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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Nov 20, 2012 18:36:44 GMT -5
Aleiph looks back at Tsadi, face turning beet red. Normally she'd comment on the question, but the last statement makes her feel... She's not sure what. And Zayin grabbing her hand doesn't help, even if it's for only the best intentions.
"Right, we need to-- to be careful, right?" She can't really see out of the corners of her eyes, so she keeps a watch. "Oh, look at that dragon over there! She's so dark she's almost black!" An Onyx? No, it's a green, the light reveals that. Her eyes flick back to the white dragon.
"...What sort of dragon do you think that is, anyway?"
It's certainly not metal.
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Post by catnip on Nov 20, 2012 18:38:35 GMT -5
The boy had bowed to the queen as they entered, and now, was glancing around the sands. He hadn't ever been happier to be a tailed, as he could see most of what was going on.
The cracking and popping of the eggs still made him jump though, but at least he could say he was awake now. Wide awake. His tail twitched as he noticed the little white color hatchling, small but shining, coming towards them, curious to see what was going to happen.
He almost missed the green, in fact, he had missed her hatching entirely having been paying attention to the one coming towards them, but he saw her now, trotting happily towards them. These two seemed relatively good-natured, and he wondered just who in this group they would chose.
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Post by summerrain on Nov 20, 2012 18:51:36 GMT -5
Maika's eyes widened as the White dragonette Hatched first. She made her way to the front, acting much more excited than normal. That one wasn't a normal dragon. It had to be a new one! How incredible! She turned as the green dragon Hatched next, surprised at the darkness of her hide. The White would be an incredible partner to whoever it chose, that was for sure. And a Green was a wonderful choice also. Both of them seemed to be rather sweet and easygoing. Was the White one a female? That would be so cool if it was! _____
Tera saw Daken come over to her and nodded. "Oh, Hatchings are always incredible!" she agreed happily. It didn't matter how late the hour was. Hatchings were Hatchings, and the Clutchmother couldn't always predict the moment the eggs would begin to Hatch. "Look at that one! It's white! I've never seen a White dragon before! I mean, some of the night dragons look really close to that, but not as white as that one! Wow!" Amaro was nearby, sitting quietly despite all the noise. The canine sniffed Daken, then licked the boy's hand once before settling under Tera's feet. "Good boy Amaro," Tera praised. She petted his head a few times before turning her attention back to the Hatchlings. _____
A new color. I guess it's a good thing we came back then. And that Green is of a good size.
"I gotta agree with you there Azurath. That white one doesn't look like the other nocturnals. There's nothing shimmering on its hide." Ik'tamal had calmed down a bit, now that the Hatching had started. As long as nothing happened to his sister, then there was no reason to get worked up. He turned, seeing something out of the corner of his eye. It was Nyche and her Lash Raxth. He held up a hand in greeting, then turned back to the Sands. Maika... What are you thinking? You're more likely to get hurt if you're that close to them!
I don't think she can hear you, Azurath piped up, his mindvoice also hinting at the excitement of seeing new Hatchlings come into the world. Ik'tamal swatted at the Purple, but didn't hit him hard.
"You can be a real pain sometimes, ya know that?" Azurath just gurgled a laugh.
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Post by vworp on Nov 20, 2012 19:19:49 GMT -5
Cyndell could hear cracking, but it was hard to make out the eggs. The first dragon to emerge was bright white, so she was easy enough to see. The second hatchling was dark, and in the shadow of the larger eggs, he couldn't quite tell what color it was.
Despite having difficulty seeing, he still hovered closer to the back, wanting to get a feel for how Hatchings worked before moving up. He'd get closer to the front in a few minutes, but right now he was still a little uncertain about things.
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Post by colordeaf on Nov 20, 2012 19:21:00 GMT -5
Tsadi would normally do something in return to being grabbed- perhaps a protest or even just a flirt, but instead she falls back in line wherever Zayin wants to guide her without a word. Her eyes are on the hatching now, and for once the young woman is quiet. She heard the words of those beside her, and listened to Zayin, but it still takes a moment for the meaning of it to catch up to her.
She barely manages a nod, eyes glued to the clumsy and then more graceful movements. She’s seen dragons before, but for some reason it takes effort to even glance away towards Zayin and Aleiph. Even that lasts only a fraction of a second before she’s watching the dragons again. That white one was so foreign, so strange, and Tsadi’s trying to place if she’s seen anything like it before. But watching the green one move, the girl is still. She wants to remark on their beauty, to say something, but she decides against it. Maybe better to wait. Remain calm, like Zayin said.
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Post by moonchilde on Nov 20, 2012 19:40:35 GMT -5
"I can't tell," And Zayin squints at the dragon, but she's not sure. Despite being weyrbred, she has only so much experience with dragons. She's less concerned with the colors, though, and more concerned with whether this will be the turn she finally impresses.
Feeling daring, she edges forward a little, though careful to stay out of the white's path. She wants a closer look at the dark green dragon. "As long as we're careful, it won't hurt to look."
Letting go of Aleiph and Tsadi seems like the thing to do, no point in literally dragging them along. She lets her hands hang at her sides, feeling a bit awkward. Honestly, after so many hatchings have passed, she's been tempted to simply grab a hatchling and stare into its eyes, but the legends don't say nice things about those who force impression. It's considered rather impolite, not to mention risky. Zayin's not one to act on impulse, either. She acknowledges the wish, lets the scenario play out in her mind, then puts it aside. She's going to do this the right way. She's been searched, hasn't she? Or at least deemed worthy to stand, not just allowed due to her birthplace. She's going to impress. There's got to be a dragon for her.
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Post by Whim on Nov 20, 2012 21:48:56 GMT -5
Rekima paused as the first hatchling emerged, able to catch a glimpse of the pale hide despite the darkness. It sounded as if another hatched, but he couldn't make it out in the darkness.
The nocturnal hatchling went past Rekima, not close and paying no attention. Oh well; it was the first of the clutch, and something like eight of ten pale nocturnals were from the lowest rank; chances were this one was as well. So really, it was good for Rekima that he'd been ignored.
...That didn't make him feel much better about it.
Well, there were fourteen more eggs; at worst, if that other crack he'd heard was one hatching, thirteen. Plenty left for Rekima. And the nocturnal hatchling had, at least, shown him exactly where the eggs were, so he could safely get closer.
(And what if it was on the far side...?)
A few steps wouldn't hurt.
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Post by NPCs on Nov 20, 2012 22:40:56 GMT -5
The white hatchling moved toward the candidates, considering. There were many, many of them, and the hatchling wasn't sure which one to choose. Some of them were not possible at all; some were possible. But the hatchling could not tell which was best. Well, then, the hatchling would look. It stepped into the midst of the candidates, weaving between them and turning its head every way to look at them. That one was not possible, that one might work, so might that one, that one would not. Perhaps the hatchling would look at all candidates first, and then choose? Among the eggs, two rocked frantically; one, near the middle of the clutch, constantly, and one, near the entrance, sporadically. Both were slowly digging themselves into the sand, but the added resistance only seemed to encourage them. Despite that, it was another egg that broke first; one near the sporadically rocking egg, spilling another pale hatchling onto the sand, who squawked and rolled into the sporadically rocking egg, knocking a hole into it. There was a cry from inside the egg, and the scrabbling sounds of wet claws, and by the time the second white hatchling had righted itself, a small blue was squirming out of the hole in his shell. He too was pale, easily mistakable for another nocturnal. The green was searching, but much more quickly than the first nocturnal hatchling was. She paused a slight distance from the candidates, turned her head to look, and then bounded toward the first possible Mine that she found. Aleiph! Aleiphmine! I am Orath, and I am hungry! Where is the food?Orath #005511 female, green, no mutation rebellious, optimistic, energetic, doesn't think things through average sized; will be 16 feet when full grown Back among the eggs, the largest egg in the clutch finally managed a crack. This crack was followed by a pause, and then, suddenly, the shell broke entirely, depositing a large hatchling--once again, pale as a nocturnal--on the sands. The hatchling snorted at the sand, and decided that staying where it was for a while sounded just fine. It had just spent quite a lot of energy breaking that shell, after all. The second nocturnal squeaked as it got to its feet, leaning over to nose the nocturnal-looking blue. He tilted his head, chirped back, and took a step toward the candidates. The nocturnal bounced, bounded a step toward the candidates, and promptly tripped over shells and sand, going down with a squawk of protest. The blue cried in, truly, more distress than the nocturnal showed, and hurried the bit of distance to hover by and nose at the nocturnal's legs and wings until it was back on its feet, slowing the process significantly. The nocturnal didn't seem bothered at all, chirping at the blue once back on its feet, and then heading--quickly, but not bounding this time--for the candidates, trailed by the blue.
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Post by summerrain on Nov 20, 2012 22:53:09 GMT -5
Maika watched the little White, only just now spotting the strange shimmery pattern on it's hide. So, a nocturnal. She waited, watched as it passed by her without a second look. Too bad. That one would've been incredible. She looked over at the Green, who went to a girl Maika knew was named Aleiph. It seemed that Impression had been made, by the reactions of both the girl and dragonet. Maika returned her attention to the eggs in time to see a pale Blue hatch from his egg. He can't be alright, Maika thought to herself. He's so pale... Maybe something's wrong with him... But he's probably a very kind little thing. Her suspiscions were confirmed a few moments later when the second nocturnal Hatchling fell and the little Blue helped it back up. The two came toward the Candidates, but then the largest egg hatched, and another Hatchling that appeared a nocturnal spilled out onto the Sands. That little one didn't do much, though. Strange... ____
Everything seemed to be going smoothely. The White, Ik'tamal had noticed, was actually a nocturnal. He spotted the shimmering hide patterns as it passed by a lamp on it's way to the Candidates. He saw the Green Impress to a girl, but he didn't know her. He watched his baby sister as the white passed her by. Disappointment was part of a Candidate's life. He knew he'd been lucky to Impress Azurath his first time Standing, but he'd also been a few Turns older than his sister was at this moment. She wasn't old enough... But he couldn't do anything now... She was already down there, and disrupting a Hatching was against protocall.
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Nov 20, 2012 23:02:59 GMT -5
Aleiph stays near Zayin, hoping the white dragon doesn't come barreling into them. She glances over at Tsadi, not quite sure how to handle things. But the others seem calm and she's been Standing for this long. She supposes she should wait and see if one of the dragons is made of metal. She's certain they won't Impress until later, anyway. Maybe there's not a dragon for her at all.
"I wonder, what if a dragon chooses the wrong person?" It's almost a silly thought. "Though... Though I suppose they have their ways of knowing--"
The green bounds over and Aleiph screams, not because she's frightened but because suddenly there's a voice in her head and there's this new ball of emotions. She pushes past Zayin, reaching down to throw her arms around the little dragonet, tears in her eyes as she laughs. She stands, her train of thought completely lost because Orath is starving. She doesn't even look at her friends, too busy with the hunger of her green.
"Th-They have food over there."
She wipes her eyes, the grin on her face almost out of place, and Orath speaks again (and it's wonderful! For once, everything they told her was true!). Let's go get it then, Aleiph! Hurry up, hurry up!
And for a moment, Aleiph remembers that her friends are here. She glances at them. "I-I'll meet you both later. Good luck!"
Only then does she carefully lead Orath over to the food, slowly remembering that young animals are prone to tripping or falling. Orath's gaining her senses fast, though; the Bond might help, and Orath speaks as clearly as a human would.
Who are they, Aleiph?
Aleiph hasn't quite learned how to mind-speak back to her little green. It might come naturally over time, perhaps when she's more accustomed to feeling-- feeling like this. She wants to call Zayin a liar, because the emotion and love for Orath is nothing like the way Zayin described.
"They're my friends. Zayin and Tsadi. We'll meet them later."
Friends?
Aleiph takes one of the baskets of food from the table, opening it. Slabs of meat are inside. Hands still shaking, she begins feeding her Green. "They're... They're people that like you."
So they're good?
"Yes."
Orath sniffs at the meat momentarily, then says plainly, Then I like them. If they're good for my Aleiph, then I like them. And then she bites down. Orath eats hungrily and rapidly, and Aleiph has to watch carefully to make sure the poor thing doesn't choke.
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Post by moonchilde on Nov 20, 2012 23:09:15 GMT -5
There’s a surge of pride, of joy, as Aleiph impresses. Zayin steps back out of the way, as is proper, but part of her wants to linger. She spares a moment to glance at the other new hatchlings, a blue and a nocturnal, but her attention is still on Tsadi and Aleiph. As Aleiph and Orath make their way off the sands, she turns, and she wants to call after them- at least ask the green’s name.
But she doesn’t.
She watches as they make their way over to food, then turns back. Her dragon, her bond has to be in this clutch, too. This feels like a good omen. She steps over to Tsadi, closing the space between them that Aleiph’s left.
“I bet you’ll be next,” she says encouragingly.
Eavla watches wordlessly as the first dragon impresses. Her eyes flick over the dragons without a sound, and she’s barely reacted to the hatchings at all. However, something crosses her face as the first girl and her dragon step off the sands, and maybe her eyes are feeling a little muzzy.
She looks up just in time to spot the blue, and something about him… the nocturnals frighten her. She doesn’t like the night. But the blue is so small and so beautiful, and after seeing a peaceful impression, she’s a little less afraid. She leans in, watching. Part of her wants to enjoy watching the miracle of the dragons hatching, of watching them bond, but a greater part of her reminds her why she’s here. Why she’s so desperate to impress /now/, to impress this time. She nervously adjusts her robes, her hand rubbing across her stomach, then going to her hair to smooth it down. She can’t stop staring at the dragons.
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Post by catnip on Nov 20, 2012 23:14:02 GMT -5
He was a little surprised that the green had impressed first, and his eyes darted over to where the white hatchling was wandering. It didn't seem to be in distress, though it obviously hadn't found their partner yet, so he was able to look over towards the rest of the eggs.
More were hatching, another nocturnal, and then, was that a blue? Or was that another nocturnal? He couldn't tell, and he almost took a step towards it to see.
Be patient. He reminded himself, forcing himself to stay where he was. He didn't want to get in the way of the little ones finding who they belong with.
Dakon
He giggled at the lick the dog gave him, and patted him gently on the head. "You're such a silly dog." Things had really gotten started now, and his eyes moved back and forth, trying to make sure that he wasn't going to miss anything.
"Look at all of them!" One, two, three, and that one had impressed all ready! He found himself on the edge of his seat, all excited. He couldn't wait until he was old enough to be out there, and he suspected that Tera probably felt the same way.
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Post by colordeaf on Nov 21, 2012 3:20:42 GMT -5
It was an easy decision to follow Zayin, and so did Aleiph. There was a surge of excitement when the green ambled towards them, but Tsadi jumped when Aleiph screamed and had to fight down the urge to jump to the girl’s defense before she’d even looked (and why wouldn’t she defend a friend). It took a moment, but when Tsadi realized that Aleiph was not in danger, that she had Impressed, she almost felt silly. Before she could, such feelings were drowned in a swell of pride. It was such a beautiful green, too. She’d make sure to say as much later.
The excitement was starting to catch up to her. She watched the blue and the nocturnal with interest, and the blue held her attention- she almost didn’t catch on to Zayin and that really wasn’t like her, she usually hung on to every word because she understood that it was important. It’s the tone that reaches her before the words do, and that smile that comes so easily finds Tsadi again, finally. “Try not to be silly. You are a catch, Zayin, and dragons are smart. They will understand.” And why wouldn’t a dragon Impress onto Zayin? Tsadi couldn’t think of a valid reason; Zayin understood more and was better prepared than Tsadi did. It wasn’t that Tsadi was stupid or had not learned her lessons. Rather, it was more that she had been so certain that there were always more questions to ask, more things to learn.
Tsadi isn’t sure about the nocturnal, doesn’t really know what to think about them. She’s sure she should have preferences, but the one thing Tsadi knows she does not want … she doesn’t dare say. Zayin is moving again, but the young woman doesn’t continue following. She tries to be careful and aware of her surroundings, remembering what the girl told her about not winding up underfoot of a dragonet, and yet she can’t help but look back towards the eggs, almost distracted by the possibilities. Still, she also approaches the blue - or is it a nocturnal? She can’t quite tell, not really. Zayin probably knows.
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Post by vworp on Nov 21, 2012 15:48:42 GMT -5
As the green neared the candidates, Cyndell could make out her color. She Impressed to one of the girls, and he smiled. That was the first one gone. He'd heard that green hatching first was bad luck, but considering his upbringing, he didn't put much stock in people's superstitions about bad luck. More eggs hatched, revealing a pale blue and more nocturnals.
However, Cyndell's attention was on the first white nocturnal dragon, who was weaving amongst the candidates. Cyndell moved forward, wanting to get a closer look. She was so close, right in the group of candidates.
He was nothing if not tactile, and it was hard to resist. His fingers twitched. As the white hatchling passed him, he reached out his fingertips. Maybe just a little touch, one second...
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Post by redwerecat on Nov 22, 2012 1:03:25 GMT -5
It's silent while the reedy tailed man finishes the embroidery on one of his coats, fingers moving almost with a mind of their own as M'khor weaves the thread in and out of the fabric. Bukharmath is silent behind him, the dark blue dragon not asleep, not yet, but quietly pondering some great mystery. M'khor, sneaking into the dragon's mind every now and then to glean the general sense of his thoughts, leaves him to it, mostly because this great mystery appears to be centered on how to make it rain more often, because it smells much better when it rains.
M'khor has never questioned his lifemate's train of thought before, and he isn;t about to start.
There's a loud rumble and a flurry of movement and it's shortly followed by a yelp as M'khor impales his index finger on the needle he'd just jabbed into it out of sheer startlement. "Shaffit, dragon, what now?!"
The blue is on his feet, mantling his wings and groaning, but his eyes glitter with excitement. Mareth's children hatch, Mine! He says, and the glee in his voice is just as clear as the rumbling hum that emanates from his chest. We have to go!
There's a pause, and M'khor shakes his head then, and just sets his work aside. "Ogf course we do, how could we possibly miss it?" He swings his har back, tying it away from his face with a scrap of leather, and gestures to his dragon to be patient as he makes sure he's stopped bleeding. He's doing it on purpose, actually, just to annoy his beloved blue, and when they finally end up leaving, Bukharmath is nearly shaking in excitement and he speeds to the hatching grounds more quickly than M'khor thinks the blue has ever flown, landing in a huff on a ledge and creeping forward on his belly to look over the sands. M'khor slides off his back, leaning against the familiar hide, and tries to pick out candidates from the sands. He sees a girl with a green dragon and quietly smiles- always a good sign, in his opinion. Some people say it's a strong sign to have a bronze or brown hatch first; he thinks a green hatchling adds a feminine touch to the whole affair. Very well then- Bukharmath croons to him happily, and they both watch to see what the pair of nocturnal dragons will do, or the poor pale blue.
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He WAS awake, that was the problem. When he heard the commotion, he knew exactly what was going on, and exactly what was to be done. The problem was, when he started this all, he was halfway up the wall of the weyrbowl with no obvious way down...
"SON OF A BITCH." Siarryn swore, quite loudly, and began backpedaling as best he could in an effort to make it back somewhere he could begin climbing down again. This was actually more an exercise in practiced falling, and the best and most efficient path down that didn't involve broken limbs.
(If the question was to be asked 'why is Sia up a wall in the middle of the night?' the answer is inconclusive, but probably easily answered with 'Who the hell even knows; the kid is a weirdo.')
His hands were chalky, and one hand was missing a layer of skin from where he scraped it in his haste to get down, and his hair was a wild mess, and there was dirt and dust streaking one side of his face, and his tail was a little bit damp from a fantastic fall-slide he'd taken that had been meant as a shortcut down the rock face and ended with his ass in a puddle, but shaffit, shard it, sweet mother of all golds Faranth, he was booking it to the sands. He skidded to a stop (and into a wall) as a series of little 'pop' noises told him Bounty and Gambit arrived, the pair of flits struggling to foist the candidate's whites between them- Sia had never been so glad they existed until then. Not particularly caring who saw and probably enjoying it more than he needed to) he stripped off his clothes on the move, shucking his shirt, vest, jacket, belt- he debated trying to change his trousers while running, but the technical problems therein seemed to complicated (and he had never bothered to fix his candidate robes to fit a tail without flashing his rear everywhere), so he just threw on the robes over his pants and kept running.
Bounty and Gambit managed to fetch the rest of his clothes and return them to his quarters- Sia reminded himself to seriously overload them with treats later.
Gambit even popped in carrying his hat, and the lemur-tailed (and very late) candidate stopped right then and there to kiss the little bronze as he settled the hat between his large ears and damn the consequences.
And then he was on the sands, shuddering in the abrupt heat. It took a moment for bright red eyes to adjust, and as he began to get a better look at the sands he remembered the great big imposing figure of the queen dragon, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks, bowed, and hoped she wouldn't take his pants and rock-dustiness as insult too terribly. Now what was going on...?
AH! There. He ignored the girl and her green (though Aleiph did get a brief considering look, and a grin- he liked her well enough, even if he was pretty sure she hated him) as he circled the opposite way to track down a particular person somewhere on one side.
"Your hair looks terrible, sug." He purred, sidling up to Rekima's other side and clapping him on the back. (Yes, as a matter of fact, screw the rules, Rekima's more interesting than procedure, thanks), Why he felt the need to stick to him he had no clue, but shaffit, he liked him, and hey, he seemed like he was doing something much more interesting. Begging the question, of course- "What are you doing, anyway?"
Yes, good work, Sia, you're going to get yourself kicked off the sands. If the Hat doesn't piss off the queen, maybe the blatant ignorance of the traditional awe and worship of the eggs in favor of seeking out your friend might. Or might it not? Ah, hell. Sia didn't care. If he impressed, he impressed, if not, he'd have just as much fun doing anything else he wanted. He saw no reason to change who he was in hopes of a dragon picking him.
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Nazene was, oddly enough, not asleep either. When she heard the call, she had been sitting on her bed, talking to salt. Not important things, but just little things- why she was here, was she doing okay, was Salt alright, had he seen her other shoe-
So why had she frozen up? The call rang out, and she'd draped the candidate robes over her, not sure how she felt about the loose fabric clinging to her equally white scales. She decided actually she didn't like it very much. "I think I prefer the juggler's clothes." She remarked to the funny blue flit on her shoulder. "Not as eye-catching. And they were dyed in neon purple." She tugged the fabric away from her skin again, disliking the way it stuck on the rougher patches. "Uhg. We don't have a choice though, not if we want to do this..."
She headed for the sands quietly, doing her usual thing and hiding from as many people as she could just out of habit, ducking into lesser-used corridors and avoiding the crowds. Thus it was that she ended up outside the hatching sands by a far door, one rarely used since it was not the one leading to the stands those were on a different floor, anyway) nor the one closest to the candidate quarters...
Actually, she was closest to the healers now... she didn't know why, but she lingered near them for the very beginnings. She was overwhelmed at first by the sights (even in the dark), the eggs, the people, the dragons. Oh my word, the dragons... she caught herself staring at THEM moreso than the eggs, at least up until there were cracks and noises and she distantly heard someone make a sort of noise of glee- she spotted the green dragon and her new rider, and the nocturnals and the blues. And then it was them she was captivated by, eyes wide and staring.
It was still another few moments before she found the nerve to take a step, and she snapped out of her dazed, awestruck trance with a hiss. Gathering her wits, she slid around the side of the sands, joining her candidate group in a moment. She still hesitated before getting too close- she didn't know them well, barely knew the names of anyone, only slightly recognized the other snake-tailed boy. She wondered if she should join them, make herself a part of the group.
Were dragons pack creatures? Did they need the bond of closeness, or would that get one of them hurt? ...Was she over thinking this?
With a low, quiet breath, she steeled herself, and face the eggs. There was a faints hiss, the sussuration of sand in her wake as her thick tail dragged in the sand (which was quite hot, now that she was this close.) She squared her shoulders back and faced the dragons, watching them. It wasn't time to worry about the others, and she wasn't going to waste time crying if a dragon picked someone else. But while the babies were still on the sands... she allowed a sliver of hope to creep in, and bit her lip. Of course she quickly hid the emotion... she wasn;t going to appear weak or nervous, not here.
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