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“Hurry uuuup, silly!” Gabriel exclaimed, dragging Farellen along by the hand. “I wanna see the eggs!”

Certainly, the teen had gone to look several times before, but most times the mother dragons were hovering so protectively over their clutches that she couldn’t see all of them. She was hoping they might have better luck positioning themselves in the stands this time. (She didn’t dare try to enter the Sands themselves. Brakiath and Alumanth were likely to bite her head off if she were to get too near the eggs before the official Touching-- not to mention the scolding she’d get from Candidate Master and anyone else in charge.) It was just too exciting to think that their dragons might very well be growing in one of those eggs down below.

As they made their way into the stands, Gabriel spotted that Benden not too far off, also looking over the clutch. “I don’t like that guy,” she stated matter-of-factly, watching him suspiciously as she and Farellen found a place to sit. “He’s here like all the time. And he just staaares at them! It’s creepy! I mean, sheesh, I’m happy about the eggs too, but give the dragons a little privacy, ya know? It’s not like any of the Candidates sit here watching 24/7. Then again, not like we could with lessons and chores, but you get my point.”

Gabriel humphed at Farellen's first statement. "I don't care if someone from another Weyr wants to watch the hatching, but not if they're going to be snubbing the atyps and their riders," she remarked vehemently. A dragon was a dragon, no matter what color. Just because some colors were weaker and smaller at birth than others didn't make them inferior or give them any less right to live. Besides, with as frequent as the Pass cycles seemed to be now, the more dragons the better!

At Farellen's comment, Gabriel looked thoughtfully back over at what she could see of the eggs. "Hm... Can't say. After all, there's what, 20 eggs between the two of them? Kinda hard to predict which might go to which Candidate. Especially before the Touching." The teen grinned at the thought of the upcoming Touching. "That's going to be exciting. We can probably place more accurate bets after feeling the personalities of the dragons within."

It wasn't until this point that she realized the other Candidate was still holding her hand. A sly smile crossed her lips as she gave the captured hand a small flex. "Oi, plan on giving that back to me anytime today, or am I gunna have to wrestle it from you?"

Gabriel was quite agreeable to ignoring the Healer, but she almost had to laugh at the little display that Farellen made with her hand. "I'd venture to say that someone is feeling a bit playful," she said with a smirk, leaning forward and propping her chin up with her hands. "Perhaps we can wrestle later. Ooo, I can see the gold!" she said excited, eyes gleaming as she looked at the eggs. Brakiath had shifted her position a bit to better hide her offspring from the Healer, but it left a nice opening for the two of them two see from where they were sitting. "I think the dragons will still let us touch when the time comes, even if they are being rather protective right now. This is terribly exciting though, I must say." Whether or not the was the clutch that held her dragon, somehow the teen doubted that Hatchings would ever get old. They were certainly a time for much celebration.

The teen had to laugh at his remark on aiming high. "You don't choose the dragon, silly, the dragon chooses you. I'll be spending just as much time with the gold egg as with the rest when the touching comes," she said with an affirmative nod. "Why do you say 'dramatic' though? Because of the Healer?" she frowned slightly at the thought. "He'd better not do anything stupid concerning these dragons. If he does he'll be facing a very swift kick in the sensitive spot." Gabriel wasn't kidding either. The thought of any of the dragons possibly coming to harm due to the outsider's influence or actions was a horrendous one. No doubt she wouldn't be feeling that way in such an instance.

Gabriel chuckled a little at that. "You've got that right..." The teen turned her eyes back onto the eggs, thinking over what Farellen had just suggested. "That might play some part into it," she conceded, "but I think it's more based on personality, right? I say just be ourselves on the Sands and make it easier for our dragons to identify us. I do hope that both clutches don't hatch at the same time though," she remarked, casting a brief, worried glance over at Alumanth's bunch. "We can only be in one place at a time, right? Wouldn't want any dragons to go Between cause we were too far away for them to see us."

"Well... Alumanth's eggs came after Brakiath's, right? Maybe the pattern will hold true for the Hatching," she replied hopefully. All they could really do on that count was hope. She had to smirk slightly at Farellen's previous remark however. "So you're the one to 'be around', eh? And how, my friend, did you earn that title, hm?" She gave the other a teasing jab in the ribs. "Do tell."

"You may regret that," she replied back with a grin of her own. Now that she had found his tickle spot she was bound to be relentless. Standing up and leading the way again, she said, "Let's go then." Once they were in a private spot, Gabriel planned to unleash the war of the tickles. Perhaps even some wrestling if it progressed far enough.