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Raedue gasped and jumped up as an egg started cracking. "Yes. Here's our chance indeed." He grabbed his friend's hand in his excitement, needing something to squeeze now that the tension and anxiety and all the other emotions that came with a hatching had slammed back full force.

Hello, Ianquith. Asceth replied, warmly. He liked the green, she was always so nice! Her nature wasn't like the other greens, needy for attention or angry. That marked her quite well, in Asceth's book. And it helped, that his bonded was acquainted with hers.

"Aw man." N'tos looked sympathetically at the green, knowing that nature didn't match this blood-thirsty atmosphere earlier in the hatching. "It looks like alot of the dragons were perturbed by this. What happened?" He heard snitches, and scraps of this Kyllae person. But nothing of what had actually happened.

Do not worry. Everyone has come out well so far. Asceth tried to soothe the green, his own eyes were a jade green. See? He nodded to the angry golden queen who had already walked off to the feeding area.

But the sudden lull was broken.. N'tos noticing out of the corner of his eye, that another egg was hatching. "Hopefully, it won't be like the others." He noted, watching with distant golden eyes. "We wouldn't want Ianquith and Asceth fearful again, would we?"

“That’s a good idea,” Kagiya said, in agreement with Dolmin. Better to wait an’ keep the beasties at bay, and then get your shot at them. Besides, if they were yours they’d go for you, right? “We gots to try it, when we Stand.” It was unspoken between them that they would be Standing one day. Both of the Weyrbrats were convinced that they alone were worthy of that distinction, in their own way, so that was not surprising.

She oohed and ahhed as events took place, and Impressions were made, peering out over the Sands. Just then, she thought she saw a familiar face. “HEY! Hey Dol, lookit! That’s my daddy!” At least, she thought it was S’kagi. It was real hard to tell from where they were. She could be wrong, but she wasn’t going to admit to it, not even for a moment. Not ever.

“I wanna be a rider just like my daddy,” she confided in Dolmin, feeling as though it was perfectly reasonable to think of such a future. Look at all those eggs! Dragons had lotsa eggs, so one of them one day had to be hers. Right? Right? Well, if she didn’t Impress she could be a Healer like her mommy. That would be good too. Daddy had said that Healers were important.

At some point in the evening, Inaari had simply stopped her vigilant watch and had simply sat down on the warm sands to rest her head on her arms. The girl had never been much of a heavy sleeper, so when the murmurs and gasps started again, she would be awake to see. Or so she'd thought! Now, only with a rush of speech rushing through the Candidates left on the sand, did she lift bleary brown eyes to stare at the Shetland egg.

She blinked once, twice, and then shot forward onto her hands and knees, scrambling to stand up. Another egg was about to hatch! Perhaps with the time between this hatching, and that of its angrier siblings, this egg would behave normally!

But in this batch, who even knew.

She was still gently swaying from foot to foot as the Shetland Pony egg started up. The small egg could be hiding another green, she fantasized, or another blue. In any case, it could be something for her; there was a small chance, however small, that she was staring at the egg containing her future. Okay, taking it down a notch, Weiwin just tried to relax in her skin. She was perspiring just a little and her frizzled black hair was drawn back into a short braid just soaking up the sweat, but she had to relax if only a little. She arched her back slightly and dug her sandals into the sands. No more swaying. The dark egg with its dirty spot got her full attention, head turned to the side and eyes wide with curiosity.

S’van, of course, did not at all approve of the injured party being O’asis’ benefactor. Of course, S’van didn’t approve of man stealing women who only fluttered about like wherryhens—and that was enough of that thought. Vera would’ve smacked him for thinking it anyway. In point of fact, the woman in question reached over and swatted the back of his head just on principle. “Pay attention, S’van!” But S’van couldn’t pay attention, because now that all of his friends (save Inaari) had Impressed, he was waiting around for O’asis to show up.

Where was Kas? Shardit, if one was a Bronzerider, one had an obligation to attend Hatchings… didn’t one? Ah well. Even as Vera chided him, he felt justified in his musings. Oooh. Look, an egg was rocking! Curiously, S’van peered out over the Sands, trying to decide what he thought would Hatch from it. Would it be a Blue or a Green? Or, perhaps… a small Brown? Maybe. They’d have to see, wouldn’t they? Distantly, he nursed the fear that the little thing wouldn’t hatch after all.

What happened when eggs were touched before their time? What happened when there was no Touching? He didn’t know, and he dreaded finding out. He had heard rumors that dragonets went between, and didn’t return. That was a horrible notion. A terrible notion. It… he just couldn’t stand the thought of the little beasts being harmed like that. Somehow, in the midst of this, he managed to summon up some sympathy for the girl who had started it all.

Surely Kyllae had had no idea. She hadn’t seemed like the kind of girl who would willfully put tiny lives at risk. But… then again, he didn’t know her well, and what little he knew didn’t seem terribly positive. This only confirmed his first impression of her. Yet… still, she must have regretted her actions. Was she, even now, regretting them as she watched? Ah well. There was no point in worrying over something that had not manifested yet. So far, aside from being angry, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the dragonets.

“Kas!” S’van crowed, and pulled his friend into his side for a moment for a hug. “No, you didn’t miss much… just the Queen dragon Impressing, and a brown, and a bronze… and shells, you missed people being mauled. Hey! Did you know Rinfala Impressed the Queen?” And that M’al had Impressed a Blue after being mauled by the Brown? “Actually, yeah. You missed a lot. Wherry. Where were you?” S’van, of course, had missed him, and it would’ve been nice to discuss the events together. There'd been another couple of dragons in there, but he really hadn't been paying attention at that point, sadly.