Hatchings

The sun beat down overwhelmingly hot over Darkling Dawn. It was the middle of summer, the sky was bright and completely empty of clouds. It was a very nice, very hot, day.
It was also the day Jubilerth's eggs began to hatch.
The red-green-silver-gold dragoness shifted her weight lazily. Her tail flicked tiny peices of sand over her eggs, and it wasn't until then that she noticed several of the largest ones wiggling back and forth slightly. Jubilerth blinked, then began to hum cheerfully, calling to her rider and mate. My eggs are hatching!
The stands were filled and the candidates filed in as the mottled eggs continued to rock back and forth. Several people shifted uncomfortably from the heat radiating from the sand.
Suddenly, with a loud, ringing crash, the first egg split down its middle. A large green climbed from the shell, glancing around the hatching sands coolly. She looked up at her mother, and said, I'm not going to bond today. M'name's Jueruth. I'll be going to Calyeni Caverns. She said simply, then strolled off the sands towards the kitchens.
The next two eggs hatched as one, spilling a large brown and a blue-sized bright orange dragon onto the sands. The hatchlings looked at one another, and hissed at their sibling, bristling. Their mother called them to attention before they could properly fight, and the brown reluctantly looked away, towards the four candidates gathered there. With a contemptuous snort, he said, None of them are good enough for me, Feargth. I'll find my own bond at Ryslen. The brown turned and walked to the kitchens without another word.
His orange sister growled at him as he left and studied the candidates in front of her. None of them are my chosen, either. Sorry. My name's Selvaggioth. I think I'll visit Draco's Inferno first. The female orange chased after her brother, obviously intending to finish their earlier fight, but was quickly distracted by the promise of food.
Another smallish egg cracked, revealing a bright green muzzle. The dragon snorted as it struggled out of its shell, eventually revealing a body that faded to blue at the tail. It spread green-blue wings proudly as it pranced over the sands. My name's Finomkodoth. A definitely male voice said in an arrogant tone. I believe I'll see what Shivran Aerd's like. See ya. With a smirk, the blended green-blue trotted off the sands to get his food.
The candidate shifted their feet uncomfortably as another egg hatched, spilling a small, bright green dragoness onto the sands. She jumped up, spitting sand from her mouth, and huffed. Hi! She said cheerfully to anyone with any amount of telepathic ability. I'm Sastath. Umm, what am I supposed to do now? Bond? But, well, what if I don't want to bond? I mean, not that there's anything wrong with any of you, of course, This she said while facing the assembled candidates, But, well, I just don't see the point. What? Oh, okay then. I think I'll go to...Moire Ytiam. Is that a good choice? I hope so, I'd hate to end up at a really yucky place-Oh, sorry? Food!? Where? Someone finally directed the talkactive green towards the kitchens, and she ran off eagerly, chattering all the way.
A medium-sized egg cracked, and a bright blue tail appeared. The rest of the egg fell apart, revealing a blue dragon standing on his head. As it was rather hard to hold this position for very long, he fell over backwards, causing several people to chuckle.
He jumped up, shaking his head, and glared at them. What're you laughing at? After being prompted, he looked back to the candidates and sighed. Oh, fine then. But I don't want to bond! Just me, myself, and I, all the time! I'm Aradath. Shivran Aerd, here I come!
The blue dragonet raced off the sands, but he slipped halfway there and fell on his tail. With a yelp, he jumped up, and glared at everyone again, before slinking off to the kitchens.
One of the larger eggs from Jubilerth's clutch began to rock furiously, and it finally broke to reveal a pale blue dragon with glimmering golden wings. The blue-gold looked around lazily, and turned to his mother. I am called Szuletoth. I will go to Moire Ytiam. The quiet blue strode quickly off the sands as two eggs cracked open behind him.
A small green dragon crawled out of her egg, followed by a blue dragon whose wings were marked with paler blue and gold, almost like his earlier sibling's. The female green spread her own wings wide, revealing their green and red membranes. They both looked at the candidates, but unlike the rest of their siblings, they went right up to two of them. You're just right for me. The green green-red said to Teresa. My name is Scuolath, and I'm yours!
Her brother was sharing a similar conversation with Arthur. Heya, Arthur. Do you think you could draw me?
Arthur smiled down at the blue blue-gold. "Maybe, Fabricath."
The last egg cracked open, revealing a medium-sized female brown. She wasted no time dallying, and went straight to Chyssen, and butted her head against the girl's side. Come on, Chyssen, I'm hungry. My name's Hildemeceth, won't you feed me now?
Chyssen obliged happily, following her brown dragoness to the kitchens. Jubilerth got up and stretched, glad to be able to leave the sands after so long. The spectators began to get up and head to the post-hatching feast that would surely be ready soon.
The last candidate, Mathom, looked slightly disappointed that there were no eggs left. He turned to leave with everyone else, but a mottled green and silver tail snaked in front of him, blocking his path. The other mother on the sands, Green-Silver Sereuxth, growled slightly as the boy began to back away from her cautiously. "Umm..." He said, unsure of what he'd done wrong.
His question was answered by the appearance of a blended white and blue dragonet, who suddenly poked his head out from underneath his mother's wing. Ah, M'thom! There you are! You weren't going to leave me, Leisgth, behind, were you? The hatchling asked accusingly.
M'thom grinned. "No, of course not. Let's go eat with the others, eh, Leisgth?"
The blue-white agreed readily, and the last candidate headed to the kitchens with his new bond.
Several people slunk back to their seats when the word got around that Sereuxth's clutch was hatching. Within this time, two more eggs had hatched, spilling a blended dragon of light and dark blue coloring and a silver-winged green onto the sands. The hatchlings looked at each other fondly. My name is Rinanth. What about you, bondmine? The blended blue asked.
The green-silver answered shyly. Coilleth. Can we go to Dou Pas River Denu after we eat?
Rinanth crooned at his bond. Sure, Coilleth.
The next egg cracked open as the bonded hatchlings exited the sands, and a large brown emerged from the off-white shell. He looked around, shaking sand from his hide, and looked up at his green-silver mother. My name's Foldelesth. I think Draco's Inferno is the place for me, if that's alright with you all?
The last two eggs revealed a pair of dark-colored dragons. The first was a tiny black, who quickly revealed his name as Ejjelith. He decided to go to Calyeni Caverns.
The other dragon was a slightly larger silver-black. He flicked his tail impatiently as his brother decided on his new home. And my name is Sarlo'Alakuth. I'm going to Ryslen.
The silver-black strolled slowly off the sands as the stands emptied for the second time.