The Calm -- 72nd Dragon Hatching (PC)

A large natural cavern found by the initial expedition. It has been cleared out and filled with sand. Naturally flowing hotspring pools inside the cavern keeps this cavern warm enough for dragon eggs, but also makes it very humid with all the steam from the hotspring waters.
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Sun Jan 06, 2019 5:04 am

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Aranrod, mentions Zenith
When the first dragonet broke free of its egg, Laikanu couldn’t help the small glimmer of hope that sparked in his heart. A handsome blue that seemed to be the playful sort if his antics were anything to go by. He almost lost his hostile air as he watched the young male make his way around the candidates to find his bonded. A small smirk of a smile came to his face as he mentally congratulated the candidate turned weyrling.

It was this smirk that caught P’dren’s attention and brought a larger grin to the rider’s face. Kid still had hope it seemed and P’dren was glad to help nurture it in his own brusque way. The two were so lost in their own musings that they missed the appearance of their firelizards and a feminine figure that settled in on Lai’s other side. In fact if she hadn’t spoken up when she did, Lai probably wouldn’t have noticed Aranrod’s arrival until Tui or Hale greeted the familiar woman. Forcing his bitterness into its usual dark box, Lai turned a charmed smile to the Zultaninte rider as the two firelizards greeted the lady.

“I didn’t know you’d be looking for me, Aranrod. I would have made an appearance if I had known I would have been graced by your lovely presence,” Lai would have continued flirting then if another feminine voice hadn’t broken into his train of thought. His blue eyes gazed at something in the distance as he took in the wonder of a dragon’s mind brushing his own. Swallowing thickly, Lai did his best not to let the moment get the better of him. Turning his affections back to the Harper lady at his side, Lai managed to catch the flicker of Aranrod’s hand.

In a bold move that brought another smirk to P’dren’s face, Laikanu made to catch the young woman’s hand. A sincere light came to Laikanurinato’s eyes then as he spoke again, ”I’m sorry that I failed to meet you in the past, Aranrod. Please thank your lovely lady for her kind words.” A subtle nudge from P’dren to the brawler’s side brought an over reaction from the younger man as he flinched as if in sudden pain. ”Ouch! Watch it man! Those elbows should be lethal weapons!” Laikanu teased back before turning a wide smile at the Zultanite rider once more. ”Lady Aranrod may I introduce the rider of Bronze Kheluzath, P’dren? He was oh so kind enough to escort me today. Insisted I join the fun you see,” Laikanu added with a smirk to the older man over his shoulder. ”Old man, this is the lovely Aranrod of the Zultanite Zenith. She’s been a dear friend since Halimila introduced us on the day she met her Dew.”

As Laikanu spoke there was a commotion on the sands that was barely noted by the men. Outside of the increased hum from their firelizards, both rider and guardsman were focused on the lady beside them. At least that was true for one of them until a blue male nipped a human male on his ear to bring his focus back to the events happening on the Sands.

”Kid. There’s a pair those twins on the Sands. Opal and Pyrite, yes?” P’dren pretended to be confused to steer the kid’s attention back to the major event of the evening.
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The clutch showed no signs of slowing, at least not any time soon now that their brethren were breaking shell, the others were eager to join them. Not long after the darling opal had found her match, than one of the other eggs gave a mighty jolt in it's wallow and thumped back into place. The hatchling within continued to battle it's confines and dull thuds and grunts could be heard during the struggle. Finally, a crack appeared on the surface, thin and fine at first, and then growing bigger and wider as it traveled further down the shell. More and more cracks began to appear, webbing out from the first and creating their own path, and weakening the shell to it's breaking point.

In what seemed like a burst of commotion, the egg gave a shudder and then seemed to all at once explode and crumble down around the dragonet within. Some pieces of shell went careening off in any direction, while others clung to the hatchling or remained underfoot. The bottom curve of the egg seemed to have been kept mostly intact, save for a large chunk missing from one side, and within the shell sat what was unmistakably a pewter. His hide was a mute gray in color, with the tell tale shimmer in the light of his kin, and yet what made him stand apart was the markings that etched into his hide, making him look almost as cracked as the egg had once been. When he moved, those cracks shifted and transformed into something more, something that resembled a scene many from the North would swear they could recognize. Those markings became the idea of barren branches covered in a fine layer of snow on a cloudy winters' day, and once seen it could never be unseen when one looked upon this fine pewter.

That was harder than it looked. The little pewter hatchling huffed, shaking his head slightly and giving a look at the pieces of his shell. As the dragon picked himself up to move, the shell beneath him rocked a little and wings flared wide to catch his balance and he hastened his step to get on solid ground. That's enough of that now. He snorted at the rocking piece of shell and turned away from the discarded remnants of what had confined him for too long.

The pewter dragonet didn't bother to look back either as he moved to regard the rows of those dressed in white, and cocked his head to one side curiously. So many faces looked back at him, so many minds reached for him and for a moment he wished he could invite them all in. And yet, his eye was drawn to the smaller dark dragonet that was still considering his options, and the pewter took a side step or two toward the pyrite. Wishing you could pick more than one, brother? The hatchling bemused wryly and nosed against his clutch sibling almost affectionately, before brushing past him and flicking the white tip of his tail against the pyrite's flank. You shouldn't dally too long though. The pewter added and stepped away from his brother and began to move back toward the candidates, faceted gaze moving between several of them as he approached.

Carefully, he walked down the line of them, pausing once or two to give someone a closer look and though he moved on each time, there was something akin to an apologetic croon that came from him whenever he left someone behind. He moved toward Ashton and brushed against the youth's leg and for a moment there was the gentlest press of mind to mind, but the moment passed and the pewter retreated with a soft soothing sound. Slipping through the rows, the pewter moved between Doumah and Agalia, giving the young man a sniff and glancing up at the resolute features and perhaps? Yet, no, the connection was not as strong as he would like it to be and the pewter continued on his way with another low croon.

He came upon two girls standing together and for a moment paused before them, glancing from Angela to Sianca and back again. He lingered a while between them, his mind brushing against each of their own, testing, wondering, hoping... I'm afraid neither of you are quite right for me, but do not give up so early on. The dragonet finally said in a soft voice as he crooned at the two young women, dipping his head low in apology before he moved away from them and further down the line of candidates. There he came upon a trio of rather unique individuals, to each their own, and the pull grew stronger, there was something about them that intrigued him, called to him.

His step quickened as he moved toward the trio, facets moving from on to the other until they settled on one in particular. It was this one he aimed for, weaving between the others and trying not to step on anyone's toes, though a talon or two did manage to scrape across someone's foot before he caught himself. Sorry! So sorry, I just couldn't wait any longer. The dragonet said hastily and turned to the one he injured with another of his soft and apologetic croons, before that faceted gaze turned to the one he'd chosen and moved to nudge against her thigh.

No one else called to me the way you do, and I knew from the moment I saw you that you had to be the one Sig'ryn. The hatchling said as a matter of factly as he once again nudged against the candidates' leg and nosed his muzzle under her hand. I can already tell that together, we'll be unstoppable, won't we? Sig'ryn and Kalumith, a force to be reckoned with. The snowy pewter crooned with pride and felt those flood gates beginning to open and he poured his heart and soul to the young woman. A moment later, and the gurgle of his stomach interrupted their touching moment, and the little one looked at himself with a bit of amusement. Perhaps, we should eat first though. Kalumith added with a touch of a wry humor, and then nipped at the white robe as if that might produce the food faster.
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Sun Jan 06, 2019 3:11 pm

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“So with a Zultanite dam, there are a lot of colors we can expect, any guesses on what colors will hatch from the clutch."

Sigoryn knew this, and yet a part of the northern bred runner did not entirely grasp the grandness of what Raevin spoke of. It was not until the next egg cracked that it dawned upon Sigoryn how this clutch would distinguish itself from any other clutch she had ever known or heard about in the north.

Twins? Though the runner recalled something from the candidate lessons about pyrites and opals, to see their entrance into the world still caught Sigoryn by surprise. They appeared preternatural to the eyes of the mountain bred runner, unworldly compared to the blue who hatched before them. Yes, Sigoryn had seen their ilk about the weyr, but to see them spring forth from a clutch that also bore the blue erased whatever remaining doubt Sigoryn had about their identity. Of same blood and body, even opals and pyrites were dragons who broke from dragon shells bore by a dragon wombs.

Were the runner to be honest, she actually liked that bit of change from stern northern expectations. Living her own life against the grain, it felt good to see dragons capable of doing the same. These two in particular had their adorable little quirks, especially the way they seemed to bicker like children and love each other as siblings. They remained entirely unaware of the fact they were oddities to the north. In all literal sense of the phrase, they could care a tail fork about the northern traditions they shattered when they broke shell. To Atricis, however, they were treasured.

"How many colours do ye think we'll see break shell in this clutch?" Thus far there had been a blue, and the twins.

The opal had wandered off to Impress, the wee thing bumping into several of the candidates, but was not large enough to really cause much harm other than maybe claw an unsuspecting foot. In all honesty, part of Sigoryn was relieved the delicate looking dragon paid her no mind and Impressed to another across the sands. Something about the dragon seemed far to feminine for the runner's tastes.

Before the pyrite twin had a chance to find his own bonded, another egg jumped against the dunes. It seemed the dragon within was eager to spring forth into the world, and spring forth he did. The shell practically burst from the force the hatchling exerted upon it. And from the ruins, a gleaming silver body appeared. Its hide cracked with tones of snow and ice, while power white socks claimed every claw. Yet while the pewter's body alluded to an chilled demeanour, the dragon's nature proved warm and assuring.

To the pyrite, the pewter spoke, and then through the candidates he moved, attempting to pick a mind just right for him.

Even Sigoryn felt a bit impressed by the pewter, and could not help but wonder who among the candidates would bond with the beast. Her own future after Atricis plotted out, it never really dawned on the runner that she, a candidate by her own right, could be a viable prospect for the pewter. All her time in Ruatha told her to plan for the unexpected, but in doing so, Sigoryn forgot that her chances of impressing were a real and tangible possibility.

When the dragon made his way to their knot, regarding them all with that curious look in his eyes, for the first time, Sigoryn found herself wanting to Impress in a way she had never desired before. Before this moment, it was merely a curiosity, an opportunity for change and friendship. Here, however, the pewter now before them, Impression became a necessity in her lonely life. If the pewter chose anyone but the runner standing before him, Sigoryn knew the dismissal would mar her very heart.

Later, Sigoryn would realise the reason she felt so strongly about the pewter was because he felt just as strongly about her in turn.

No one else called to me the way you do, and I knew from the moment I saw you that you had to be the one Sig'ryn.

The warm nose of the beast slipped along the palm of the runner, and Sigoryn could not help but touch the pewter in turn, running fingers over his brow and along his eye ridge. The touch of his sleek silver hide felt magical, more euphoric and adorant than any lover's kiss. Such a touch was enough to draw a rare tear from the newly impressed. As rider and dragon, the pewter and runner would belong to each other for the rest of their lives.

I can already tell that together, we'll be unstoppable, won't we? Sig'ryn and Kalumith, a force to be reckoned with.

Impression. Undying acceptance washed over the runner and flooded her heart and mind. Every inch of her existence became one with the pewter, a bond tangled so intricately together that not even a weaver's hands could undo the knot. She belonged to him, Kalumith, and in turn, Kalumith belonged to her, Sig'ryn.

The gurgle in his own gut was felt by his bonded.

Perhaps, we should eat first though.

Sig'ryn chuckled back at the wee thing. Hey, no bitin' from ye. Yet for all Sig'ryn meant to ward the hatchling away from such behaviour, she only managed to do so half heartedly. We'll get ye a wee bite. Promise. Once more, a hand glided over damp hide, and Sig'ryn could not help but marvel over the fortuitous event of Impression. Doe eyes turned back to regard Raevin and Zaynallen, though the runner remained without words over the gloriously unexpected Impression that had just occurred.
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Sun Jan 06, 2019 6:32 pm

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R'fael of course knew the words and thoughts his dragon offered the girl, and couldn't help but smile when he saw her react. When her stinging eyes turned and sought him out, he grinned at her and offered an encouraging nod. He noted the glisten in her gaze, and felt his own bit of pride well up. She might not be one of his biological girls, but she was a special one, and had weaseled her cranky way into his scarred heart. Being able to sit here and watch her at this moment, her very first time Standing...He felt his own emotions well up a bit.

There wasn't long for her to wait for that first breaking shell either. A stunning blue broke out, even if he did so pointed the wrong direction. As the hatchling broke free and finally started moving among the Candidate's, the entire cavern seemed to hold it's breath. This first Impression held such tradition and belief to it. And for a moment it seemed like he was going to choose Aglaia. But no, a croon and a nuzzle, and R'fael assumed the blue offered the girl some words of encouragement and couldn't help but smile seeing her reaction. ”Don't worry, girlie, you'll be alright, you got this.” The words were soft, half-whispered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. Then the blue was moving on to find his, and Impression was made.

R'fael cheered along with the rest of the spectators as the new pair headed off the Sands, for food. But as with many of the rest, his focus swiftly returned to the rocking eggs. After all, the next was seeming ready to break free. And indeed, there was suddenly a two-headed egg rocking back and forth, the pair of twins within straining against their shell. Pyrite's and Opal's were always fascinating for R'fael. So special and unique. Not as unique as you. He felt Pavoth's amused indignation. But the egg rolled then, the action breaking the pair free. Oh, the poor Opal though! R'fael smiled at the cute, gangly-ness of her lack of coordination, and the soft support of her brother. It seemed like it was common for one half of a pair to Impress, and the other waited around a bit.

But they didn't have too long to wait, as another egg split, nay, exploded. Bits of shell dropped all at once, revealing a silvery hide. It was almost akin to his own Pavoth's, but much lighter, with lines reminiscent of branches as opposed to the marbling of granite. With a grin, R'fael watched as the Pewter made his way for his Pyrite brother, having words before moving on himself. The dragonet trekked through the Candidate's, seeming to pause and think and nudge several times before finally settling on a young woman. Congratulations spilled out as the spectators clapped and hooted. It was always inspiring to see the new pairs. Something R'fael could appreciate greatly, considering he'd felt and done it twice now.

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She continued staring at Haddy. Anything to distract her. But in her peripheral, she saw the vague shape of someone offering her a handkerchief, and quietly nodded towards them, ”Thank you, I'm so sorry...This is embarrassing...” Her voice was soft as she dabbed at her betraying eyes with the cloth. She could still smell him! It filled her nostrils, her mind, and she sighed heavily into the cloth. His scent was overwhelming, and she bit back another sob. Why did her mind have to betray her so?! It was just her imagination. Even Haddy was being irritatingly quiet, some faint hint of amusement drifting between them.

Then a familiar weight alighted on her shoulder, and she turned her face towards the spicy scent of the firelizard. She knew it wasn't Glory, it was the wrong weight, which left her second favorite flitter, Arthur. A smile bloomed on her cheeks, and she reached up to pet the tiny wedge-shaped head as she closed her eyes, Oh, Arthur, no, I'm alright, I promise, just being-” Her eyes flew open, and she froze. She suddenly she felt a presence beside her she hadn't a moment ago. A familiar shape that she almost didn't dare to look at.

Slowly she turned, as if in a daze, and looked at Cataren's grinning visage. A heartbeat. Two. Three. The rider suddenly scowled and shoved him, flinging his handkerchief back at him uselessly, ”Fucking shards, Cat!” She glared at her dragon as she felt the green's eruption of triumph, and reached up to lift the firelizard from her shoulder, cradling him, and looking down at him, ”Arthur, you're the only one I can trust.” She glanced towards Cataren as she caressed his flitt, glaring and fighting grinning.

The sudden breathe of the audience though caught her glaring attention and she glanced towards the sands as the first egg split, revealing a lovely blue. Shifting her weight towards the man then, she sighed as she leaned on him, ”You could have said something, you know...Not let me make such a scene.” Her eyes were on the Sands, her arms full of the bronze flitter, even if most of her attention and focus was on the man she was leaning into now, reveling in the feel of him beside her again.

She didn't know any of the current Candidate's personally, but she could empathize with their nervousness. She was on the Sands herself not that long ago. As sour as her dragon had turned out to be. The thought of the green caused her to send her glare briefly towards her too, before looking over at Cataren, ”I'm very cross with you, so you know...” Her arm moved then and she lifted his to wriggle her way beneath it, wrapping it about her shoulders.

Another egg split, revealing a pair of twins, and she grinned watching the flash of colors, even if her mind was only half present now. He had come back, and surprised her, and she loved him, and was mad at him, but she'd be damned if she'd waste the opportunity to get hugs and kisses out of him before he had to leave again. As they watched, one half of the pair Impressed, the lovely little Opal, and swiftly after another egg broke open to spill out a handsome Pewter who also moved and wound his way to Impression.
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Sun Jan 06, 2019 11:04 pm

The other candidate managed a brief smile at Ashton, and they were relieved. She seemed young enough, though older than Ashton; if they were both left standing after this Hatching, Ashton would make certain she was okay. If she Impressed, Ashton wouldn't need to worry about her.

The pyrite was still there, waiting, and Ashton was certain that was making some candidates anxious. Then the third drew everyone's attention, and the resulting pewter approached him before finding his way to the candidates. He even brushed against Ashton's leg, and then their mind, and Ash smiled down at the pewter as he passed. It was so tempting to reach out and touch, after the hatchling touched them, but Ash kept their hands tangled in their robe. They didn't see lace patterns in the pewter's hide, but he was still quite handsome.

Then the pewter went on, and the pyrite was still left behind. Ash gave the baby another glance, but he seemed content to wait while his clutchsibs Impressed.

Ashton returned their attention to the remaining eggs, with a deep calming breath. Maybe they would feel the same stress about being chosen as the other candidates at later Hatchings, but at this point Ashton was just happy to be here and start to get an idea of what their new future could actually be.
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L’van shifted as he looked at the paperwork on his desk. There wasn’t much more he could do with it tonight, and he wasn’t even sure why he’d come to work on it all. Perhaps the thought that tending to it now meant more time to spend with certain people tomorrow, perhaps the promise to be with a certain someone tonight and extra moments stolen in the morning if it was out of the way…

He smiled at the thought and shook his head. He was foolish for thinking he would ever fall behind though. He’d always been nothing but efficient with his paperwork, even when “behind” on it. If he chose to put it off for a few hours, even a day, then it wasn’t as if the world would stop rotating, and he didn’t think Fox would mind it if the report came on time rather than early.

He won’t be Weyrleader for long...

There was enough emotion in that remark for L’van to shift in his seat, not only from the discomfort of it. He enjoyed working with the man, but thanks to Zen, the eagerness for the next flight took over whenever the subject was even hinted at by one party or another. Just the a pinch of it was enough for the bronze, and L’van frowned. ”Not the time, my friend. I will respect him.” The snort that came suggested things that L’van wanted to ignore, and he rolled his eyes, doing so easily enough. ”You have to stop fretting so. It isn’t as though we don’t have enough young ones to challenge your potential…”

That made Zen snap to, and it made L’van grin. He was about to ask him something, when Lauruth’s voice entered his thoughts, and he looked up. That was distraction enough, and he decided he wouldn’t mind going, especially if he could go with Lerina. He hadn’t seen his daughter for a while, so busy had he been with Wing and Weyr matters, helping with a certain brownrider, but he thought it was far past time to check on his daughter, see how she was, and perhaps later, make plans to get together for a late breakfast in the morning if she was interested. ”Zen…”

There was a pause as the man got up to get ready, and then, A moment too late, Issormoth is asking if you’d like to join his rider. Funny you would think of that at a moment like this. I shall confirm for you. You continue to get ready. Less time spent when you could join her, yes? The man agreed, and the bronze spoke to Lerina and her brown both. L’van was just thinking of joining you, so yes, he’ll be along shortly.

Sure enough, once the man was in tidier, nicer clothes, he made his way to the stands, just as the handsome pewter had made his Impression. He touched Lerina on the shoulder and gave her a hug around them, before being seated next to her. ”It’s good to see you, darling.” Was the first thing he said, sounding genuinely happy to see his girl. ”And thank you for saving me such a fine place to sit. It’s been a while since we’ve been able to enjoy a hatching together.”


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He had suspected she would be upset with him, and it only made him grin more. He had to suppress the need to chuckle at her reaction overall, all but certain it would cause him to receive a swift smack in response if he let out so much as a bubble of humor.He gave her a moment or two to process everything, and by the time she obviously had, she was settled underneath his arm, having told him she was cross, but he knew he would be forgiven by the time all was said and done on the hatching grounds.

He smiled and kissed the crown of her head, turning to watch the details of the hatching of the twins, the Impression of the beautiful opal. His smile grew even wider as he watched the split shell and appearance of the pewter, and it reminded him so much of some of the metals that he’d worked with at Ivory Tower that he gave Niomi’s shoulders a soft squeeze, drawing her closer to his side and making sure she would remain there for the duration of the hatching.

”I’ve missed you.” He whispered under the cacophony that seemed to be ringing in his ears. The hatching grounds, to him at least, never seemed to be calm. There were humming dragons, the sounds of dragon shells cracking and being tapped from the inside, and people chattering around him in the stands. Besides that, he didn’t want to disturb anyone with his words, words that he wanted Niomi to have for herself. ”I’ve missed Haddy too.” He finally did chuckle a little. ”You should be cross with her too. She’s known I’ve been here since I arrived.”
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Aglaia kept an eye on the lingering pyrite - and on the kindly Candidate that caught her eye earlier - but the restless eggs drew the rest of her attention.

She reverted to her earlier mode - a mode of pure survival. The more she thought about what she was doing out there, the more she thought about the weight of it-

Breathe. Just breathe, she reminded herself.

The hatching pewter pulled her attention, though he seemed to be quick about it. Much as the other Candidate had done when the blue met her, she looked over to the one that the pewter momentarily encountered. No smile was offered, but it was a look of familiarity, of empathy.

To be so close and yet-

The pewter moved past her and onward to find his and Aglaia briefly found a moment in which breathing was not her only goal. She flicked a look to the stands to pick out R'fael and offered him another smile - shaky at the edges, certainly, but there it was. She was okay. See? Totally, utterly, and completely okay.
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Doumah shifted his weight slightly as the hatching continued. It was happening so quickly and, yet, it also felt like an entire lifetime were unspooling with an aching slowness.

The pewter hatched and ventured along on a quest that the butcher could only guess at understanding. When the young dragon stopped to sniff at him, he glanced down, blinking once while he considered the young, silvery creature. But, he was found to be wanting - and he seemed to understand well enough, when the pewter moved on. He nodded to the young dragon, then shifted his attention back to the eggs, which continued to twitch and tremble.

What would hatch next?

He didn't dare to think on it.

Instead, for a few brief moments, his gaze slid upward to touch momentarily on Daela, then Israfeth, perhaps in a wordless attempt to reassure them that all was well with him. Did they need that reassurance? He was not sure.

The pyrite yet remained on the sands - another thing that he was mindful of.

But he was no danger, gauging by how kindly he was to his twin.
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Mon Jan 07, 2019 2:58 am

Between the Pyrite still on the sands, the Pewter hatching and Impressing, and the eggs still bouncing fervently and cracking, it was hard to tell where to be watching. The Pyrite didn’t realize the dilemma he caused by still being on the sands unbonded though. He gave a sort of bubbly rumble noise to his pewter brother who came by and encouraged him.

I don't know. The Pyrite responded to his Pewter brother before the pewter went off to find his bonded. He watched for a moment, before realizing how right Kalumith had been. His stomach growled in a nearly painful way, making him aware that he needed to eat, but he needed to bond first.

As Kalumith found and Impressed to his chosen, the Pyrite made his way into and through the candidates. At first it seemed his attitude from before had drained from him, but as he found his feet and his way through the candidates, it returned like he had never been unsure of himself.

Of course I know! One of you is it, I know it. I just... well it's not that I'm having trouble... it's just... you all are making it difficult on me! The Pyrite insisted, though he wasn’t angry, almost as if he was trying to save face after revealing a moment of vulnerability. He held his head high and looked through each and every candidate.

He stopped before Sianca, snorting at her, and shaking his head as if trying to flick some sand off his head. He looked to Angela as well, but shook himself again, this time with a snort.

No, you aren't right. Sorry about that! I must keep going! He then bounded away from them, or at least the closest approximation of a bound, stopping to sniff at some other candidates, but move on from them quickly without fanfare.

Ashton was the next to be scrutinized by the pyrite, a bit longer than the two girls before. But still he turned away. You just aren't what I'm looking for. He admitted, losing the bound in his step again as he inspected and turned away from a few more candidates.

Before he realized it, he was back at Sianca and Angela again, squinting and sniffing at them.

You're very familiar. Like the girls I looked at earlier. Oh! You're the same! Of course I knew that! I was just testing you guys. Again he turned away from them, but without bounding in the clumsy fashion hatchlings did. He was lower to the ground now, his steps more careful but the hints of worry and anxiety filling the red hunger of his eyes. His stomach ached again, painfully so as he made a circle all the way around the group of candidates.

One of you has to be the perfect one, but so far none of you meet my expectations. I need the best of them all. I need... ... There!

As his circling took him closer to one section of the stands, his steps stopped and his head whipped around ,eyes whirling fast. Already, many could see what was happening, as it was almost not a surprise anymore at New Atricis. As soon as that hatchling looked toward the people in the stands, they all knew where this was going.

Without another word though, the Pyrite made quick steps to the stands, climbing up with some difficulty onto the raised area where people watched from. He knew who he was looking for now, and didn’t pay anyone any mind beyond trying to get around them and becoming worked up if they didn’t get out of his way fast enough. With how small he was, as a pyrite hatchling and all, he couldn’t run down people like some of his larger clutchmates might be able to, so he was at the mercy of the people in the stands. Luckily, no one was stupid enough to stop a hatchling on a mission.

There you are! What are you doing all the way over here? You should have been with the others so I could have found you more easily. Not that I doubted I'd find you or anything, but I was afraid you hadn't come at all. He found the bounce in his step again as he caught sight of the person he was after. He bounded up to Laikanu, bumping anyone too close before bumping his head into Laikanu’s legs.

Laikanu! Yes, you are the one Siriuth was meant for, even if you were all the way over here. Don't be so far away next time I need you, because now I am painfully hungry. I need you to feed me!
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K'anu (Lanni)
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It had been a good hatching so far, K'rios thought from where he stood on the edges. No injuries, healthy babies, of the few hatches so far. It meant the kids were doing right, as instructed, and it felt good knowing they'd listened to what had been said to them during classes and lectures.

The first to hatch had been a lovely looking blue, wings alight with bright markings that looked like crushed glows. He smiled as he went and gave affection to some of the candidates before finding his match, a quick and clean pairing that he was pleased with. He made note of who had Impressed, then looked up to see what would hatch next.

Next up came a larger egg, one that he suspected would hold pyrite and opal, and he wasn't disappointed. A smile crossed his face as he held out a hand to one of his fellow trainers that had joined him and Bellatrix, and a whole mark was planted in his palm.

The opal was the first to find her match, but it seemed as though the pyrite would wait a while to get to his, and after marking that candidate off, he turned in time to see another egg break shell. Ah, a rather handsome looking pewter. He felt his smile pull into a grin and shot his own with a wave of love that he felt returned, the only gentleness that was likely to be shared with him that day.

Brushing a hand through his hair, he watched as the pewter brought himself towards a group of three, and he wondered which of them would be fortunate. It turned out to be Sigoryn, and he nodded towards her, knew her presence would be missed in class, then marked her name off on the chart.

And finally, it seemed as if the pyrite had finally made his choice, though this one from the stands. There was always at least one, sometimes two, and he smiled at that. He recognized a former candidate as the lucky man, but this time, there was nothing for him to have to mark.
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Though the excitement of hatchings had changed for Nali after Impressing Vohamanath, there was still a different sense of energy within her. Curiosity was strong as she watched eagerly the first egg hatch a blue, and watched as he found his bonded. At one time she would have bounced up and down in her seat, but she realized now how many turns ago that had been. Before candidacy, when she was still just 11 turns old. Now she was 18 turns and nearing graduation in a few months. For a moment, her heart ached for the time she would sit with her father and bounce around, or try to sneak onto the sands before she was eligible to stand, only to be stopped by her father each time.

*You don't wish I didn't find you, do you?* Vohamanath asked from his watching spot, looking up toward where Nali was watching. She met his eyes, but didn’t need to see them to sense his emotions. He wasn’t hurt, or really worried, more curious. Nali smiled at him from across the sands.

*Of course not, silly. I love that you found and chose me. I just realized how many turns have passed since I first started to wait for you to be born.* It really had been a long time, she realized. Perhaps next hatching she would find her father and they would watch together like old times.

Another egg hatched, and Nali laughed at the humorous hatching of the twin egg and the fact the two seemed to bicker. Of course, Vohamanath perked up at the hatching of another twin set, and soon, Nali felt the similar feelings Vohamanath felt for his twin that Nali felt for her past moments before.

*Don’t worry, Mana. We’ll try to take some special time to spend with your twin. Look, that Pyrite looks a little like you! He could pass as your offspring!*

*You're right! He does! Wait... I could do that? Have offspring?* Again Vohamanath met Nali’s gaze across the sands, and she shrugged to him.

*Possibly, if you Chase the right females, like one of the clutching Zultanites, you’re certainly big enough to Chase them.*

In that moment, Nali had unintentionally planted a seed in Vohamanath’s mind, and he rolled it around as he and Nali watched the Opal Impress and the Pyrite wait for some reason. Soon after, a Pewter hatched and Impressed, and then the Pyrite began to look for his. Nali, having grown up in Atricis, saw where this was going as the Pyrite circled the candidates, especially given her run-in with the Garnet of her and Vohamanath’s clutch. So she wasn’t surprised when the Pyrite ran to the stands, but she was surprised when the Pyrite chose Laikanu.

”Woo! Congrats Laikanu!” She called across the stands unabashedly to Laikanu, standing and waving to be seen if he looked, not that she expected him too, but she wanted to know she was happy for him. He had been left standing when Nali had Impressed, and he had even aged out, something Nali had always been afraid would happen to her one day. It sometimes felt a little unfair when candidates aged out, even if there was a reason for the age restrictions in candidacy. So she was excited to see that, even if a little bit late, he got what he had been hoping for at the hatching they had last stood on the sands at the same time.

*It seems mine is excited for you and yours. Congratulations, to the both of you!* It seemed Nali’s excitement was rubbing off on Vohamanath too, as he offered his congratulations directly toward Siriuth.
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