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Wykla had seen Jarest Impress, but had been unable to catch his attention before now. Seeing him glance in her direction, she flashed a quick thumbs up in congratulations. She made a note to go over later and speak with him.

The Weyrwoman's voice ringing out made her look over. Three dud eggs? She wondered about that a moment and watched the remaining candidates gather around. A wish of good luck was sent their way.

Kameth was rather bored with the whole thing. He flared his over sized wings slightly then looked at His. Mine, we should try flying after this is over and I'm fed.

Sure, we'll go flying after..... wait. Wykla blinked and looked at her blue. "What? You can't go flying now. You're not even grown yet Kameth. You need to build stamina first." Kameth sighed.

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Wykla smiled. "Nice to meet you Adi." She blushed, "I donno how it happened, but you're right. They are handsome."

Anya moved up with the others as the first of the unhatched eggs were helped along the way, she inwardly hoped that they wouldn't be duds - she wasn't completely heartless after all, at least not towards dragons and her fellow weyrborn.

Ah but it was a crimson! and from the little buried egg to boot, she'd wondered briefly about that one earlier..and it was good to see a healthy dragonet hatch from it.

The green had Impressed, and the Weyrwoman was moving out to crack open the three remaining eggs. It was still to be seen if they were Atypicals or duds, but Andeon held his breath and hoped for the former. Even if none of them chose him, he would hate to see Malvren lose another egg. Especially after the brown.

A smile came across his face as the crimson spilled out onto the Sands. What fortune, that they would see a dragon who might someday produce a clutch of her own after all. He turned his head to where the big Benden bronze was watching, searching for his rider. He was curious what the bronzerider would think. What a Benden man would think of his dragon fathering a Crimson, especially after the incident at Trine.

A crimson---so sweet looking, you had a wonderful brother, a handsome brown, find Yours unlike your wonderful kind brother. You deserve the best, you are a crimson of this Weyr.

Ashmere smiled a light fangish grin, at least her friend Wykla had found Theirs. For that she would be happy.

The rest of the hatching went rather smoothly, though it was interesting to note the amount of dragonets that were gravitating toward the girls. Even the newly opened crimson went straight to their lines. Would Zeren find His this clutch in either of the last two eggs?

Kaikuth was less concerned with the female to male rider ratio and was more interested in her siblings all gathering at the meat tables. Mine! Let us go visit my brothers! She didn't wait for a response from Hers and hurried over to the blue trio. Brothers! she greeted happily, giving them each a playful nudge in turn. You're all so slow~! Glad you found Yours. The green grinned very widely at the three, glad for her siblings. Even the depressed one.

Somehow Azuran almost had a sense of de ja vu from when he had first gotten Drakell as he awkwardly followed his green over to the new female riders. He hadn't really interacted much at all with his fellow Candidates this past turn. "Hello," he greeted with a polite smile, shoving aside his own social awkwardness for the time being. "Congrats to you three as well."

Mercy watched as the poor crimson struggled to figure out how all her limbs worked - she wanted to go and help the poor creature but fear doing so would only interfere with her ability to find her's..something she obviously did not want to be a part of - especially given how much effort the poor brown had gone through to unearth her in the first place. So she stood still and merely wrung her hands and hoped that the pretty red dragonet would impress.

"Poor little thing," Nayetuel commented under his breath, watching the Crimson stumble after her trot and wind up all twisted around on the sand. She looked entirely confused by her position, and he had to work to stifle the urge to help her sort herself out. But they weren't supposed to approach the babies, and she'd headed toward the girls anyway- surely she'd call out to Hers, if she needed help? He hoped that there was a match for her- after the Brown that had unearthed her egg had vanished, it would be too much if she flickered away as well.