Anajou fidgeted, chiding himself for feeling like a little holdbrat. The first egg to Hatch spills out a green, who looks around at each of the girls, then casts a glance towards the boys. He couldn't help it- he took an impulsive step backwards. Green wasn't for him, he knew that well enough. It was disconcerting to have one look at him.

It occured to him then that no matter what he'd heard about Hatchings, one thing was wrong. He was missing the majestic beauty of the event. A lot of slimy, gooey, gangly dragonets were tumbling out of crumbling eggshells to wander about through the Sands until pouncing on unsuspecting Candidates.

Not only that, but those dragonets were some of *the* ugliest things he'd seen in his entire life.

Shaking his head, he turned to look as a pair of blues Hatched from their respective eggs. The green had gone to a young woman named Raeana, who'd gotten snippy at her Riabeth taking so long to choose. The two blues wandered around, then over to the boys. The larger one barreled right towards the boys, and Anajou heard the cheered names of Rudandi and Krynth. Then, his little brother Marnatath went and bowled over the boy standing next to Anajou, by the name of Telon.

The Avellan gambler stared around him with wide, black eyes. This was sharding dangerous! And the dragonets were being pretty careless. One would think they'd be just a tad bit more careful when there were humans around to be mauled. Yes, stories of maulings always made it to the dragon-hating Avellans.

Takial was next to Impress, leaving Anajou and two others males left on the Sands along with a few girls. He walked off with his new brown Zarkonth. Anajou remembered Landara saying that there weren't to be any bronzes in a white's clutch, and there was his chance, it seemed.

A round of gasps caught his attention, turning him around to see where the small, runt egg of the clutch had rolled over between the two circles of Candidates. It had split evenly into four pieces, and sitting in the remainders was what looked more like a flit than a dragon. It's hide was a creamy off-white, matching it's egg in comical similarity.

It looked towards the girls, then turned towards the boys and climbed to his feet. He waddled over, pushing past Torask.

No, it couldn't be.

He sniffed at Belay, then nudged past him.

Oh no, he was.

The white planted himself in front of Anajou, blinking up at him with those swirling eyes. Then, he turned his head to one side, seeming to smile as Anajou felt a shudder go through his body and his mouth dropped open in awe, his apprehensions seeming to melt away with that look.

{{Tell me. Would you _really_ rather be at that Gather?}} Berigath asks in amusement after a moment's pause. {{And what's a Gather, anyway? Doesn't sound like fun to me.}}

A grin came to An'jou's face, and he couldn't help but laugh at the audacity in this young dragonet. Well, if he had to Impress, at least he got one with a decent personality. "You'll find out what a Gather is later, Berigath. Let's concentrate on getting you some food for now," he added, rubbing at his stomach and the pains he was feeling.

{{Trust me, I feel them worse,}} Berigath chuckled.