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Ah and there was the big menace off of the sands, Impressed to one of the younger candidates. Cai had no need for envy. He was a fine blue, but they were somewhat glad the oaf hadn't Impressed them or Jemi. Movement from the clutch drew their eye past the sharp looking green as a new dragonet was revealed. Well that flies in the face of all of Cai's doubts. A frown twisted their lips as the bestial bronze oozed out from among the clutch. "I hate being wrong." Cai muttered quietly to Jemi.

What egg had spawned this creature...Cai was unsure but the aura it exuded made the small hairs on the back of their neck stand on edge. The large blue who had had them so concerned only moments ago looked like nothing compared to the potential threat the bronze posed.

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"Well that answers your question right quick it does!" Ja'line exclaimed, pointing and whistling down at the sands below them. Ja'line could only imagine the amount of marks that had just exchanged hands and regretted not betting a couple of her own on the possibility of a bronze.


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A bronze. Aioth's welcoming hum increased in volume as her eyes picked up speed, interest sparking a mild excitement in the green.

I can see that. Dianno leaned forward in his seat anyways. So a blue could sire a bronze? Does that mean that one could also potentially sire a gold? Maybe the clutch father had less to do with the color distribution of a clutch than had previously been thought, even in his own time! (Or especially in his own time). Well this will shake things up. Do they have any reasons left as to why greens and blue are the bottom of the pecking order?

Only numbers. Which is a terrible reason from any angle. The small green bobbed her head with enthusiasm.

"Yeah," Re'ka agreed with a grin, producing a couple of apples from one of her belt pouches and proffering one to M'ere. "I like her," she added.

Another Impression was made, the huge blue, and then there was really something for the crowd to converse in urgent whispers about. "Shards," Re'ka bit into her apple, "Should've put marks on that after all," she said around the mouthful. Oh well at least she hadn't bet against there being bronzes, no harm done. Taking her eyes off the dragons for a few moment Re'ka craned to look over at the High Stand, wondering what her wingmate's response to the appearance of a shiny dragon would be.

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Oh thank shells for that. Even if it was only this one, even if all the rest were green and blue, at least there was one bronze to placate the masses. C'tis relaxed a little and nodded to Cedeny. "Well that answers that question then." And had just won him a number of marks as well, of course he'd bet on there being a bronze in the mix. One bronze would be about normal for a clutch this size and maybe four or five browns? There were no browns at all so far but there was time still and if a bronze was possible then surely a brown was too right?

"And there is! Take that bronze riders." B'ren nearly came off his seat, radiating glee and cheerfully hugged both Ja'line and R'soua. "This is brilliant! It changes everything and that is awesome!"

Hazmath questioned and grinned as his rider suddenly cough and returned to his seat. He questioned, peering down at the hatching and grinned widely.

B'ren paused and groan, sinking. "Why didn't I place bets on this clutch?"

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Nash paused, taking in the bronze and the increase of gossip and noise in the stand and frowned. "Shouldn't it be expected that there would be a bronze? 32 eggs, a queen mother, both healthy?" He questioned, tone a tad confused.

Really, he didn't get why they were all fussing.

Sarai grinned, eyes bright and first made a bee-line for Ra’fe, rounded him up and then dragged him along to Vosin/Vesin and was that her little sib? Red heads, all around. She flopped down near, sprawled out in the seat and winked at whoever twin it was. “Decided you look lonely, so I rounded up friendly company,” she proclaimed and shoved an elbow into Ra’fe’s gut before giving a sigh. “So bronze it is. Good all around.”

Ra’fe nodded at Vosin and settled down again, amused even if he didn't show it but relaxed. His hair had been cut short, jaw length and he wore his wing with pride. “Have you been well?” He asked quietly, looking back towards the sands. Bronze, brown, things were getting shaken up and Ra’fe was rather okay with that. As long as it didn't end up in a fight.

(Sarai, she will not be contained)

Cai made a face at Jemi. "I still don't like it." They straightened and ran a hand over their short fuzz, sighing and watching the Debonair green inspect her bronze brother. Was she going to start a fight with him? But no... she left him alone to his own devices.

As with the blue from before, Cai held still as the green sauntered her way through the candidates and past themself and Jemi, cane still clasped in her jaws. Cai didn't remember it happening often but it was always strange to them when a hatchling took a fascination to a material object before Impression. Cai supposed it was why they were all dressed in matching clothing with no decorations or accessories. As few distractions as possible in the already chaotic climate of a Hatching. Cai had never really enjoyed children of any species though, who knew how they thought.

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"He is! Is she offering him the cane?"

Not as handsome as you. Page smiled as he shared a moment with his own bronze high above. Venaith shifted and raised his head proudly. The young bronze was a sight to behold in his dark way. Venaith was overall fair for a bronze, highly patterned in a myriad of shades running from his nose to his tailtip, but overall he gave off the impression of near-gold.

Issi began to squirm in Page's lap, her peaceful sleepiness finally giving way to the excitement of the day. She babbled in little grunts as she wriggled around Pagerell's fingers, pushing to be stroked and paid attention to or let go. "Issi hush." Page whispered, finding the spot between her wings that she loved being scratched soooo much.

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"Oooph!" Ja'line was half dragged out of her seat by B'ren's enthusiasm and it set her laughing as he turned the same to R'soua behind them.

Sanuyeth snorted and cast side eyes at Hazmath. No. Whatever question she answered was left open to interpretation.

“Hey, hey, watch it!” R’soua said, but accepted the hug with a grin - it could only be a semi-hug because of her position higher up in the stands, but she was happy for it. A bronze! Well, didn’t that just change… everything? A whole new world of possibilities seemed to be opening up before her, and she was suddenly fiercely glad that she lived now, and that she was young and strong and ready to shape this brilliant new age. “Shards, it does at that! What a time to be alive”

Kyoth kept his own counsel.

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“Redfruit!” M’ere cheerfully accepted, biting down with a heavy crunch, before peering wide-eyed over the red sphere. “Is that actually…? Well, shaff me” There wasn’t any reason why not, but… well, it still was a surprise. She wondered what it meant, as far as this could be said to mean anything.

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Cedeny raised her glass silently to C’tis with an arch of one eye-brow, inclining her head slightly. She didn’t like this, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be gracious.

Vosin and Tiaeth

She was watching the little bronze to see which way he'd go. He seems like a calm fellow. No antics, no posturing. He didn't give a flip who had noticed him or who hadn't. Vosin gave a chuckle as a green went to inspect her brother before turning back toward the candidates. What had that been all about? Who knew what hatchlings thought. Bronze was just standing there and green among the kids. Probably the green would Impress next.

While his rider was focused mainly on the bronze, Tiaeth was keeping an eye on the clutch as a whole. Look Vosin and Esre. A brown has made his appearance. That was good news for the clutch. All the babies look healthy. Tiaeth was pleased no matter what.

Her attention was forcibly drawn away from the hatching by a woman with man in tow making beeline for her and her siblings. Vos realized she'd been so intent that she'd been leaning forward. Now she relaxed back and leaned against the bronze leg behind her. "Ah we did? Well thanks for volunteering to be our company." Vos grinned in sympathy at the man.

"Handsome little fellow isn't he?" There did seem to be quite a bit of talking since the bronze had made his quiet appearance. Vos reached down for another meatroll then nodded to the two riders who'd joined them. "Esre brought meatrolls since the hatchlings decided we could all do without a hot breakfast. Would you care for one?"


Drudge Kialynka

Things were going quite calmly, the drudge noted. Only one girl had a bandage on her head that she could see. Which meant the silly wherries weren't lining themselves up in front of dragon claws. She smirked, then grabbed a full bucket off the table. Kia carried it down to the end of a table where a newly bonded green pair had stopped. She set it back on the table and pushed it over to the rider. It didn't stay calm for long. Two greens both decided they wanted the shiny prize and started a tug-o-war in the midst of the candidates. Would they move or be trampled?

Bereck was indeed not pleased about that.

He muttered something that might or might not have been rather rude under his breath.