Hatchings

The eggs started to rock in the dead of night. Fortunately, the Alskyran-descended sister clutches had the good sense to wait until morning to actually begin hatching, and did not force their riders- or caretakers-to-be to rush out of bed and to the hatching sands as several clutches before them had. In fact, nobody noticed the slight motion of the eggs until the mothers, green sisters, awoke early in the morning and noticed the majority of the eggs were wriggling slightly.
Myzylyth was the first to notice, and crooned in relief as she alerted her mate, and in turn, the rest of the weyr. Her sister's commotion was not lost on Myxath; she too had seen the wriggling eggs and realized the signifigance of the occasion.
By this time, a fair portion of the dragonry was already up, but some of the heavier sleeping candidates were rudely awakened as they were told to get down to the hatching sands or risk missing Impressing.
By the time the last of the candidates arrived on the sands, at least six dragonets had already hatched and were wandering aimlessly around the hatching cavern, apparently in no great hurry to bond. These hatchlings, all adorned with tiny horned nubs true to their Alskyran heritage, came in a rainbow of colors.
Two large blues were squabbling good-naturedly, but they soon broke apart, growing bored with their game. The first, far darker than the other-but only because the other was exceptionally pale-gave a cursory glance at the assembled candidates, but he did not seem impressed. He turned instead to his parents, saying, I'm Jerhaith. Can I go to Enzan Shi? He asked, and, hearing no protests, headed eagerly towards the kitchens.
His paler sister followed suit. I'm Yoshyth. Umm...I'll go to Starburst Weyr. I think. Is that alright?
A smallish sized silver broke away from the group of hatchlings next, her light, almost white-looking hide glittering. With a spirited toss of her head, she too decided to stay unbonded. I'll go to Sunstone Weyr with my parents. She told anyone who cared to listen. My name is Taeth.
Three dragons were left from the already-hatched eggs, a bright purple and two greens. The larger of the greens moved first, and she turned to her parents. I'm Neth. My bond's not here yet, so I'll wait at Kshau Protectorate. She said simply before dashing off to the kitchens to eat.
The other green, her hide a dark forest green, moved unerringly to one of the female candidates. Pandora was the first candidate to bond today, and she smiled as she lead her green Euth to the kitchens.
The purple dragoness had watched curiously as one of her sisters bonded and the other chose not to. Once they had both left, and she was the only hatchling on the sands, she stood up and walked towards the candidates. The females watched the hatchling hopefully, while the males, for the most part, were disinterested. The purple stopped in front of one of the girls, and crooned at her chosen. I like you, Taylor. Will you be my rider? I am Avodoth, your dragon!
More eggs were cracking now, and one of the larger ones broke apart, revealing the shiny hide of a bronze. The large dragon broke free of its shell and turned bright rainbow-colored eyes to its parents. My name's Buyuth. The female bronze told them. I think I'll live at Moire Protectorate, 'kay?
The bronze strolled idly off the sands as three more eggs hatched at once, spilling a mid-sized cream female and two more blues onto the sands. The cream shook her head daintily and walked over to one of the female candidates, one who had stood for several clutches already unsuccessfully. Don't worry, Kaili, the cream dragoness said. I'm here now. I'm Lyjerth.
Once their larger sister had bonded, the two small blues stepped forward. The first was a dark blue male who rushed straight to Donny, and declared himself to be Yenoth. The other blue dragon, a female with a bright blue hide, walked instead to Lyeardi. Can I be your dragon, Lyeardi? I promise I won't be trouble. I'm Apeith. The two had just begun to leave the sands when they were stopped by a very insistent mental shout.
Wait! Wait for me! My name's Ulodith, and I want to bond you too, Lyeardi! After all, life would be no fun with just Apeith for company. He said with a mischeivous tone. Apeith pouted and stuck her tongue out at her cousin, but otherwise made no protest to the male's presence.
A fiery red male hatched and quickly picked out Celio as his rider. The young man pronounced his dragon's name, Anemth, and they left the sands to eat.
Another dark green hatched, this one a male by the name of Elnith. I'm going to Kshau Protectorate! He exclaimed excitedly before being directed to the kitchens.
A red and brown hatched at nearly the same instant, and they fell to the ground in a heap. The red gasped as his larger sibling climbed off of him and shook himself off. They both stared at the assembled candidates. The red did not seem particularly interested, but the brown's eyes lit up as he caught sight of Korin, and he quickly bonded to the boy. My name's Thjith. He explained before begging to be fed.
Huh. The red said sedately as he watched this. Well, I'm not going to bond. 'Least not yet, anyway. I'm Dhreejith, if anyone wants to find me, I'll be at Star City Dragonry. He said with a gaping draconic smile.
Thardryn was the next candidate to bond, and he was all but dragged off the sands by his large red Lhath as the last two eggs hatched at once. A glittering gold and a much darker purple fell to the ground. The gold reacted first, and once she had finished cleaning sand from her still-wet, glittery hide, she strode purposefully to the candidates. She paused suddenly, and her rainbow eyes met those of one of the candidates. Ayra seemed shocked as she bonded the young gold female, who told her that she was named Oleith. Imperiously, she butted her head against her rider-to-be's side and told her she was hungry.
The dark purple female had not moved, and was simply laying in the sand. Her mother, Myzylyth, nuzzled her curiously. She objected to the disturbance immediately. Go 'way, I don't wanna get up, I'm comfy here. No, I don't care about the candidates, I don't wanna bond, just let me sleep, okay? She heaved a giant mental sigh. Oh, alright, fine then. I'll go to Enzan Shi. Are you happy now? She grumbled. My name's Lylhith. She muttered as she got up and walked to the kitchens.
Once the crowds were sure that there were no hidden eggs or extra dragons, an all-too-common occurence at Darkling Dawn, they began to leave. The extra candidates who had not bonded this time left the sands in rejection, but they were assured that there were always more eggs on the sands and they would have their chance.