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Danzik and Green Eosphoth

Danzik looked up briefly to watch as her dear bonded curled up so contently against the side of her blue beau, taking a moment to scan the stands to find the dragon's rider. She passed another glance back at the sands, making sure Lennik was still safe (and from what she could tell, eyeballing the bronze currently on the sands) before she found a seat next to C'yx.

"Here for the festivities?" she inquired in her same, gravelly tone. It hadn't changed since she'd been an assistant Candidatemaster after all.

Eosphoth, on the other hand, was content to rest the top of her head underneath Iriseth's, allowing herself to join in with the humming song that Vimiath and Blundarth both thrummed now. Yes. Mine hopes that perhaps he, or any others this day, will finally choose her son. I try to hope as well, though it is....difficult to know what a dragon would want in any besides my own. she knew that Iriseth would know what she meant. Eosphoth's needs and wants and desires had been only hers and she had known only Danzik would suit any of them. In that same way, those of these children were theirs alone.

No dragon could teach a candidate to be what was desired by one not themselves.

It is the only thing that will make this evening better than spending time with you.

Danzik nearly choked on the sap she could feel from her green. You stop that.



E'mel and Blue Brieteth

As he waited for Uridith, the nervous little blue shifted nervously back and forth across his chosen perch. Both to check for E'mel (who had taken a seat front and center to watch the excitement), but to also keep any strangers from taking the spot he was saving special for his mama. I wouldn't have taken you for such a mama's boy after taking so long to let her know you weren't dead. E'mel teased and the blue sent a nervous wave of affection and guilt back. w-Well you're still m-my favorite. Honest to goodness! Brieteth keeled and was rewarded for his assurances with nearly a tidal wave of love.

Both from E'mel and Uridith as the gold finally found him. He cheeped, like an anxious puppy glad to see their master come home as he moved out of the dead center of the perch to allow her a place to land before easily settling up against her as she wrapped a wing around him.

Still only the bronze for now. After the touching I was...worried they'd all be hatched and everybody would be dead... he admitted grimly. E'mel thought otherwise, and he was right. I like it when he is right. he rambled up to his mother.

He was the safest and most loved dragon right then.

Ryala

Standing next to the slight pale form of a girl from High Reaches, Ryala watched the bronze form that seemed to be ever so confidently weaving it's way over to the candidates. Knowing that neither she nor any of the other girls were likely to be if of interest to him, she continued to watch as he now paced amongst the white robed gathering. Which of the guys would this showy bronze choose? Perhaps it was just her, but he seemed to be searching for someone in particular, as though he already knew who it was that he wanted and was only trying to find them.

When the sound from the pale Siren egg began, Ryala allowed her focus to shift to the pink egg. This one, for her, held more promise.
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Ladellan

As the bronze hatchling drew nearer, Del kept still. There was no need for him to do anything other than watch and wait, after all. True, the dracling seemed to have hatched from an egg that he'd deliberately passed by a few sevendays before, when they'd all been invited to touch the eggs. But now it was the dragons' turns to do the same with them. So it was no surprise to him that the bronze one would stop here and there, checking them out.

Martirae

The humming seemed to be coming from more than just the stands, but also....her dark eyes trailed over the sands towards the eggs, brows raising. Which one was adding their own voice to the hums of the adults who now lingered, waiting eagerly for this brood to hatch?

Was it that one? Or perhaps that one? Martirae allowed her thoughts to drift out to the eggs, one at a time, as if she felt somehow her prodding inquiries would make something happen. Finally her eyes settled on the pink egg she'd not touched.

Is it you? it was pointed, direct, and she was fairly certain she was right. Who was hiding in there? She pondered briefly, but didn't allow herself to get to far away with those sorts of thoughts. No. She'd stay firmly planted in the moment, not a future that could change and would change for many on the sands.

The bronze finally got down to business and started looking for His (still taking his time, but at least he was doing more than swaggering around), politely picking his way around any females in his path. It was a path Dezerac kept an eye on, in case it brought the dragonet in his direction and it wasn't feeling quite so polite. There was a possibility that it might be his - the same possibility that any of its clutchmates might be - but he didn't allow himself to hang his hopes on any of those possibilities, not when he'd only been disappointed before. It was safer to simply be patient, and assume nothing.

The Siren began to hum, and he split his attention to look to it. It was one of many he hadn't gotten to at the Touching, no guesses as to what might be within.

Faren's attention was quick to turn. While the bronze was lovely, he had already dismissed both she and many of the girls. She gave a soft mental smile into her song, which had stuttered briefly. ~Of course we want to see you! When you are ready to make yourself known, we shall see you all, in all of your glory!~ Faren remembered touching that one. She was so welcoming and inviting, and she wondered if she hadn't been alone in that sort of welcome.

L'rel and Devith

L'rel and Devith had done their duty, they had transported a number of candidates and other less important guests over to their sister weyr so now they had taken time to watch the hatching. The green and her rider had settled high up in the majestic hatching sands, but close enough that they could still see what was going on. L'rel sat content between his beloveds two front legs with his note pad set on his lap, supported on a hard wood board for ease of writing, he had already made a crude sketch of the hatching sands and the placement of the eggs. He had taken an educated guess to the placement of the bronze's eggs, but with the littered shell, that wasn't too hard.

On the opposite page he had made a few notes on the sorry state of the queen dragon and then started to note which dragons had come out in which order, then marked the corresponding number on the egg sketch. He had no doubt Western would also be taking down all such details but he liked to keep his own records.

Devith had stretched her neck out to get a good look at the candidates, poor nervous creatures, though there was some excitement as well the gentle green felt distress for their fear. She had also spotted the candidate that they had flown, the one so traumatized after the hatching.

She couldn't resist, she stretched out her mind to Nebbi for some last minute reassurance while the sands were still occupied by the solo bronze.

'Remember, don't be afraid, stay welcoming, if there is a dragon for you, they will come, and move out of the way if you need to, they don't have good control yet. good luck.'

"Devith, you know you can't do that, not at a hatching'

'It's still early.'

The green was unrepentant.