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Silence is Golden Egg – Dorath's second gold and, judging by its size compared to the rest of its clutch, this won't be another Telgar Incident. It gives off a feeling of energy and excitement, but also a distinct aura of gentleness. They need not fear the gold inside this egg, for she will do them no harm when she hatches. Unlike some eggs, this one doesn't seem to mind being touched by either gender.

Mask in the Dark Egg – Brown Brath to Zacharai
This egg is the second biggest of the eggs after the Coffee 'n Cream Egg and it knows its place. It stands tall and proud with a clear feeling of attitude about it. Whether bronze or brown, nobody knows for sure, but male candidates especially will find this egg to be the spunkiest of the clutch. Whoever gets the dragon inside is in for some trouble!

Koi Pond Egg - Green Aceth to Soril
A dainty, pretty little egg, the Koi Pond Egg seems to enjoy the touch of the Mask in the Dark egg. Though not nearly as spunky to the touch, candidates will feel an innate curiousity. Perhaps a want for adventure that the Mask in the Dark Egg dragonet is going to provide?

Broken Heart Egg – Blue Staff Custom
This egg leans up against the Multiberries Egg, almost like the two are bumping fists. It's clear this egg just wants to have fun and has almost made a habit out of wiggling suddenly when touched just to play around with the candidates. Even though it seems to like its neighbour, there is an underlying feeling of competiveness. Best friends and rivals?

Multiberries Egg – Blue Staff Custom
This egg leans up against the Broken Heart Egg, almost like the two are bumping fists. A little more stand-offish when compared to its brightly coloured neighbour, it seems a little more selective about those who touch it. When it doesn't like you, you'll know it. The dragonet inside clearly doesn't mess around.

Coffee 'n Cream Egg - Brown Sharmanyth to Gylren
A surprisingly large egg, the Coffee 'n Cream is a fairly light, creamy brown with some darker, rusty-coloured splotches placed attractively across its shell. It looks extremely heavy, and is standing straight and tall at the front of the clutch, almost as if it's trying to protect the majority of its clutchmates.

Grassy Nook Egg – Blue Bayeth to Delilah
Hiding behind the Coffee 'n Cream Egg, the Grassy Nook egg almost seems to cringe away from contact. It's not that it doesn't seem friendly, and it's certainly not angry. Rather, the egg seems to be a little scared, if that's at all possible for an egg. It's a little egg, probably holding a blue or a green.

Delicious Cookie Egg – Green Perditith to Lala
This egg just wants to have fun! Though it's leaning away from its clutchmates it doesn't seem to dislike them at all. Instead, it feels a little playful, with an undertone of fidgety energy that seems to radiate from the egg. This one definitely wants to hatch, perhaps even before its time!

Darkest Before Dawn Egg – At first glance, there's nothing special about this egg. It's about the size of a blue and doesn't seem to give off any notable feelings to the candidates who touch it. Perhaps it's a shy dragon? Or maybe it just has nothing to say. What is peculiar is the way it leans up against the gold egg, touching its tip gently against the large egg. What could this mean?

Earthy Stains Egg – Green Cusith to Naia
This egg is… well, unnerving of a better description. Instead of getting a read on the dragon inside, it's almost if the dragon is getting a read on the candidates touching it! Touching this one gives a definite feeling of being appraised, quietly, but appraised nonetheless. Could it be judging each candidate's worth before it hatches?

Curled Leaf Egg – Green Salth to Iden
Right in the middle of the clutch, the Curled Leaf Egg sits just slightly to one side, almost as though cocking one leg and resting. Touching this egg gives a feeling of quiet indifference, as though the dragonet inside isn't willing to pass judgement on those touching it so soon. Compared with some of its clutchmates, the egg is rather mellow.

Lala and the other candidates had been hurried through their dressing, the tall, lean young woman was draped in yards of white fabric and then pushed out onto the sands, their heat burning through the soles of her shoes. Her long hair had been pulled back into twin braids, though she hadn't had time to grab her head kercheif to keep the shorter hairs around her face out of her gray eyes.

Her normally heavily lidded eyes were wide open today as the nineteen year old looked around her. There were so many people here today. More people in one place than Lauretia had ever seen together in all of her years as a trader. Then again, she never really got invited to big events at the holds they visited. Apparently a Hatching brought in more visitors than most gathers. Lala could feel a headache growing in her temples with all the noise of the people and the humming of the dragons. For a moment, she wished she was a hundred miles away on the back of her faithful runner, just her and the wide blue sky as she scouted the path ahead of their trading caravan. Out there there was only the sound of the wind and the pounding of her runner's hooves.

Lala was brought out of her wish, though, when the humming increased, and her eyes were drawn back to the shaking eggs, which seemed to shake more and more with every passing minute.

Time, Rath announced, addressing his rider calmly even as he took up the humming.

"As if the humming wasn't enough of an indication," the dark-skinned retiree muttered.

Will we watch now that your grandson has Impressed? the brown asked. I would like to see it. We have watched every hatching since mine, I think.

"We have," A'ram agreed. "I watched a few more than that, even. So, by all means, let us watch this one. I will meet you there."

The brown took off from his ledge and found his place among the watching dragons while rider made his way more slowly to the hatching grounds. Once he reached the stands, A'ram didn't go too far. The tiers were difficult for him to ascend and descend, and so he opted not to deal with them. He could watch just as well from higher up.

...shardit. Just about to eat when the dragons began their humming, Fellendar knew exactly what this meant. He'd stood twice before, he knew the drill by now. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't cringing as Jilis bellowed, somehow outdoing even the chorus of dragons. The youth couldn't help the surge of excitement, starting in his stomach and slowly working its way across his limbs. His entire body tingled, from his fingertips to his toes. Getting into the flowing robe was hard enough on his own, but-

"SHARDIT CLOUD!" Fell swatted at the buzzing blue irritably. The lighter of his blue flits soared overhead, trumpeting loudly as the candidates quickly changed. Rain, on the other hand, was sitting quietly nearby, watching his boy with a steady curiosity. Neither had been around long enough to witness the event before, though Fellendar thought it was obvious which one has handling it better. "Okay. Cloud. Rain. Stay here."

He took a step back, huffing softly when Cloud buzzed after him. "No. Stay." He pointed at Rain. "Stay with him. I'll be right back."

Fellendar took a few more steps, and Cloud leapt forward again, screeching as he dived for Fell's head. "NO. CLOUD. NO. STAY." He held both hands up. "Stay. Stay." And just when it looked like the young firelizard might understand, the former Harper made a wild dash for the Hatching Sands. He arrived out of breath, stumbling over his bow to Dorath before he took his place with the males. This time, however, he stood on his toes and began to watch the female candidates. Where was Roni?

The Mask in the Dark Egg's wiggles begin to escalate, causing the egg to rock back and forth as it struggles to get out. Two rocks and a well-placed wiggle later the egg cracks and the dragon emerges. A brown! And a rather motley looking fellow at that!

If dragons could grin, this one definitely would be as he makes his way around his clutchmates towards the group of boys. On the way, he seems unable to resist bumping his snout against a few of the eggs. He almost succeeds in nudging the Multiberries Egg right onto its side before a warning rumble from Dorath stops him.

Judging by the soft noises coming from the brown he seems to be laughing as he trots away from the eggs, whirling blue eyes now focused on the gathered boys. Who was His?

Veyes slipped onto the sands looking over at the gold and following what he had learned at the other Weyr, he made sure to pay his respects to her right away. Fortunately, this time he was quick to get into gear and had been able to work his way into his robes quickly without incident. He prayed that bad luck would not have followed him to this Weyr.

As he looked at the across the sands at the eggs, he sort of wondered what to expect. He could guess at colors to pass the time at least it would keep his mind focused for a bit. At least, the gold egg was easily identifiable. He smiled a little thinking it would be funny if the gold chose a man. Of course, she wouldn't but he always played around with stories in his imaginary world when things unsettled him. Hatchings made him a little nervous since his days at Ista.

Every time he had been on the sands at Ista, things had always gone poorly and well since he had arrived here, this Gold and rider had lost their Weyrleader. He guessed by things he had heard they might have been close but well he never really met the Weyrleader. At least, that hadn't been his bad luck....but...still the plague was a terrifying thing in itself.

Refocusing back on the eggs...Each egg was another opportunity that caused his mind to wander again and dream about possibilities of the future mixed with the ideas of what he could do if he were a rider. But he had to snap out of it because he didn't want to be blindsided by a wayward hatchling. Even as his eyes studied the eggs and the brown dragonet that was now walking across the sands; he crossed his fingers. Would his match finally be among these?

Had been relaxing in his cot when the shout came making him jerk up with a start and abruptly smack his head on the low shelf. Damnit Jilis, what a pain in the a**, and the head. Although when he tuned in enough to actually listen the enanimity felt for the grumpy old man quickly faded. Ohh the hatching. What he was here for and the small hope that had mended his shattered dreams just a little and given him a direction. He quickly jumped up and pulled on the robe, before pausing and looking down at himself with a sour expression. With his long hair it made him look like a women. But well if anyone was going to wear a man dress it might as well be him, after all...he could work it. He tied the simple cloth belt round his waist to hold the thing together and slipped into the sandals for the sands.

Hot sands and open toed shoes? Who's bright idea was that? If he ever found out he would sure to drop a lump of firestone on their heads to test if it was empty as he suspected. Smoothing the robe over his hips he found that he looked pretty presentable and joined the thong of other candidates onto the sands. It was his first hatching, but from the way he acted you would have guessed it was his third, forth or even fifth. He followed the crowd somehow creating hiw own space in the mass, bowing to the queen as he entered and taking a good post at the front of the boys and slightly to the side, eyes glancing around the rest of the people gathered cool as the peeks of the high reaches mountains.

Not that he hadn't taken some harper teachings aboard and his training was sure to try and grasp even the smallest details for mental storage. Plus such observations were very useful for flashing a dazzling charming smile at any girl or boy he caught looking his way, he even tossed in a wink to the best looking. How he pulled this off without looking incredibly corny is another one of those small mysteries of life that will likely never be solved but in the end, as soon as the eggs started to show real activity his eyes were right back on them.

Like all the rest he was still only here for one reason, the dragons that would grant them passage into the world of riders.

And then. crack! The first egg had hatched and out tumbled a brown, a small pang of disappoint would no doubt be felt by some that he wasn't a bronze which was a good omen for a hatching but the cheery little face and rumbled laughter instantly put the small inner quake that trembled Efrains heart a little more at ease. It was a very good start in his eyes.