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===Shaye and Brown Jinjath===
Crick-crack. The Creeping Wild Egg falls apart in a great rush. With a little push from inside the egg shards fly. A little brown hops out from the egg, and immediately starts running as fast as his newborn legs can carry him. Several white-robed figures dodge as he rushes towards them, no heed for speed or them. He changes directions consistently, always moving quickly. Suddenly, he skids to a halt in front of Shaye, who is too slow to get out of the way. He croons boastfully, and looks into her eyes. "Jinjath!" She cries, and hurries the little brown off the sands.

===H'don (Haddon) and Green Chouth===
The lake trembles violently on the Swan Lake Egg. Ripples appear in its surface as the shell begins to crack. A massive convulsion takes the egg and a small green emerges a shower of sparkling lake-blue shards flying away from her. With swanlike grace she steps forth from her egg, shaking off the last pieces to cling to her. She stops in front of the young holder's son, Haddon, and joy infuses his face. "Chouth! Right away, I promise." An assistant weyrlingmaster leads H'don and Chouth off the sands, showing them to food and more.

===I'am (Ianam) and Green Samith===
Green Eggs and What? Egg lurches back in forth in the sands wobbling like some drunken apprentice. In rears back nearly standing on its end. Then, with a powerful movement forward, a ugly green dragon springs forth from the egg. Its journey lasts not long. For there, standing near the eggs is Ianam. The boy's face explodes into joy, "Oh, don't worry Samith. I'll try some, I promise." I'am and Samith head hurriedly off the sands.

===Young Boy and Blue Yseith===
Wings part almost as though spreading on the Tooth Fairy Magic Egg. A slow rock, back and forth is reminiscent of rocking a small child to sleep. The rocking slows as though the child is suspected of sleeping. Then, and only then can a small glimmer of blue bee seen through the cracks. Carefully and quietly the blue works his way out of the egg. He sneaks across the sand, cloaking himself in his spread wet wings. The youngest candidate catches his eye. Teased throughout the barracks for losing his last molar only last night, this little lad gets a special visit today. With a small sigh, he drops to the sands beside the blue, reaching up to just touch those well formed blue ridges. "Don't worry. A new one will come back, Yseith." Lead by a proud assistant weyrlingmaster, they leave the sands.

===Gold-Haired Girl and Brown Maladurth===
Rising and falling like a galloping horse, the Golden Dell Egg rocks back and forth. Cracks spider their way across its length preparing to give birth to that which hides inside. A brown coloured like the trunks of a skybroom tree breaks forth in a spray of small shards, creeling to announce his arrival. He travels like a rushing water over the sands avoiding all obstacles before they can avoid him. Over there, a bright gold-haired candidate catches his eye. As one, the meet, wobbling in their stances at the shock of impression. Almost a formal bow complete their first greeting, and they hurry of the sands. She murmurs to herself as she departs, "Maladurth. I would brave anything, for you."

===Tyelami and Blue Oymith===
A crack forms at the start of the golden ribbon traversing Poppy Fields Egg. It travels along it, following the path with clean precision until it ends in the middle of the red-speckled green field. From there, they split off in every direction until coming to a lazy stop. The egg slowly falls apart around a blue. It seems to weariness of breaking free of his shell has caught up with him. He's curled up almost though sleeping. A startled creel announces the end of his rest. Wings spread and he travels across the golden sands heading for that nice candidate, Tyelami. She steps carefully towards, caressing his head gently, "I know you're tired and hungry, Oymith. Let's follow her." She points to an assistant, and together they leave, walking in step.

===Da'gan (Darigan) and Bronze Alloth===
Like a boat floating gently on the waves, Under the Sea egg sways gently in the sands. Like a wave crashing on the shore, it breaks for sending a shower of water and seaweed coloured flying out from one end. A bronze hatchling steps forth. His body and wings are wetter with birthing fluid than as usual and his swirling eyes blink at the light. One step than another seems so fluid that he appears to swim across the sands rather than walk. There. His prince in waiting. He trumpets and butts Darigan - Da'gan with his head. "Alloth." The studious apprentice says, rocking in his stance. "Yes, yes. Food. Food?" An assistant weyrlingmaster heads to the candidate's aide as he, for once, forgets something.

===Sweet Girl from Southern Boll and Green Paith===
The pie seems to have baked on the sands. Indeed, the Pastry Wrapped Egg has become cracked like an overdone crust. A small fissure appears between lines of golden goodness. A little green muzzle pokes its way out. Nostrils sniff the air hesitantly the withdraw back into the egg. A moment passed and the pretty green slips her way out. She lumbers slowly across the sand, checking faces and shaking her head. Finally, she comes to a rest at a sweet girl from South Boll. "Paith. Paith." She repeats as she and the dragonet rush for something to eat.