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Nador looked at Jaral nervously. The dragons had begun humming a few minutes ago, and that meant the eggs were hatching soon. And Jaral didn't even seem nervous! Of course, Jaral had several other things to occupy his Harper mind, such as that other boy who Impressed a green at another Weyr a few months ago.......Nador sighed. He would never understand some things about Jaral. Wouldn't Jaral rather wait to see if he Impress himself? Before starting a relationship with a dragonrider? Ah well, what did it really matter?
"Hey Jar, when do you suppose they'll come for us?" Jaral shrugged and looked out the only window in the Candidate barracks.
"I dunno. But maybe we should put our robes on now? Just in case..." Nador nodded and immediately began to change, completely ignoring the other Candidates in the room. They all seemed nervous too, and followed Nador's example of putting on the whites now. Jaral smiled to himself before he changed, Nador had so much confidence now! It as wonderful!
"Candidates! Get to the Sands, now!" A dragonrider poked his head around the door before promptly striding off down the hall. Nador gulped and Jaral smiled. This was it! Today might be the best day of their lives, or the worst.

As Nador came onto the Sands, he didn't notice the heat the way the others did. They kept lifting their feet and hissing. But all he could think about was his dragon.
Jaral felt the first pangs of nervousness as he looked at the eggs, rocking and cracking all around him. Oh, he didn't think he could stand it if he didn't Impress. Now why would I think that? He asked himself, but no time now! The first egg had split and a large brown dragonet fell to the Sands. The crowd around gasped with appreciation as he Impressed the boy Meaki. Nador jumped back a bit, he hadn't even noticed the crowd in the stands. No time. Another egg was hatching, and another. A blue and a green..oh! The green was attacking the little blue, poor thing! It tumbled backwards in a desperate attempt to escape, and Nador looked down to see the tiny creature looking up.
Hello N'dor. I'm Burkth. You were meant to be a dragonrider N'dor, and I your dragon! N'dor felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he embraced his dragon.
"Yes Burkth, now I know I was meant to be a dragonrider." N'dor smiled and led his beautiful blue Burkth from the Sands.
Jaral was in shock as he watched his brother Impress. What a beautiful sight! Nador...no, N'dor now, was so lucky. Will I Impress? Jaral thought apprehensively, hoping to Faranth he would. Jaral watched as his brother led the blue Burkth from the Sands. But other eggs were hatching, and he had to present himself didn't he? He turned around and was surprised to see another blue, smaller than Burkth, but bulkier staring right back at him. As he looked into the creature's eyes he felt his joy and absolution and love rush through him. He had Impressed!
J'ral? The tiny blue questioned. I am Piloth. Are you disappointed? But J'ral felt the humor in Piloth's meaning.
"Piloth!" He exclaimed happily. "No, I'm very happy! Thank you for chosing me."
No problem. Piloth replied nonchalantly, and J'ral smiled and reached down to hold his dragon. You know, I am hungry. J'ral laughed, and led his Piloth off the Sands. Both he and N'dor were dragonriders now, and everything would be alright as long as he had Piloth, and N'dor had Burkth.

You take more scrubbing, Burkth, than any other dragon I know." N'dor mumbled to his blue. Burkth, who was quite a large blue, sniffed about arrogantly and snorted.
Whatever.
"Good thing Piloth's not so big." N'dor's brother, J'ral, called over from the other side of the bank by the weyrlake. "I wouldn't have the patients to bathe such a monster each day."
I'm not a monster! Piloth, always the defensive one, cried out. J'ral smiled and patted his dragon's neck.
"Of course not love. I didn't mean it like that." J'ral reassured his dragon, and Piloth began to croon. Of the two blues, Piloth was the more emotional, childish type, where Burkth was just plain full of himself.
It was a restless afternoon for the four of them. Their first flight would be that evening, and both N'dor and J'ral were nervous, and that leeked over to their confident dragons. Piloth claimed flying was what dragon do, and therefor no one needed to worry. Burkth on the other hand quirped that he supposed he could do it, but would J'ral mind if he couldn't? J'ral had sighed and told his dragon to listen to Piloth for once, and Burkth had just warbled more distressingly. Honestly, J'ral sometimes didn't know what to do with Burkth. He hoped the dragon would grow out of it when he was older.
"Do'ya suppose either of them will be better at it?" N'dor asked his brother quietly, not wanting to sound too eager to compete, although he really was. J'ral shrugged his shoulders and left Burkth's side to be closer to his brother.
"I doubt it. the Weyrlingmaster says all of 'em do about the same their first time out; I wouldn't expect Piloth to fly better than Burkth, or vice-versa." J'ral scratched his chin. "Although given Piloth's grace, he might be able to endure more flight his first time out than ol' bulky Burkth there." J'ral smiled and waited for Burkth to say something in reply, but that reply never came because T'ner, another weyrling, went darting past them, yelling at them to hurry up-it was time to fly!