The stories we tell (Marquitth's hatching)

[tariala]

It was a dark and stormy night.

Really.

The weather may have begun to dry up, but on this particular night, the storms had been raging for the past few candlemarks. It was why Marquitth had yet to sleep, though Jrolann dozed fitfully against her left shoulder.

Poor Jrolann. The green thought fondly, stretching her neck down to nuzzle the woman's hair gently. She ought to let her rider go get some proper rest, but she really didn't like the booms of thunder and Jrolann knew that and stayed close. She really did have the best rider in the world. Besides, there was that *other* thing that Jrolann might need to be here and awake for soon.

Marquitth turned her head to stare back at the eggs (always those eggs), training her eyes on the movement she'd been tracking this past while. She was afraid of alerting Jrolann too soon, but...

Her eyes whirled faster in surprise as a loud crack sounded through the cavern, a significant change from the intermittent twitches from the eggs throughout the night. The other eggs apparently took this as their signal because the began rocking more aggressively as a damp green muzzle nosed briefly through the top of the Writing on the Wall egg and retreated. Jrolann! She yelped urgently, worried she might have left it too long. But, really, she new at this sort of thing!

The cracking had partially roused Jrolann, but her green's frantic shout had the woman bolting fully awake and staring at the eggs. "Red Star take it!" She hissed. "Marquitth, get them here now!"

The green began humming as her mind reached out to the rest of the Weyr. Candidates to the Hatching Sands! The eggs are hatching *now*!

OOC: This should be about 2 am-ish, during a violent thunderstorm. Have fun, little candidates.

[Night]

Freya tossed in her cot as the storm above the Weyr raged on. It was loud, but the girl loved rain and thunder so it didn't bother her much. The eggs that had been laid a while ago where almost completely ready to hatch, and the nervous tension was everywhere in the Weyr. Not to mention just in general with the poisoner being on the loose. Wait, no the murderer. Tossing again in her sleep-state, Freya murmered against the cusioning of her pillow. Curled up against her side laid Thor and Tala, the two flits twined in their own resting positions.

It was the smaller and younger of the two that jerked his head up suddenly at a loud bolt of thunder and lightning. Crooning unhappily, the normally fiery brown cowered against the larger bronze next to him. Something wasn't right about tonight. That thought made the brown tremble, waking up his larger "sibling" as well. The two flits twittered to each other in confusion. What was it? Theirs was fitfully asleep, but well nonetheless. What was wrong? Freya murmered again, responding mentally to Marquitth's announcement. That was it! The two males pulled on Freya's covers, beating their wings against her face.

The candidate woke with a growl and batted at the pesky firelizards. "What in Faranth's name.....wait!" The two crooned urgently at Theirs, sending the images of the sands and the Green Queen. They reverberated in her mind, fogging her mind with confusion. Eggs? Eggs. EGG! Jumping up, Freya pushed herself free of the covers. Though tangled as she was it was no surprise perhaps that she fell onto the floor with a loud thud. Rubbing the sore spot on her leg the candidate was urged to her feet once again by Thor and Tala. The two spun around her head and chittered loudly to the girl. They new how much this meant to Theirs.

Pulling her hair out of her eyes, Freya looked around frantically for her white robes. There they were, under a pile of clothes! Grabbing despretly for them, she yanked her night clothes off, still not recognizing the rain. In fact it was so far in the back of her mind that she only realized it as she ran out into the cold down pour. "Great! Just sharding great!" Flashes of lightning streaked across the sky above, causing the dark clouds to form menacing shapes. The girl pulled her robes tighter around her, calling her brown and bronze flits to her aid. The two flapped over, just as unhappy about the thunderstorm as Theirs, but spread their wings to sheild her of the worst of it. "Thank you two. I promis you both are getting wherry-steak tomorrow morning."

She ran over to the sands, aware that around her were other candidates. She didn't bother to recognize any of them, even though some were her friends. Quite a few now actually, but that didn't matter. She was here to impress finally and that was what she needed to focus on. Freya wouldn't be left again if she could help it. Thor chirped sternly at His, pecking at her head. The candidate had stopped momentarily, but she picked up her pace again and soon was in the warm sands. Of course there was rain here too! "What a time for a hatching wouldn't you say Jrolann?"

Bowing to the greenrider and dragoness, Freya looked up at the mother. "I am honored to stand though. They hatch because this is their time, and no time would be more perfect for them. Thank you both for this opportunity." Thor and Tala chittered from her shoulders, but Freya shooed them away. "Don't worry they'll stay in the stands like the other pets and observers do." With that done, she watched to make sure her firelizards did as she said, then moved to stand with the other candidates. The eggs were hatching and once again she was trying for them. It wasn't her first time, but just once in a long line. Maybe, just maybe though, this would be her last time. Not in a bad way either.

[riki]

Why couldn't eggs hatch at a more appropriate hour of the morning? It was in the middle of a stormy night, a night where she had gotten barely any sleep thanks to the raging storm that was occurring. Groaning groggily she rolled out of bed, pulled on her candidate robes and made the now familiar trek toward the sands. Things where different this time however, the first of those differences being that she had a particularly protective Storm curled around her neck. The blue had grown considerably since his hatching, his muscles filling out nicely as his baby fat burned off his body. Seana knew that the blue still had a lot of growing to do however, and she was sure that he would make for quite the impressive sight when he finally reached his full growth.

Stepping into the sands she lowered herself into a bow, giving the mother of the clutch the proper respect before moving to take a spot upon the sands. As soon as she was standing still she felt a rush of nerves as they rushed up her body. How could she not feel nervous, this was her second time upon the sands and look how that ended up! She shifted herself to get comfortable, knowing that this would be a long couple of hours of so.

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Broren walked on to the sands with a grin, his arms linked behind him casually as he moved. He felt relaxed and calm given the fact that he was standing for the first time. Why should he feel nervous? He was sure that no dragon could resist him and by the end of this hatching he would leave with his bond, happy and content while everyone else stayed in the candidate barracks! Grinning still he bowed and winked to the green and her rider flirtingly before meandering toward the area where other male candidates where waiting.

He was sure that the action would start all too soon, and he wanted to be in a good position to watch what was going on. So he chose a spot where he wasn't crowded by other candidates, his arms crossed over his chest as he made himself as comfortable as he could in the heat of the sands. Broren was sure that he wouldn't have to wait long to impress, that he would soon be off the sands and to a more cooler area long before he broke a sweat!

[Kitsuneko]

Berengar was tossing and turning in bed when Semi came to distract him. He hadn't been sleeping well for a while, with all this talk of poisonings and murderers being hunted in the Weyr, so he was glad for Semi's appearance. The blue flit had been spending much of his time away from the candidate lately--Berengar assumed it was because of that green flit whose flight he'd won.

Now the fire lizard sat at the foot of Berengar's bed and began to hum excitedly. It wasn't until he heard a dragon's voice in his head, though, that he realized why. His heart hammered in excitement; the eggs were hatching! He got up, barely spending a moment to throw on his white candidate's robe before heading to the sands at a sprint. He grinned in anticipation. He would Impress this time, he just had to--otherwise, well, his mind went back to what Sitka had said about the murderer. If not, he thought it might be time for him to cut his losses and leave Alietran.

He wasn't the first candidate on the sands, but he wasn't the last, and he nodded. That was good. He bowed to the green clutchmother and her rider. "Thank you for allowing me to stand for your clutch," he told them with his best charming smile. After that, he went to join the rest of the candidates and focused his gaze on the eggs. It seemed they were impatient to hatch as well; one of them already had a hole in it. It wouldn't be long now.

[alyx]

The first this that Navir was aware of was a Dorian's little teeth, clamping on the fat part of his earlobe. The Candidate swatted Brown as the flit chirped loudly in his ear. "Dorian, Shard it, go away. I'm sleeping." The little Brown didn't stop, cooing and chittering and making all sorts of racket. The storm had put alot in a fowl mood, but come on! Slapping at the Brown again, Navir sat up in a rush. Iota ended up in his lap, making a very disapproving noise as he slapped at the fluttering Brown again. "Dorian, when I get my hands on you-"

Candidates to the Hatching Sands! The eggs are hatching *now*!The Green's voice made him jump, almost as if it had been a crash of thunder. Her words were followed by Dorian's violent chirping, the Brown buffeting the boy's head with his wings. Dorian's hands came up, protecting himself from the upset flit. "Okay, Dorian, okay. I hear her, stop."

The Brown hovered, watching as the boy untangled himself from the sweat soaked blankets and stumbled from bed. Only when Dorian was sure that Navir was awake did the little flit land on the boy's pillow. Iota untangled herself from the blankets as well, the young Green joining the Brown in a knot on the pillow.

Navir shedded the bedclothing and slipping into his Candidate robes, thankful that he wasn't the only bleary eyes one in this. Fingers yanked threw his hair as he tried to make it look like he hands been tossing and turning all night before the Green's call had summoned them. He wiggled his feet into the sandals and bolted at the door.

It was no time before he joined the others on the Sands; he was happy that, despite the Green's panic, the shells were still mostly intacted. Some cracks marred them tho - nothing would wake someone like the adrenaline of stepping onto those Sands knowing that this could be YOUR chance. Navir bowed to the Green on the Sands, knowing that he should remember his manners even at such a early, cursed hour.

"Green Marquitth, Rider Jrolann - thank you for this chance." Turning, he moved off, joining the other few that had beat him to the sands. His eyes focused on the eggs, already he could feel his heart pounding in his chest like the thundering winds outside. It seemed to be that the Storm was answering the Eggs, or the Eggs were answering the Storm - Navir wasn't sure which. But this would be a hatching to remember.

[Zara]

Banalii hadn't been sleeping, instead, she was busy trying to calm down Il who was anything but happy with the booming of the storm. "Come back here, you little-!" the little green was hopping around the room for the moment. She grabbed the flitter who struggled to get away.

But then she heard the dragoness's words in her head, and she released the flitter, immediately moving in a flurry to grab her white robe from the chest and her boots, changing as quickly as she could. In the meantime, Il had decided to hide under the bed. The little flitter was shaking. Banalii looked back at her for a moment. Well... she wasn't going anywhere for awhile. she'd be alright until she got back. She was sure of it.

The Candidate ran then, stumbling over others. She felt irritable from the lack of street and having to chase Il around her room, but she didn't say anything and she stopped and bowed respectfully to the Green and her Rider. She bit her lip. Would she Impress this time? Did she even have a hope of Impressing?

She walked calmly to take a spot on the sands and turned her attention to the eggs directly, biting her lip and waiting in anticipation. She looked at the other Candidates and gave them a weak smile. She had purple bags under her eyes and they felt puffy and tender, but she didn't let it get to her. HEr hair was messy and rather frizzy. She was a mess at this point. Hopefully the hatchlings wouldn't care about what she looked like, because if she did, she was probably out of luck all together.

[Rii]

A lot of candidates might have been trying to sleep, and failing, but not Keluute. No, he was quite happily asleep. The weather didn't bother him - he was born and raised in the area, after all - and he was tired. He'd been running all over the Weyr the previous day. For whatever reason, the healers had a lot of things that needed delivering, and they decided that he would be a good one to send. He'd started there while the day was breaking over the Weyr, and though he had been allowed sufficient breaks, the healers being one of the least likely groups to run someone into exhaustion and injury without need, by the end of the day he was tired. Very tired.

And then, in the middle of the night, his delighted sleep was shattered. There was a voice in his head, though he didn't recognize it as a voice or that it was in his head, or even that there were words to it. It just woke him up and left him staring into the dark of his ceiling wondering why he was awake when he was so tired. It took him a while before the clattering all around him sank in. Everyone was moving. Was it an earthquake or some other emergency? There wasn't any screaming, although there was the occasional feminine squeal. Hm. What else could it be? It was too early for the eggs to be hatching, wasn't it?

Apparently not. So, agreeing with those around him, he hauled himself out of bed, into his white robe, and down the hall. He was certainly not one of the first into the Grounds, but there were plenty of others behind him as well. He found himself a place to stand that gave a decent view of the eggs and the green, bowed carefully, and settled in to wait. He only jumped once, and that was at a particularly sharp peal of thunder that sounded like it was right on top of the Weyr.

[tariala]

Jrolann smiled and nodded at the arriving candidates' greetings, murmuring her her own gratitude at having them there to Stand for her dragon's eggs. She was vaguely surprised that so many were so pleasant and coherent at this time of day, and in this weather. It boded well for their future as potential riders.

She was dragged from her thoughts by new activity from the eggs, which had gained new energy from the arrival of a new audience. The green nose reappeared at the Writing on the Wall egg, joined now by one paw, and then two as the hatching succeeded in widening the hole. But despite her progress, it was the Can You See Me Now? hatchling that made the first appearance, as the big egg grew a spiderweb of cracks along one side and jerked hard sideways into the New Lessons egg. Jrolann gasped quietly, hoping the collision hadn't hurt either dragon inside them.

From the big hole in the Can You See Me Now? egg, a brown head poked itself up. It swung itself around to regard the candidates, then with a pleased-sounding purring rumble, the dragonet pulled the rest of his body from the shell.

Jrolann had to admit it was a handsome hatchling- good-sized, with an interested spotted pattern to his hide. He focused eagerly on the candidates and took a few steps forward when a trill from the other egg distracted him into turning back. The spotted brown approached the hole in the New Lessons egg, nosing about in investigation.

The source of the trill climbed carefully and methodically out of her egg, trilling happily again at the sight of her brother. The greyish-green (another large hatchling... perhaps the bronze sire? Jrolann wondered.) dragonet stepped forward to nuzzle affectionately at her brother's shoulder, which the brown accepted and returned with one of those purring rumbles.

Then the green noticed their guests and sidestepped her brother to pick her way deliberately, but with surprising skill for a hatchling, toward the group. She charged toward the boys, coming to a stop with a bugle of triumph to announce herself. This is such an exciting world, N’var! May we explore it together, you and Atuinth?

The brown hatchling watched his sister with bemusement, then ambled toward the boys at a much slower pace, winding his way through them. He stopped to investigate one or two, but seemed in no hurry to choose.

Dragon



Name: Atuinth
Color: Green
Size: 30' at full growth.
Age: 0
Clutch Parents: Green Marquitth/unnamed bronze

Physical Appearance: If her size at hatching is any indication, Atuinth will be on the large side for a green as an adult. Most of her body is a greyish-green with faint traces of brownish-green hexagons on her back, from her shoulders to the start of her tail. The hide on her legs will be especially prone to drying out, giving the hide a scaly look, so her rider must be diligent about oiling her.
Atuinth's head looks smaller and more delicate in relation to the rest of her body, which is short and compact. She isn't a particularly voracious dragon, but she will carry a tendency to be one of the stockier greens of the Weyr.

Personality: Atuinth moves through life with the confident serenity of a dragon who knows exactly who she is and where she's going. This dragon excels at talking her way out of any trouble she gets into- not that she seeks out such things. Her biggest vice is probably her glee when she succeeds. Her own sense of humor is a bit on the sharper side, but she appreciates most wit or attempts to make her laugh.

Atuinth is very protective of her friends and will do her best to keep them from harm, especially if they're being bullied by someone stronger. She's a big fan of the theory of cooperation and greatly prefers to work with friends to overcome challenges instead of tackling them by herself.

Atuinth is eager to learn new things. Unlike some, however, her learning curve is more geared toward practical skills instead of the intellectual, or anything and everything. Deeper strategy will be left to Navir, but this green will take easily to lessons such as flying, flaming and Betweening- if she isn't one of the first of her group to master such skills, she'll definitely be one of the dragons most dedicated to improving them.

Egg: New Lessons
Based on: Slow-and-Steady (Tortoise), from The Beginning of the Armadillos
Hex Code: 586444
Why Navir was chosen for her: Navir was one of the few candidates light-hearted enough for Atuinth, and I couldn't resist pairing these charmers together. Atuinth has the humorous side to cope with Navir, shouldn't mind firelizards, and is level-headed enough to be a little calming influence on him.

[Night]

A green nose had poked out of one egg, and Freya gulped. Green did that mean it would look for the girls? Not necessarily, but she had been hopeful at least right? Besides, there were only a handful of girls here. The cracking of another egg drew Freya's attention away from the green still inside her shell though. This one was a brown. A good sized one too. Perhaps it was the father, but after all the Garnet from last time was about this size. Would there be another Garnet here too? She wasn't sure. No one could really be certain with these eggs.

Freya held her breath as the brown picked his way to the egg housing the green, waiting for her to hatch out as well. Unlike last time these siblings seemed to enjoy each other's company. The rain was background noise for them as they crooned and looked around. The droplets were nothing to Freya as the green started to move. Would she? No. The dragonet moved to the boys instead and quickly impressed to Navir. She remembered him during different lessons and the feast. He was a good guy, and he'd be a great rider. Would she though? Did any of these be for her? Freya bit her lip.

There was still the brown and the rest of the eggs left. That was fairly decent chances. Right? It was yes most definitely. She had to stay confident on the outside at least. Then Freya got to thinking. If the dragonet's saw them for how and who they were wasnt putting on a fake mask easily seen through? Probably, and so the 19 turn old forced herself to take off that well developed veil. If she was going to show herself to these hatchlings. It really did need to be herself. That meant the Freya who was frightened of being left behind and unsure of herself right now. That however was also the Freya that despite those feelings could throw her shoulders back and raise up her chin. She wouldn't break down because she was stronger than that. If there was a licenses for her here, it would find her. If not, the right one was somewhere else among this crowd of people and that's who the dragonet rightfully deserved. She refused to be defeated so much by this!

[Rii]

Unlike most of the Weyr, but like a few others, Kaisys was not asleep, and had not yet even thought about his bed. He was quite happily preoccupied. See, he'd found himself a couple of blue and greenriders who were feeling unpleasantly dry. They were ensconced in a formerly quiet corner of the dining hall and had proceeded to reduce that unhappy state to something far more pleasurable. The company helped. The alcohol did too.

He was just starting to wander away from the table, leaning more heavily on a bluerider's arm than he really had to, when the rider paused and grinned. "Feel like delaying to see a hatching?" he asked with a grin. "Egrienzitth tells me that the eggs of green Marquitth have begun to break their shells. It's quite interesting to see!"

Well, why not? He called Sheft to join the bluerider's several firelizards, and they worked their way to the Grounds. H'liel pulled Kaisys into the stands and they found a seat. "There's a green!" Kai called. "Not much colour to her. That brown has more." The bluerider shrugged. "Dragons come in different colours. Some are brighter than others."

[Akira]

Shenzi was sleeping soundly when Marquitth's voice entered her mind. She groaned, and rolled over, upsetting her blue flit. Rex barked in surprise when His rolled over onto the tip of his tail. That's what woke Shenzi up, she jolted upright, looking to make sure that Rex was alright, that's when she noticed that the other candidates had already started moving around. I guess I really did hear Marquitth's voice. She shook her head, completely waking herself up.

Shenzi quickly found her white robe, and slipped her sandals. Rex on the other hand was just happy to curl up on the pillow, and go back to sleep. Shenzi rolled her dark green eyes at her firelizard, and quickly made her way to the Hatching Sands. She was just in time to see a green hatch. She smiled as she watched it impress to one of the male candidates. She turned her attention back to the remaining eggs, and started wondering if any of them would be hers.

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Torian was unable to sleep because of the thunderstorm. Why do these things have to be so loud? He mumbled under his breath, but his bronze firelizard had heard him, and crooned to His, before falling peacefully to sleep. Torian shook his head, and that's when he heard Marquitth's voice. Torian quickly jumped from his bed, and had to dig through all of his clothes before he finally found his robe and sandals. He quickly fumbled into them, and ran out of the barracks.

Torian was just a tad bit late, and had missed the impressing of the green, but there was a brown that was looking over the males, and he wondered if that brown was looking for him. He smiled and slid to a stop at the end of the line, his eyes never leaving the form of the brown hatchling. Though, there was something pulling at the back of his mind, that told him this brown was actually looking for him. He shook his head, ridding himself of the thought. He needed to be optimistic.

[alyx]

Stifling a yawn, Navir wondered if any of these Hatchings would be at a normal time of day. Even with the adrenaline of the cracking eggs, he couldn't help but feel the lack of sleep getting to him. It would be bad to fall asleep on one's feet at a Hatching, now wouldn't it. The warmth of the Sands didn't help tho....

The first egg opened, giving Navir something to focus on besides his warm bed back in the barracks. The Brown that came from the egg was... not what Navir had expected. My, he was a big hatchling, wasn't he? Like all around him, the boy held his breath as the hatchling seemed to be more interested in its- er, HIS siblings then finding his Candidate in the group. Sometimes, Navir thought they did it just to make the candidates more nervous.

The Green that soon joined him was also large - Navir glanced at the Green mother nearby; she didn't seem huge, bigger then any other Green anyway. Still... so far, she seemed to have very large, healthy babies. He smiled, watching the pair of newly hatched siblings share a brief moment. It made him miss home a little more - his brothers and sisters. Risyrrn....

The Green was moving, Navir pushed the thought away. To his surprise, the Green hatchling with the copperish markings headed for the boys, not the girls. Strange... I wasn't unheard of for Greens to claim boys, just like Blues sometimes claimed girls, but - then the voice invaded him mind and the thought derailed completely.

'This is such an exciting world, N’var! May we explore it together, you and Atuinth?' The boy simply blinked at her for a moment, as if he didn't understand what on Pern the Hatchling was doing staring at him. No way... Atuinth tilted her head and watched him for a moment. 'N'var? I'm hungry.'

[/b] Navir jumped a little in his skin and shook his head.

"Sorry, Atuinth - you sorta took me by surprise." [/b]'I did?' The Green didn't seem to understand. Navir - now N'var - stepped foward and cupped her cheeks in his palms, smiling with joy. "Don't fret on it, pretty one - I'll explain it later.."

(just using black to tell them apart)[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[tariala]

In the wake of Atuinth's Impression, there was still plenty to watch. The brown still prowled among the males and two eggs rocked with increasing intensity. The last showed no signs of movement, and both mother and rider glanced anxiously over at it from time to time.

The green that had kicked off the event finally made her way out of her shell, bounding free. She pranced over the ruins in victory, scattering shards this way and that. The turquoise dragon finally tired of this activity, however, and turned her attention to the candidates, cocking her head sideways as if puzzled by their presence. She trilled questioningly in their direction, taking a few steps in the direction of the female candidates and repeating her call.

You’re going to have to find her yourself, sister mine. The brown told her. At least you have good choice. Perhaps my rider could help you- he seems to have an eye for them. But food first for Pardath, right my Br’en? The brown lifted a paw to snag a claw lightly in the robe of the rider he’d claimed.

Dragon



Name: Pardath
Color: Brown
Size: 39' at full growth.
Age: 0
Clutch Parents: Green Marquitth/unnamed bronze
Physical Appearance: Proportionally, Pardath has short legs. They're very muscular, however, particularly the hindquarters. This is a dragon who could well beat blues and greens off the ground, at least at launch. His body is long and his head a bit larger than most browns. Pardath's main hide color is an amber brown
(B27219), with small rosettes of a darker brown (4C2C00) throughout his body.

Personality:

Pardath is very felinoid in personality. His mindvoice is a silky purr that winds itself into other minds like a housecat weaving between someone's legs. Pardath will converse well with other dragons, but always with a hint of secret amusement or superiority toward the world- it's only to Broren that Pardath will confide the whole of his self in.

Under that world-wise facade is a laid-back sort of brown who enjoys the simple things in life: warm sun, good hunting, chasing females and fighting Thread. He'll always be there when you need him, but will rarely go looking for something to do. Unless Broren wants to convince him otherwise, this will likely not be a dragon that will seek out a leadership position in the Weyr.

Pardath will take to hunting like a fish to water, and it will be one of his favorite activities. He'll even volunteer to hunt for others if it's required.

When he matures, Pardath will inevitably try to participate in as many females' flights as he can. Not only will he love females for themselves, but as another aspect of his favorite activity- the hunt.

Egg: Can You See Me Now?
Based on: Leopard, from How the Leopard Got His Spots
Hex Code: B27219 or 4C2C00
Why Broren was chosen for him: The confident flirt Broren seemed the best fit for this tomcat of a brown.

[Night]

Freya bit her lip as the first green finally made her way out of the egg that held her captive. Was it really a green though? The hide looked a bit bluish if she didn't know any better. Dragons did tend to have interesting hues though, so maybe it was her imagination. Pushing dark hair over her shoulder, Freya watched the brown greet his new sister like he did with his last. Freya had been watching the two dragonets that she hadn't realized Tala and Thor's pulls on her mind. Taking a moment to pay attention to the two somewhere up in the stands, Freya listened in.

Apparently Tala had found some left over meat roll, and Thor wanted it. Sighing she hushed the two flits from all the way down where she was. At one time she remembered Shenzi saying they were well trained. Freya had thought the exact opposite, but now....heh maybe they were. Back to the hatching though, it seemed that the brown had found his. Another boy gone, and another dragonet impressed. That left the green, if it was a green, and the other eggs. In truth Freya hoped this green was for her. She liked the way it held itself and pranced over its egg shells as if in triumph. It just....appealed to her for some reason. Would she be so lucky though?

[Akira]

Shenzi smiled, and couldn't help but giggle at the green that hatched. She seemed to be so proud to be out of her egg. Shenzi felt like going to the green when she trilled. It seemed like she was calling to the candidates, but Shenzi knew better, and made herself stay where she was. She even missed the impression of the brown because her attention was focused one-hundred percent on the green that called to them.

Shenzi wasn't sure if this green would be hers, or if it would impress one of the other candidates. Though, she did hope it choose her. She liked the fact that the green had a bluish tint to her hide, and was actually wondering what the female would look like when she was cleaned, and oiled. She actually started to feel like drawing again, but she knew that she couldn't, she knew that she had to stay where she was until the hatching was over.

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Torian watched as a green hatched, and seemed to prance victoriously over the shell of her egg. He rolled his eyes, and turned his attention back to the brown. He felt kind of depressed when the brown hatchling skipped him, and picked someone else. He didn't show his unhappiness, but instead turned to watch the remaining eggs, wondering if one of them would be his. Though, since this was the clutch of a green his hopes weren't very high.

Torian knew that the clutches of greens were small, and they normally had at least one dud. From what he could see, it looked like the rest of the eggs were either duds, or would most likely be blues or greens. Even though he would prefer a bronze, like Stallor, he would also be ok with a brown or a blue, but preferably a brown. Torian knew he would get over his unhappiness at impressing a blue, if he were to impress one that is.