Telem raced to the Hatching Sands as soon as he heard the brown mother bugling. He struggled to pull on one of the white candidate robes as he ran out of the candidate barracks to the Sands where the eggs were furiously rocking.
His marble fire lizard scolded him from behind as he flew after his owner, rainbow eyes whirling. Telem ignored the half-grown fire lizard as he entered the Hatching Sands.
The eggs were all rocking, though none had yet cracked. Telem strode over to where the other candidates were standing, waiting for the eggs to hatch. He'd already missed one chance to Impress. He was determined to leave these sands today with a dragon.
He grinned as a weyrbrat started shouting out something about Krispith wings. One of the brown dragons stopped humming long enough to growl at the boy, but at that time the first egg had cracked, revealing a large brown dragon. Telem watched as the brown blinked, staring blearly at the candidates. He supposed there would be a lot of browns in this clutch, considering both the parents were brown.
Telem stiffened as the brown hatchling stumbled near him, but the brown dragon turned to another boy, and crooned happily. Disappointed, Telem turned to see another egg shatter, revealing a second brown. He caught a glimpse of someone in the stands standing up in shock; he didn't see who it was, as the brown Impressed and was lead off the sands.
Another egg burst, sending a green hatchling rolling. She only stopped when she bumped into the dark claws of a huge, dragon-like figure, a Dimer or something like that. The large dragon blinked down at the green, blue-green eyes widening as the green spoke out loud!
Telem heard the sound of an egg shattering behind him, and a third brown hatched, followed by a bronze. He looked on enviously as the bronze dragon chose a boy from the stands.
The next egg hatched into the first blue of the clutch, and the blue dragons watching all drowned out the other dragons with their humming. The blue hatchling streaked towards the candidates, his pale wings outstretched.
Telem barely knew what was happening before the blue ran straight into him. Aeccestane screeched from his shoulder as Telem wobbled, trying to keep his balance. Sorry. I am Aseth. Are you all right? Shocked, Telem mumbled an answer to the large blue. I am hungry now. You know what it is like to be cramped up for a long time in a shell that is almost too small for you? I see the food. I am really, really hungry. The blue talked rapidly, his voice excited.
"Slow down there a bit, Aseth, my head is whirling. I can’t understand you." But the blue was not listening; he was streaking towards the food.
Faster, faster, hurry up, hurry up, Telem. Hurry, hurry, hurry! There is food to be eaten and we should not waste it! At least, I should not waste it. The blue was still talking rapidly. Telem sighed as he followed the energetic little dragon of the sands. At least he'd never be bored, with Aseth around.