pretty Circles green on the sands, and three eggs that had yet to so much as twitch. Were they duds? Was there only this lone little green left? And what about the stolen eggs? Darsha shuddered a little bit. This was not how she had expected things to go. She had come onto the sands with such high expectations, and those were quickly dwindling. Still, she mustered up the last bit of optimism she possessed in the moment. Surely all three couldn't be duds. They would crack them open soon, and then everyone would find out just what waited in those last little eggs.

[Wen]
Wen was starting to regret taking of his sandals. The sand was hot, obviously, he knew that when he took them off. Atlini was a port hold and hot sand was a norm, standing still in hot sand and watching dragons pass him by was not. He was not going to put the sandals back on, even if his feet were getting a tad red and uncomfortable. He moved better and quieter in bare feet or in the thin black slipper.

Egg moving. The creamy shell was starting to break, tossing off the merry little blue and was that a dark tail? It couldn't be a black, the weight ratio to shell was all wrong considering how long it took the playful blue to break out his sibling. The dark dragon was not in a hurry, unlike the other blue.

A other impression, it was a trend among the blues to pick male candidate it seemed. He gave a simple not to the pair and watched the dark large hatching move, a bronze or brown perhaps? Just really, really dark? Puppies and foals all looked darker when they were newly born so it could be the same with the dragon searching for his.

It seemed that he wasn't the only one that would have a problem with thievery. A cane was likely a lot easier to return then flit eggs. Wen smiled slightly, watching the blue race around the healer's cane. It wasn't like the blue meant it to be mean after all. Curious and proud and it was a brown.

Somewhat dried off and spreading his wings, it was very clearly a brindle looking brown. A other of Sunnath's eggs had started to move and the blues were still running about the sands.

A other green, much of the two clutches had been green all gorgeous but only one had impressed to a male and there still were plenty of female candidates out there. She likely would go there. Wen turned his eyes to the blues, watching one of them bolt into the stands? He had heard of stand impressions, but to witness one was different. The tiny little blue with the dark spots seemed to have found his as well.

Which left the rather still little eggs. He had not touched the cloudy gray egg, and the jagged gray egg was not a favorite. Wen did not wish the jagged gray one any harm, but he was wary of it and the hatchling it harbored. The fact the bright orange egg hadn't hatched was worrying. It had been trying to hard when he had touched it.