This particular day was an extremely hot and tiring day. First thing in the morning the riders had to be summoned to fight thread, which had been falling off of schedule lately. They were gone most of the morning. The ones that remained at the Weyr were busy with the normal and extra chores while Green Aphanith fluttered around her eggs. Once the tired riders returned and were cleaned up which was around noon, everyone began to relax. The candidates were excited about the recent Fall and the imminent Hatching of the eggs that they were hoping to Impress. The Weyrwoman and Weyrleader were busy tending to the many weyrduties and looking over old records. Most everyone and everything had headed to the comforting shade of the weyr and were trying to laze about. The dragons were sunning on their ledges and swimming in the surrounding lakes. Jengra, Green Aphanith's rider, was busy tending to her weyrmate's, D'vian, Blue Prototh who had a badly scored shoulder from the Fall.

"So when do you suppose the eggs shall hatch?" D'vian asked Jengra as she finished bandaging Prototh's shoulder, "Prototh has been jumping around like a crazed wherry and has even prowled onto the hatching grounds with Aphanith and helped with the eggs." Well, what can you expect? This is the first clutch I've sired. Prototh puts in to D'vian.

Jengra laughs, "Oh I don't know, probably soon because the last time I checked up on the eggs they were hard as a rock." She tightened Prototh's bandage and patted his shoulder, "There you go, all fixed up and ready to go."

Jengra! Aphanith's frantic summons burst into the healer's mind, the eggs are hatching! Ready the candidates! I want my babies to Impress! "Oh my, why today?" Jengra questions outloud as she imforms D'vian.

"D'vian get Prototh to summon as many weyrfolk as he can! The eggs are hatching! I'll get the Weyrleaders and the candidates." Jengra left and D'vian soon follow suit as Prototh tooks to the air and bugled loudly as he flew to the Sands.

Meanwhile, on the sands, Aphanith nudged her eggs around a bit just as Prototh flies in followed by many more dragons and their riders. Through another door Jengra appears with a whole mess of weyrfolk and white robed candidates. It's about time! Any longer and the eggs would've hatched without you all. Aphanith murmured to Jengra. The tired yet excited candidates stand in rows talking amongst themselves and eagerly watching the eggs rock back and forth. Just as the last person is seated in the stands a large cracking noise rings out across the hatching grounds.

An egg shatters into pieces and a large brown baby dragon falls to the sands. Its whirling eyes scan as far as they can see and just as it begins to stand up another eggs cracks open and a glossy green dragon falls atop its brown clutchmate. They both struggle to free themselves and the brown irritably snaps at the green. Shaking their heads, they begin walking towards the candidates. The brown trots over to the boys holding its head regally. It stops in front of two boys, one a tall blond headed man (the older of the two) named Karyle and the other a young boy with light brown hair by the name of Daven. The brown walks first to Daven but suddenly turns and pounces Karyle, crooning and nudging his face. Karyle lets out a startled cry to the brown, "Yenitoth, you want me? Well, alright but you must get off of me." The pair get up and walk out to the feast. Daven turns away, a saddened expression on his face.

The little green wastes no time in choosing her bondmate. She eagerly runs up to Onhara, stretches out her long neck, and looks Onhara in the eyes. "Vilith! Oh that's such a beautiful name! Yes, of course I'll feed you. Follow me!" The happy pair leave the hatching grounds.

D'vian and Jengra smile happily in the stands and await beside the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader for the remainder of the eggs to hatch. A small egg begins to roll around and cracks open. The all the candidates circle around it hopefully, all looking to Impress.

A tiny white nose pokes out followed by a shiny white head and a dainty white body. A gasp circulates around the cavern and Jengra almost falls out of her seat. A white dragon! Aphanith smiles happily and croons encouragement to the hatchling. It lets out a bugle and shakes its head at the candidates, hissing. It then gets up and runs around the candidates examining them but never getting too close. One candidate, Myun, steps back a little, trips and falls. She attracts the attention of the young white dragon and it trots over to her, peering curiously at her. It nudges her and tries to help her get up. "Oh I'm fine, Prith, no need to worry. Wait a minute, you want me to be your rider? You must be joking! I'm not qualified enough for you but if you insist." The redhaired teen from Istabitha's Weyr looks in surprise at the dragon. The surrounding dragons hum approval. "Oh, Prith, I couldn't be more happier! No come on, I know you're hungry. Let's go get some food." The dragon needs no encouragement and hurridly waddles to the feast after Myun.

Prototh looks to his rider who nods with a smile of pride.

Five eggs suddenly hatch and dragonlings appear everywhere, three blues and two greens. One of the smaller blue dragons dashes towards the candidates and in its haste, it falls and gets its foot caught in the hot sand. Crying helplessly it looks for help and Naron, a tall, blue eyed male from Aneris Hold, rushes over to help it. He strokes the dragon's neck saying soothing words as he pulls its leg free. The blue hits Naron's shoulder with its head and looks him in the eyes. "Iroth, your name is Iroth? I'm Naron, well I guess N'ron now!" He hugs the blue tightly and laughs to himself. "No, of course you're not clumsy! The food is that way. C'mon, lets go. Oh, I'm sure you're foot will be fine. I'll get the healer to look at it after you eat." They walk away.

A rather large green tosses her head and calls for attention as she begins sizing up the candidates for a likely rider. After several minutes a woman with brown hair and a scar on her right shoulder that goes by the name of Qulla, steps forward and grabs the green's head and turns it towards her. The startled dragon is forced to look at her and suddenly both candidate and dragon get a look of intense joy and happiness. "Her name is Bertith!" She cries and she and her dragon exit the hatching grounds.

The second green, a smaller and seemingly calmer one, had had plenty of time to look over the candidates but was still puzzled as to which candidate to choose. Unexpectantly, a small gray and white cat trots up to the green and purrs, weaving in and out of the small green's legs. It looks at the cat curiously and follows it as it walks back to its master. The green dragon looks up at the tall, blond haired woman and croons. Jayella looks down at the beautiful dragon before her, smiling. "You know Galith, this started out as a pretty terrible day but you make it all wonderful! Oh, this is Tiggy, my cat. I knew she was good for more than catching tunnel snakes!" She scratches her dragon's eyeridges and they leave the sands.

The two medium-sized blues who look strangely identical to each other waddle over their chosen ones. Daven & Tienne exchange amused glances and meet their bondmates halfway. Tienne impresses the handsome Dasoth while Daven embraces the excited Wasenoth. The four walk most happily off of the sands together and towards the smell of food.

The remaining four candidates peer at the last two eggs of the clutch and then at each other knowing a couple will not Impress. Both eggs begin rocking at once and the larger one hatches a brown dragon followed afterwards by a large blue. The candidates encircle the two dragonets and begin trying to call to them mentally. The blue looks around at the candidates and begins trying to move in all the directions as the candidates begin slowly stepping forward. Damien, a dark haired lad from Sunset Hold, badly wanted to Impress a dragon and was not about to lose his only chance to try. He boldy walks to the large blue sending out a stream of loving thoughts and the blue looks at him with interest. It slowly walks towards him, scanning him up and down. Suddenly, the blue pounces on him, knocking him down. Damien gasps as he falls and looks up to see a dragon with a draconic grin across its face staring straight at him. He chuckles and scratches its eyeridges. "Did you have to jump on me, Ziyoth? I'm completely out of breath you silly dragon! Well, I kinda figured you were hungry. If I was stuck in an egg for that long a time I'd be extremely hungry. Come, lets head towards the feast. I feel as though I could eat a whole herdbeast!" He practically yells it and the crowd in the stands laugh.

The brown dragon had been waiting patiently for its clutchmate to Impress and looks over at the remaining candidates, ignoring the mental comforts they were trying to send him. It trots towards Jendar, a rather short teen, and headbutts him. Jendar looks down at the brown dragon. "You know Kertoth, you didn't have to do that but oh well..You should see the weyr I've prepared for you! You'll love it!" He laughs and strokes the dragon's head. "Come now, I know you're just as hungry and thirsty as I am and the feast awaits." The last pair walk across the hot sands and to the food.

Laris and Selen look sadly at one another because they hadn't Impressed, but Weyrwoman Bretta reassures them that there will be plenty more clutches and they are bound to Impress at one of them. She and the Weyrleader walk with them off the sands followed by their dragons.

Prototh bugles and flapps his wings as he flies down to his mate, Aphanith, who is looking after her children as they leave. They twine necks and fly up to receive their riders and go to the feast with everyone else.

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