Lamanir shifted from foot to foot, looking at the rocking eggs. Aein and Zyranth had just called the Candidates a few minutes ago, and most of them were already circled around the eggs. Twelve eggs, and twelve Candidates. This meant that Lamanir's chances of Impressing were almost one hundred percent, and there probably wouldn't be a repeat of Wenaveth's clutch hatching. He would Impress!
He glanced over at Panitatil, who seemed remarkably calm. He'd been rejected by the last dragonet on the sands at another Weyr, even when he was the last Candidate. Luckily, the little bronze had found a suitable match among the specatators.
And with that thought, the first egg in the dozen cracked open. Lamanir found himself looking at a beautiful sky-blue, tiny dragonet. His eyes flicked up and down the row of male Candidates, but turned away with a cry. The Candidate gasped quietly, and saw that many of the other males were doing the same. Would the dragonet go between?
He turned his lemon-shaped head around, and spotted Cethitca in the group of females. With another cry, this one that made Lamanir feel empty inside, he ran to the female Candidate. She murmured something to the blue, then led him off of the sands.
A brown followed the blue, and Lamanir watched as a green with a banded arm chosen Jandis. A shy green stumbled over to Etala, while another small blue, this time dark, darted to Panitatil.
Two dragonets, an average-sized blue and a tiny green, hatched at almost the same time. The dark, delicate green hissed at the blue as he tried to choose before her, and Lamanir bit back a chuckle, watching the green then mince to Nerloi. Deep inside he thought that their personalities matched. If Asaria hadn't been Searched, Lamanir was pretty sure that he would be falling for Nerloi.
Another blue hatched, and crooned at his few moments older brother. The two nearly identical blue brothers headed to two Candidates- Geoffil and Ghiban.
At this point Lamanir found himself getting nervous; would he Impress, or would he end up like Panitatil: rejected by a dragonet for someone who hadn't been Searched? After already not being chosen once, he couldn't bear to have that happen. What would Asaria say about it?
And it was then that Lamanir's eyes found Asaria in the crowd. She was near the front tier, and so close to Iraith that he hadn't even thought to look there. It was mainly goldriders and Wingleaders that got good seats, but Lamanir kicked himself for being so stupid. Asaria might not be a goldrider, but shardit, she was a whiterider! Even though Alingath was still a weyrling, she was seen as higher in rank than adult greenriders by some of the Weyr residents.
She smiled reassuringly at him, then nodded towards the eggs with an unspoken message. Lamanir turned around, and found that there were two dragonets left; one blue, the largest in the clutch and average in color, and one larger than average green, dark in color.
The dark green chose first, and Lamanir watched as she headed to a very relieved Elevia. She reassured the dragonet about being much better than a blue that one of Elevia's friends had Impressed, and the pair then walked off of the sands.
Lamanir held his breath, but the dragonet had no doubt in his mind as to whom he wanted. He charged past the broken remnants of eggshells to butt his head against Lamanir's legs, then looked up into his eyes.
Suddenly Lamanir found himself lost in a whirl of rainbow eyes, and wondered how he could of dreamed of wanting a dragonet from Wenaveth's clutch. No, he wanted his wonderful Rysendith, who's name he somehow knew without knowing how.
I know your name, L'mir, and you know mine! We are perfect for each other, are we not? Rysendith asked. Then he suddenly became very curious. Can blues fly whites? I think you would be happy if they could, would you not? A certian white, I believe... Alingath?
Lamanir, now L'mir, chuckled softly. "What do you mean, Rysendith? Of course blues can fly whites!" And he looked up at Asaria. An embaressed smile spread over the whiterider's face, but Rysendith's crooning brought him back to the present.
I am hungry, L'mir! Let's go get something to eat!
Weyrling Stage
Dark Moon Weyr