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Candidates: Bria, Dal, Denali, Giada, Emmy, Elise, Oreithiya, Razi, Vashelle, Wyriker

Dragon Writers: Ali, E'ten, Hattie, N'muir, N'rov

NPC Emits: Ali, Hattie

Dragon Puppeteers: Ali, E'ten, Hattie, N'muir

Bulky Brown and Weyrbred Candidate

Love's Tradition Egg shudders in a determined sort of way, tiny flecks of shell starting to fall away until the dragon inside is able to break free. The brown hatchling that spills from the egg is on the bulky side, struggling to stand under the weight of muscles not yet used to carrying such a large bulk with finesse. It takes him a little time to realize he's turned the wrong way around - and though Isyath and Vhaeryth are very interesting - they're not what he's looking for. Once he's pointed in the right direction his weighty steps bear him with a plodding pace, until he's selected one of the weyrbred candidates.

Small, Dark Bronze and Weyrbred Older Boy

Glitzy Glam Egg shatters apart quickly, and the relatively small size and dark hide of the dragon that hatches from it suggests at first glance it's another brown - however, as the small dragon starts to lift his wings and let them dry in the heat of the sands it soon becomes obvious he's a dark-shaded bronze, on the small side. His stature doesn't seem to correlate to his lofty demeanor, however, as he surveys the grounds for a time before finally choosing an older boy from the Weyr.

Dark, Wiry Bronze and Older Boy

Worthiest of Souls Egg cracks apart piece by piece - first a wing, then a leg, then a tail finally emerging into the light. The dark, wiry bronze untangles himself quickly and heads immediately towards a wide-eyed, older boy whose expression indicates he might well have been searched and dumped onto the sands only moments ago. The wonder that springs into his eyes as Impression takes hold is genuine and startled.

Blue and Ruathan Boy

She Was a Star Egg rolls over, coming to a rest against the egg next to it. Some industrious wiggling later finally leads to a blue spilling out onto the hot sands, quick to right himself. He takes two steps, and stops. Another two steps, then another rest - though it seems less like he's resting and more like he's taking the moment to cast calculating, intelligent gaze over the candidates. His slow, sidelong approach finally sees him settled pointedly in front of a Ruathan boy, who exclaims, "What? Yes! Hungry, right!" before he's shuffled off helpfully by one of the assistant weyrlingmasters.

Blue and Candidate

Hard-boiled Egg twitches and wiggles, like the occupant just can't wait to escape. Moments later the plain shell shatters, revealing a blue within the midst of the shards. He doesn't take long to find his feet, heading straight over to investigate the candidates. The blue hatchling regards a younger blonde with a deliberate stare, sneaking closer. Yes, this one! In his haste to make his Impression, there's a bit of tangled limbs and breathless laughing which leads to the dragon's name being quite inaudible - but his Impressee seems happy, if a little sandy by the time they sort themselves out.

Tiny Green and Weyrbred Girl

Crazed Comic Egg barely shakes before large cracks begin springing down the side of it. Moments later, a tiny green bursts from her shell, in a ball of energy. She's dizzying to watch, if one follows her, flittering from investigating her dam and sire with a happy little greeting, to nudging (then tripping over) one of the other eggs, until she finally comes to rest somewhere behind the candidates after a long, circuitous inspection of the galleries. It's a weyrbred girl from the lower caverns that finally claims her, the roar of her parent's dragons audible from the ledges as the girl clings to the tiny green's head.