Berrol entered the Sands, very excited. This was his first hatching, the first he had ever been to. He was scared he may not impress, but excited nonetheless that he was there. He stood and watched, as the eggs hatched. The first was a brown, and then a green, blue, blue and then brown. With only four candidates left on the Sands, Berrol felt his heart sink. The room went dead again, the four candidates' eyes meeting occasionally. Another egg began to rock ferociously, as a stunning blue busted from his egg and shards were sprayed around the sands. This blue was very different from most. Berrol looked at him almost knowingly. The blue raced towards him and Berrol tried to move but it was too late. The blue had him sprawled out on the floor before he knew it.

"Jinerath!! what a entrance...ouch!" Berrol exclaimed.

Are you all right B'rrol? I'm sorry! Jinerath cooed with concern.

"It's all right, I love you very much!" B'rrol said hugging his dragonet, "We are going to live a great life!" He lead his newfound lifemate off of the sands, rubbing his soar back as he went.