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Vos glanced back at her youngest sibling and snickered, although softly. She kept her hand resting on the rough wall. "Sure we can. Ever candidate takes a right of passage to see the eggs of their first clutch." She grinned wickedly at him. "Guess what? It's your first clutch as a candidate!"

"Caught? Pish! We're just going to look at the eggs. No harm in that. As long as we don't disturb the gold or try to go onto the sands they dun care. Remember our first time Ves?" She nudged her twin in the arm.

Looking at the eggs brought so many wonderful adventures to mind that Vos would definitely be starry eyed if she stared too long. She couldn't wait to see the eggs again though. The girl had intended to go alone to check the way before bringing her siblings to see, except a couple other girls had kinda attached themselves to her and gone along. Not that she minded.

Ves smiled as she snuck behind her sister to go take a peek at the eggs. They always did this, and until now, they did it by themselves. But this time, Esre was finally old enough to stand for a clutch and Vos was right that it was a 'rite of passage'. She stopped long enough to ruffle her brother's hair. "It'll be fine Esre. We just gotta stay off the sands and leave the gold alone. This is just to get a sneak peak of what we'll see for the touching!" Vesin was just as excited as her siblings, maybe not as nervous excited as Esre was but she and Vos definitely always loved sneaking a peak.

Well, if they were just looking then... maybe it would be okay. Vesresh, as usual, stuck close anyway, taking comfort in the familiar contact with his sisters: the ruffling of his hair, the teasing, everything. They had to be the best siblings ever – he was sure.

He hadn't realized that their viewing spot would be a crack in a wall. Warily, he approached the crack, looking at Vosin nervously as she stepped aside to let him through. Finally, heart racing, he peered in through the crack. It took a few moments for him to get a clear visual – his eyes did not help – but eventually, the cavern, with it's large, shining occupant and it's warmly tawny sands came into clear view...

As did the oblong eggs.

“Whoa...” he said, awed, “There's so many... in so many colors...” he backed away, blinking vigorously to re wet his eyes: the heat from the cavern had dried it out a little. “I can't tell all the colors though... are they supposed to be all those colors?” he asked, “Some of them are colors that dragons don't come in...” Not that he hadn't seen clutches on the sands before, briefly, while running errands, but he'd also heard rumors about what happened when a Gold mated with a brown and... he didn't know what to expect: this was his first.

"Pretty eh?" She grinned at his reaction. "Yeah usually there's all sorts of colors. The only ones you can tell for sure are the golds cause their eggs are the biggest and gold. Always."

Vos took another peek and tried to count the eggs. "Looks like the brown actually managed to sire a gold egg too. Lucky him! The more eggs the better chance of us impressing." She ruffled his hair. "Want another look Esre?" It's not like the eggs were doing anything, but it was still fun to watch them.

Vesresh looked through the crack again, awed. “So many...” he murmured again. If they came in so many colors, then it would be impossible to know which dragon came from what, unless they were golden. But there was such a variety of sizes! “How does that happen?” he asked his sister, taking a last lingering look at the beautiful gold with her clutch. Dragons always seemed so uniform and unvarying, but here, in the egg, they were amazingly diverse...

He jolted back away from the crack at Vesin's exclamation, looking around him with the most adorably guilty look imaginable. He looked from sister to sister, unsure of what to do. He did not want to be caught, though!

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Z'radi smirked as one of the kids got wise to her – apparently she was not as stealthy as she thought.

scolded her dragon, who was promptly ignored.

Z'radi stood still, hiding in the shadows and biting back a snicker as the children came into view: three of them, with matching hair. She had to bite back another snicker as the smallest one jumped back, startled, and acted like a puppy caught being naughty.

Cute kids

muttered Rotatonth.



She wondered if she should wait to see what the kids would do, but then they might scram and for good reason too: People were touchy when eggs were on the sands, wherhold or weyr or flit nest. She decided on a more gregarious option.

“Hello there!” she said cheerfully, stepping out of the shadows suddenly and waving at the three.