*The eleventh egg begins rocking wildly. Energetic movements fling sand in all directions.* -- Igen Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 21:59:23 12/20/01 Thu
Author: Eirath
Subject: *The eleventh egg begins rocking wildly. Energetic movements fling sand in all directions.*

*After only a few seconds of struggling, the egg cracks, letting out a loud crunching sound as it flops on its side. Thrashing from within rolls it a meter to the side, which seems to disorient the hatchling encaged, for it falls silent and still. Kylith's blast of brassy tenor sound ricochets around the area, echoing into corners and arousing the dragonet. The egg flops once more, and finally, a blue talon kicks free of the shell. Once the hole is established, shards fly as the hatchling quickly frees himself from his once-home. Sprawled on his side, the blue pants, gathering energy to send a few questioning creels into the wonderfully warm air. Eyes whirl slowly, nonetheless the tell-tale red of hunger shades the edges, and the blue, again large for his color, climbs to his talons. Flapping slowly, his wings still have several shell shards stuck to them. His light-coloured hide glistens as he moves forward, purpose if not aim in his direction. Spotting a flash of blue among the sand and eggs and people, his faceted gaze is drawn to a lone figure. Kylith bugles protest as her son begins to head for one who was not a Candidate at all. However, the dragonet's choice will not be denied, and in moments he is at Angele's side. Angele. I am Eirath. You Impress me, though you aren't white. I want food! His mental tone is calm, though wearied by his struggle to escape his egg, and the fact that his lifemate is, technically, too young to Impress does not bother him one iota. He nudges her hand, crooning musically.*

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She looked up from where she was sitting with A'rak... -- Kalya, 22:25:49 12/20/01 Thu
- She applauds the dragonet, beaming -- Wessae, 22:47:35 12/20/01 Thu
  - ~surprise~ -- Angele&Eirath, 01:14:18 12/21/01 Fri