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| C'ron & C'san Candidates | Impression | Weyrlings | Riders |
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| Callaron stood uncomfortably on the sands, glaring at his half-brother and then at the eggs rocking slightlt. What was he DOING here?! And then suddenly, the first egg hatched, spilling out a green - even Callaron was astonished at the emotions on the girl's face as impression was made, and he looked towards the eggs with more enthusiasm than before - not that Callaron would admit _that_. Casan smiled at his brother, gazing with eager eyes at the remaining clutch. Already more pairings had been made, and the harper was more than a little worried that he wouldn't Impress. Callaron was suddenly drawn towards a pair of eggs hatching at almost exactly the same time, a dark brown and a bronze. He knew, in a moment, that one of them was meant for him. Callaron had a fleeting thought that maybe the bronze was coming for him - but then Hatsuroth called out his name, butting the candidates leg. |
| You don't want him! The little brown exclaimed. I am much better. And who's Frewelath? Grinning so wide it covered his whole face, one single happy tear slid down Callaron's face. "Nothing for you to worry about, dearest, I have you now. Casan watched with joyous eyes Callarons - no, C'ron now - impression, but still that niggling fear the he wouldn't impress nagged him. It was only he and a few other candidates left now - and two eggs. Interrupting his thoughts, both eggs cracked, revealing a light blue and a green within. Shoving each other, Naojith finally turned to Casan. She's stopping me from coming to you! Help me pass! Laughing, Casan scitched the blue's eyeridge. "Well you're here now, Naojith. Certaintly took your time!" And the pairs of new riders exited the Sands, to feed their hungry dragonets. C'ron, Hatsuroth, C'san and Naojith all walked together. |