Perfectly Pleasing

[fadingmemorie]

Gaelle awoke to the sound of Aliath humming in the cavern. The dragon had taken to sleeping with her eggs, and her rider joined her on most nights. It was usually comfortable on the sands, if a little hot, but Gaelle felt guilty if she left the broody dragon alone too long. The gold was stretched around her eggs, tail lightly flipping through the air in anticipation. It begins!

Soon, the air was full of humming dragons. The Weyrwoman rose from her comfortable chaise lounge and ran for the entrance to the hatching grounds. Soon, she knew, she'd see the Weyrleader on his way to watch the hatching. If he chooses to show at all, she thought to herself, remembering his tardiness to occasions with her. It seemed the man just threw his entire spirit into his work, and it often left him with little time for his Weyrmate.

"Oh, Aliath," Gaelle said, running back to the dragon's side. The eggs were beginning to show striations from the dragonets inside breaking out. Their mother hummed harder, encouraging the tiny dragonets to persevere. Then she turned her head and roared at the cave entrance, calling Xialanth to her side. "No" was an answer she would not accept. Even if E'dian chose not to come, the Queen's Mate would be at the hatching of her first clutch.

[wonder123]

How in the First Egg had Trevan ended up at the front of the line of Candidates?

The summons had come abruptly, and it had been a stroke of luck he'd even been in the Candidate Barracks at that moment. Older riders assigned to help them poked and prodded him into the ceremonious white robes and sandals. "Right now?!" But he didn't really get an answer. Everyone was in a frenzy to get there in time to see the new Queen's first Hatching. The nervous energy had caught Trevan up in its wave, and he had to fight nausea and anxious thoughts as he was marched through halls and Bowl to come, finally, to the Hatching Grounds.

These sandals were annoying as anything, forcing apart his big toe from the others. Combine that with the little protection it gave from the sands, it was a miracle in and of itself he could stand still for more than a minute. "Where do we go?" He whispered as inconspicously as possible to the person behind him.

They just stood there? How were they supposed to impress dragons like that?

[LyricalBlue]

Both Weyrleader and bronze arrived in similar fashion to when Aliath had laid the clutch. E'dian was quickly off his dragon's back and onto the hot sands. Nearly copper wings spread again as Xialanth leaped into the air to perch on a rocky outcropping near his mate. The large bronze joined in the hum, his head swinging back and forth as he looked over the lovely gold and her eggs.

E'dian's long legs carried him to Gaelle's side in short time, even if he muttered under his breath about the heat burning through his riding boots. As Xialanth launched himself upwards again, E'dian found himself nearly knocked over by the force of the wind. He pushed mussed hair back and strode the rest of the way between him and the Weyrwoman.

Ahh, the expression on her face was not the best as she caught sight of him. Had he forgotten something? A glance around confirmed that the eggs had not hatched yet. He spotted the Candidates being herded in by A'rik. Good solid brown rider there, E'dian half wondered if he wouldn't be willing to train the Weyrlings as well.

"Ah... greetings Weyrwoman." He dipped his head in greeting, not entirely sure what to do. He still had a hard time pegging the woman's moods. They either seemed to work together like any good team should, or... they fought like blues after a green. Well, he was determined not to make a Hatching anything but a joyous celebration, especially when it was her first. E'dian slung his arm around her waist and kissed her soundly.


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Iaslia found herself directly behind Trevan as the Candidates were herded into the huge Hatching grounds. She yet again marveled at the sheer size of the cavern, it was large enough to house all the Weyr's dragons and then again some. As Trevan asked the question, Iaslia bit back a sharp retort and she hissed back a quiet reply.
"Follow the Candidate Master dim glow! And don't crowd the eggs!"

Her hands clenched at the white robe that was the traditional Candidate's garb as she shifted from one foot to the other. The sands were well known for burning many a Candidate's feet. Green eyes locked on the eggs and their golden protector and Iaslia couldn't help but gasp. This was what they had been waiting for, Aliath's first clutch. Since Arizith died nearly three turns ago, the young Queen was the focus of much talk at the Weyr.

Though, despite the small difference in their ages, Iaslia knew the young woman little at all. It could be understood though, with a growing Queen, one had little time to spend socializing. Iaslia's eyebrows pinched together and she thought she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. This was what they had all been waiting for.

[hrsegrl]

Evalos was not new to this. When he heard the humming of dragons he left his chores, unfinished and made his way to the Candidate Barracks. There was no need to rush, he had time. Better to arrive cool and collected than to look like you just rushed into the most important day of your life.

The twenty turn old was not showing outwardly what he was feeling inside. Excitement was almost eating him up from his stomach out. As a habit he ran a hand through his dark brown hair. This was it. This was it. He told himself and then put on the white robes as ceremoniously as he could manage. Slipping into the sandals for the last time he sighed, nodded and walked off toward the Hatching Sands.

When he got caught up in the crowd of other Candidates he tried to push his way to the front, all the while looking for his neice. He had hoped they could be nearby to see one another impress. Evalos only hoped they hatched quickly. He almost could not wait to start the rest of his life.

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Havalie's hair was being plaited into a single braid by her mother while listening to a song her mother always sang to her when she was little. She of all the children was more like her mother than her father though not as much of a pushover. "Is that humming?" She jumped to her feet with a half finished hair style.

"It is! It is! Mother, dragons!" She was so excited, her blue eyes seemed to light up with it. Havalie kissed her mother on the cheek and then ran out of the room, heading for the Candidate Barracks. This was the best day ever! Or it could be, she hoped. Her heart felt like it was going to burst from running all the way to the Barracks but she felt like she could do it again if needed.

Her mind was going a million miles a second so that it took her what seemed like forever to get the white robes on. The sandals were easier. Before she knew it she was behind all the other white robed candidates. Where the others in her family were she didn't know but she thought she would be able to find Caselo so easily. If he didn't show up she was going to kill him with her bare hands. He knew she hated to be in front of crowds of people.

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Master Phaedon smiled when the sound of humming thronged through the halls. It was time then. He gathered the apprentices and journeymen who followed his every command. "Apprentices will help the Weyrling Master hand out meat to the newly impressed Weyrlings."He smiled, all but his daughter were going to do that. His daughter was going to help him. He needed an extra pair of hands and eyes throughout the Hatching.

" Journeyman, check each one before they leave the sands. Once they have the okay from you, instruct the Weyrlings how much to feed them in the morning and to meet the WeyrlingMaster by the lake as soon as they are done eating. There are so many the man can't do it by himself."

Phaedon had his whole "team" ready before they reached the Sands. He stood on the edge where the Master Healer always stood on this occassion. "This is the best part of my job." He said wistfully knowing it would be over all too soon.

[Redden]

"D... Do yo... you have t to run so... fast?" Nanyaa huffs at her brother as he literally drags her to the hatching ground by her arm. The two had been no where near the barracks when they heard the hum. He had shoved her the whole way there and now dragging her down to the sands. He simply stops looks at her with one eye brow raised and she new with out him saying a word what he was going to say. With a sigh she nods and actually runs with him, or as fast as they could go in the such flimsy footwear. This is the day they've been dreaming about for some time, she just really didn't see a reason to be in this much of a hurry.

As they get to the grounds other candidates are still arriving and they wander in following them timidly, hoping they were doing the right thing. Out of habit Nanyaa practically hides behind her brother while they wait on the hot sands taking in the cavern. The tension in the air from everyone scared the young girl, what will happen, what should she expect? So many questions ones she could feel running through her brother's head as well. Her heart pounds as she digs her fingers into Navace's left arm, letting him know how nervous and excited she is as well.

[janus]

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other Navace tried to keep the sand from burning one foot for to long.

When he had last felt this excited, this hopeful, this nervous and so full of dread at the same time? How many hours of every day had been spent in the daydream of being connected and flying into battle with a dragon? His mind was racing at an impossible speed and was only brought back to the moment by a painful pressure on his left arm.

Glancing back he saw Nanyaa holding onto his arm and he offered a small smile to her. He could read the nervousness and excitement painted all over her face and he reached back and squeezed her hand briefly with his.

Whispering with a smile he jokingly said "Try not to worry, I'm sure of the two of us they will find you a bit more agreeable than I, and if all else fails maybe they will let us share one?"

[starshine]

A'rik stood tall at the front of the Candidate line up, Pantoth, humming along, held a position at the mouth of the cave by the border of the sand. The Candidate Master looked back at the heads of his charges with pride. There were so many of them, which was nice since the clutch had been so large. His green eyes scanned their faces. Trevan, a very new candidate in from Ponaa Hold was in the front. He was a sturdy boy, with a good head on his shoulders. Behind him was Iaslia, a girl who was a constant headache for A'rik, though she had the mind and heart of a leader. Her uncle on the other had made A'rik's mind hurt. He was as arrogant as they come, feeling that he was entitled to much more then many of the others. Then came Havalie, the girl was a constant rush. She was bright and easy. He smiled at the thought of her personality. Bringing up the end of the line came two of the newer candidates. Nanyaa and Navace, siblings. The boy being sure and calm, his sister being more timid and nervous. Lastly was Kesstriel, an intuitive girl, mostly quiet but ever thinking.

He gave them each a look of pride and of mindful watching before turning to face the eggs. He looked up to the Master Healer Phaedon, then to Gaelle and E'dian standing beside Aliath. The young queen had done well, what with Xailanth being her mate, these dragonets were sure to be healthy.

He checked once more to be sure his charges were in the proper line then turned and lead them onto the sands. He kept a slow pace, taking the line along the exterior edge. His mind was swimming with memories of his own Hatching. When he found Pantoth. A surge of warmth waved into him from the brown. I found you, and you are mine. Yes...

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Kesstriel stood at the rear of the line. Her fellow candidates decked in the traditional white robes. Her dark hair was set into two tight braids. Silver eyes traveled to the stands, searching for her mother Miri. The pleasant woman was sitting warmly with the other Cheche mothers, her usual comfortable self. Kess ran a hand over her hair, then turned her attention to her fellow candidates.

Trevan, a new addition to the Weyr was heading the line. He must have been close by. She smiled. He had proven to be a good friend. Her cousin, the rush that she was, stood behind him. She held a special place for Kess. Iaslia's uncle Evalos was behind her. He was arrogant, shards and shells stubborn as well. She looked at each candidate each so different from the next. She couldn't help the smile on her face. It spread as wide as it could. This was truly the best day so far, and she was sure there would be plenty of brilliant times to come, no matter what this day would bring.

[E]

Somadin had found himself tripping over his own small feet as the humming began. He knew what it was instantly, but never before had he felt so excited by the humming. Running through the sudden swarm of candidates in the Barracks, he used his small size to his advantage for possibly the first time of his life as he dodged and ducked his way to his own trunk by the bed. Pulling out the white robe, he was glad he had taken it to the crèche ladies before hand to have it hemmed. Sandals were put on as he hopped back through the crowd. He would be on the sands in time if his life depended on it.

Both sandals finally on and strapped, he stopped his hopping and took off at a full sprint coming up to the line of candidates making their way onto the hatching grounds. The eggs were rocking, shards had he taken that long? Following, a full foot shorter than the candidate before him and nearly that much shorter than the one behind him. He worried for a moment that nobody would be able to see him and rocked from sandaled foot to the other anxious and hot.

As they curved around the eggs, however, and stood side by side, Somadin couldn’t care how tall those around him were. His eyes were glued to the eggs as they shifted and rocked in the uncomfortable sands. He had done everything he could during the past weeks in the candidate lessons and chores both. Will it have been enough?

[LyricalBlue]

The humans in the cavern all grew hushed and pensive as the hum of the dragons increased in volume. All urged the hatchlings within the shell onwards and the anticipation hung heavy enough in the massive caver than one felt it could be cut with a knife. As Aliath bent her wedge shaped head protectively over the clutch, the whole of the Weyr had eyes only for her and her eggs.

Everyone in the cavern did not fail to gasp as a large egg rocked violently to the side and cracked. The whole top side of the egg shattered off, oh yes this one wanted out. His proud defiant head was seen by the crowd first. And as he roared out in his hoarse, little voice, not one thought he sounded like a newborn hatchling. He shook his head and stepped carefully out of the remnants of his shell, tail lashing around and scattering the remaining pieces.

As his hide glistened under the light of hundreds of glows, everyone could see now what he was. A fine, strong hatchling, everything in the right place and if the arrogant tilt of his head did not give him away his rapidly drying hide did. Ah, bronze. He was a bright bronze, like his father, but closer to the classic shade with green darkening along his joints and wings.

He stayed where he was till he was solid on his feet and stared the long line of Candidates down. Oh no, there was no stumbling for this one. But as he glared at the human children before him; another, smaller egg rocked and cracked. The hatchling that tumbled out left none confused as to his color. Even through the damp egg goo. He lifted a much smaller head than his brother and looked around with what seemed to be little surprise.

As he crawled slowly out of his shell, everyone could see that his hide was a dark, clear blue. And like a sapphire, he glistened under the lights. His brother meanwhile pushed past several of the boys and locked his red whirling eyes with a tall lad.
Ev'os. I have been waiting for you. I am Rovanoth.

The midnight blue was like his brother, decisive. The one he wanted was right in his view. He spread his wings for balance and they were a good spread indeed, even for a hatchling. He looked like a light build, more for speed than anything else. To everyone's surprise the candidate he approached was not male, she was indeed silver eyed, which grew progressively wider as the quiet hatchling approached her with a dignity beyond his years.
Kesstriel, I am Claralth.

After these two, came three greens in prompt order, whos happy boys announced them to be Hiath, Lanath and Jenath. But it seemed the rest of the clutch was not to come quiet yet, as there was a long pause until the next egg began to shake vigorously. As the newly Impressed Candidates and hatchlings were rushed to the side to the waiting meat filled buckets, the rest of the Weyr looked on in awe.


((Rov's color is 666600 and Clar's is 000066))

[hrsegrl]

Phaedon tried to hide his surprise at the first being Bronze. The dragon had exited his shell very carefully and seemed to have made sure not to injure himself. A very sturdy dragonet that was and an omen of good luck if one held stock in such things.

The Master Dragon healer was only too happy to see the next dragonet was a bouncing blue. This one too seemed to be in great health. The real surprise there was that he impressed to a young woman. The three greens after him all seemed to come quickly.

To him the worst part of Hatchings was that they were over so quickly. They had a good number of Candidates this time so he hoped they did not lose any Between. Those were circumstances that Phaedon disliked most. He could do nothing to help a dragonet that could not find their rider.
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There were very few reasons to be late for a Hatching. Caselo knew that not many would have stayed at the stable and continued to help. The mare was a sweet thing and he felt sorry for her. Breach births were not easy for anyone. So Caselo had stayed and was now late to the Hatching. Even when washing up after being bloodied by placenta and other baby stuff he took his time. Better to appear clean and be late.

He had run all the way to the Sands only to be handed a spare white robe and sandals. Quickly he rid himself of his own shoes and threw on the sandals. The white robes he put on over his clothes. When he arrived he could barely see through the sea of white clad humans to know what was happening. Someone had impressed already and he had missed it.

How much had he missed? Caselo hoped not too much but then there was always next time if he did not impress today. One life was not more important than another. The foal deserved help as much as a dragonet did.
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The blonde woman watched in anticipation as the first egg hatched. A Bronze! What luck! She wondered whom he would choose and could only hope it wasn’t someone she disliked. Unfortunately the Bronze seemed to choose someone more like himself. The pair was perfect for each other except for the fact that she would rather meet the dragon than have to deal with Ev’os for two turns in Weyrling training.

Kesstriel she was surprised impressed a blue. More so because he was a male dragon than that she impressed. Havalie generally liked the girl and was happy to see her impressed to the lovely blue. Despite her own feeling that there were two down and only so many left to go. With the three greens hatching, she held hope that perhaps one might glance her way but all three impressed to boys.

The moments seemed trickle by and fly at the same time. Hatchings always seemed to be this way. In the back of her mind she was concerned still that she could not find Caselo but she tried to push that aside. The focus needed to be on the hatching dragons. Havalie really did not want to know what Iaslia was going to impress. The girl was trouble and so was her uncle although it was much too late for him, his ego was probably sky high about now.
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The dark eyes of the youth watched the first egg begin to shatter. This was it. He wondered briefly what kind of dragon would come from the first egg. Bronzes were always the best to come first as they were supposed to be good luck. Running a hand through his brown hair he took a breath. The dragon that came from the shell was a Bronze. He knew it before the hide even began to dry. That’s the way to do it. Show them who you are. He smiled. Bronzes were the best for a reason.

Oh my word. The dragonet was pushing Candidates aside and looked like he almost mauled a couple of them. It would serve them right though, getting in the Bronze’s way. He however was not going to move. Nor would he have need to. The Bronze locked eyes with him. Ev’os had never been so complete in his life. He felt a mixture of emotions to great to explain in words. Ev'os. I have been waiting for you. I am Rovanoth.

“Rovanoth” The young man felt the name on his tongue. That would work just fine. That is what I said. Somehow I thought the first time would have been enough. By the by, I am very hungry.[/color] No one could doubt the Bronze was what he was. He was as arrogant as his newly impressed rider and fully aware that he deserved all the attention of the crowd. Not that his blue brother hatching after him bothered him at all. It wasn’t worth worrying over and he was hungry. As he mentioned to Ev’os for the third time since Hatching.

“He is called ROVANOTH!” Ev’os shouted to the stands and then scratched the Bronze’s eyeridges. “Lets show everyone how its done.” The newly impressed youth walked with his dragon toward the awaiting meat and journeymen dragon healers.

[starshine]

A'rik stood to the side by the bright golden queen. He watched as her eggs one by one began to twitch with more vigor. The moments of each hatching were fast approaching. His green eyes scanned the row of candidates. How quickly had this all come? It seems like only yesterday they were sitting in my classroom, giving me fire about this and that. That was only yesterday. A smile spread across his lips. The first of the eggs rocked onto its side, splitting to reveal the dragonet within. It was a healthy bronze. He watched with pride as the newly hatched bronze marched with sure steps to a tall candidate. Evalos had the makings of a fine, if not arrogant dragon rider, a bronze would suit him well.

Not long after the hatching of the bronze did yet another egg dissipate. Even through the dampness his color shone true. A blue of a magnificent sapphire color emerged, again which sure steps to its perspective rider. Kesstriel? The young girl stood her ground before the blue. It was an unexpected impression. A'rik looked closely as the two, dragon and rider bonded. He crossed his arms over his barrel like chest. He only hoped that he had done them well while they had been candidates.

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Kess held her breath. The eggs were becoming more active, the sounds of scratching coming from within. She watched patiently from her place in the line as the first of the eggs gave way to the large bronze dragonet within, his hide dark with egg goo. The time was finally here, the eggs were finally giving way. She closed her eyes for a moment then focused. The new bronze marched with purpose, making a line to Evalos. She smiled. It was fitting. She looked along the line of others then back to the eggs. A healthy blue had split his shell.

He looked along the row of potential riders. His red eyes whirling as he went. Sturdily built his size was large for a blue. His coloration was clear and perfect, an excellent shade of midnight. Kess' eyes were fixed on him. She couldn't look away, almost as if she want made to look into them. Kesstriel, I am Claralth. Her silver eyes grew wide.

Kesstriel took a step forward. "Claralth?" Her voice was soft and unsure. She was in disbelief, she had impressed a dragon. Her eyes traveled over the large dragonet. She repeated his name, more sure of herself this time. "Claralth!" She beamed. Yes, I've waited for you. His red eyes moved in the direction of the waiting meat. Without another thought Kess lead him to the waiting master healer and the journeymen.

[wonder123]

It was a shock, to say the least, when the first egg began to rock violently. Involuntarily, Trevan took a half-step back, before getting himself together. None of the other candidates seemed to be bothered. This was just another thing they'd forgot to inform him of.

His body was practically vibrating. The humming had grown to a feverish pitch, and Trevan could feel his anxious excitement rising with it. He'd never been good with surprises, he just wanted things over with. But for this, this was almost worth the wait. He held his breath as the shell broke open to reveal it's prisoner. A bronze! His eyes devoured its every movement, trying to remember this moment of the first egg on his first ever Hatching. The arrogant hatchling paid no attention whatsoever to Trevan, and was heading towards the middle of the group.

Somadin! Was it going for him?!

No, it impressed to that sullen boy. Even without exchanging words with him once, Trevan knew that it held nothing good for the rest of them. Well, Tre could stand for himself. But that's not what he was worried about....

A blue had escaped his notice - it wasn't until he heard Kess' yell something that he turned her direction. She'd impressed! What a rotten friend he was, not even paying attention.... Something about colors passed fleetingly in Tre's mind, but it was gone just as quickly. She'd impressed! "Good job Kess!" He shouted out to her, forgetting where he was for just a moment.

[LyricalBlue]

Those gathered in the cavern did not have to wait very long for more of the hatchlings to make their way into Pern's air for the first time. After the three greens burst into the world, there was one egg that rocked a long time before giving a heave enough to crack its shell. A few minutes later the hatchling had widened the crack so it was large enough to slide out of.

It was another blue, though much smaller and lighter in color than his brother. He was clearly timid and did not even begin to approach the candidates. One boy rushed forward on his own, past the others and wrapped his arms around the dragon's neck.
"Oh! His name is Arleth!"

Two more greens found their way out after their brother, the larger, darker of the two found a boy quickly who announced that her name was Merlth. Her smaller, nearly mint green sister took her time in finding a partner and wandered around for some time mewling.

While the little green wandered around one of the larger eggs finally rocked hard enough to pop the top of the egg right off. The egg flopped over on its side and a moment later a large brown tumbled out. He was only a handspan smaller than his bronze brother. He paused to study his surroundings and as his hide dried the crowd could see that he was a deep rich klah color. Even as a hatchling the little creature looked solid and well muscled.

He had none of the sleekness of his smaller siblings but instead looked built for stamina and strength. The brown looked around slowly, not hesitant but clearly taking his time. As he stood and began to make his way to the Candidates, one boy got caught with a stray claw as he walked by and fell with what was likely a fatal wound. The brown finally stopped at the one he wanted.
T'van. You are right. I am Hirith.

As the brown found the human that was his, the little green finally settled on a young man in the rear. He cried out joyously to everyone up in the stands.
"Her name is Lelth!"

The young boy led the timid little green off the sands as another blue hatched rather unceremoniously. This one was the blue of an early morning sky, dark and musky, filled with promise. He swung his head to his left, immediately spotting a Candidate and the boy dropped to his knees as the blue flopped over to him.
"He says hes Balth!"

(Hir's color is 660000)

[fadingmemorie]

~~PART ONE~~

Aliath purred to her mate, as Gaelle kissed E'dian passionately. Despite their problems, they seemed to make it work for the Weyr. The hatching of the bronze first was encouraging as well, and the blue thereafter was the perfect example of healthy. The clutch was beautiful.

More dragons hatched, more candidates Impressed, and the cycle continued. Aliath seemed to glow brighter and brighter, and she stayed glued to the spot she occupied now, tail firmly planted in the hot sands. She seemed to be anxious over her young, but not enough to cause trouble. They were going to be with their riders, and there was no better happiness for a dragon. "Aliath, we did it. You did it. They're so beautiful!" Gaelle patted the dragon on one giant pendactyl claw.

The Queen gurgled and her eyes whirled faster. A green and a blue broke out of their shells at the same time. The blue wandered to a sweet natured boy in the back. "His name is Bysanth!" The two headed to the table as another blue tumbled onto the hot sands. He was a bit more haughty than his brother, taking his time to choose his rider. Meanwhile, the green still looked over the candidates, unsure of where her rider was.

A third blue dragonet hatched, rolling around the sands and having fun. He was a silly dragon, and he managed to knocked into his new rider. But the stout boy didn't move an inch. "His name is Perdith." It was a statement of simple fact, but the candidate was still grinning ear to ear.

The green began to pace in front of candidates, growing anxious. A larger shell cracked and bursted, revealing a proud brown dragon the color of cocoa. While the green nervously looked at all the candidates, the brown's gaze fell on only one. Nanyaa. I am Niddalath. The brown approached the girl, and bumped her gently with her head.

The green finally spotted her own. Havalie, it's me, Sarenth. Can we eat now? Please? She started to run to the new weyrling, tripped, got back up, and joined her rider at her side. Nuzzling her hand, the green pushed the girl towards the meat tables.

~~PART TWO POSTED TOMORROW!~~

[Redden]

As the hatching began Nanyaa stepped beside her brother and laced her fingers in his, holding his hand tightly with a slight smirk on her face, letting everyone else express all the excitement she was feeling. The twins where young yet, and frankly Nanyaa was not expecting for her or Navace to get impressed in this hatching, so when the brown locked eyes with her and spoke it felt as if her heart stopped for a moment.

Stunned with both happiness and sheer amazement at what was happening, not believing it until the dragon bumped heads with her. Finally releasing Navace's hand, she takes Niddalath's head in her hands she lovingly butts their foreheads together. "Niddalath" She states with a soft but genuine smile, mostly letting her twin know, but loud enough she's sure someone else heard.

Leading the way to the food tables she stops suddenly and looks back at her brother with a worried look, he had not gotten impressed yet. If he doesn't that means they'll be separated, he'll still be a candidate. Unsure of how to feel about this she furrowed her brow and stood there as if mystically the answer would come.

Niddalath shoves Nanyaa hard with his head toward the tables, causing the girl to jump forward and she simply nods in acknowledgment and smiles that soft smile. Navace will be fine, they'll still get to see each other, she now has something, someone else to worry about for now. With everything she felt, the happiness, excitement, a feeling of finally being complete, and all she could do to show it was simply smirk.