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Taylor woke up from his blissful slumber when eager thoughts of Klierth reached his mind. The dragonrider of the white Quartz Planet felt Naderenya's bond, Sekally, stir beside him. The two of them had grown closer over the past months while the eggs their dragons had produced had been hardening on the sands of Lantessama Isle. 
It seemed that it were those same eggs that were worrying Klierth and Naderenya now. No, not worrying, Klierth corrected his rider, "They are hatching."
"I'll alert the officials." Taylor shouted out, jumping up to run out of the cavern, but he was stopped by Klierth who shook his head.
"They have already been alerted, the candidates are on their way."
"So we just have to wait?"

Both dragons nodded as the first inhabitants of the dragon adoption agency started to file in, seeking a good place on the nearby tribunes, or just lingering around the sands to watch the hatching from a closer vantage point. 
Taylor helped Sekally up and whispered, "I don't like to just wait."
"Enjoy the spectacle." Naderenya answered in stead of her bond, "You'll like it."
"Is this a woman's thing?" Taylor asked Klierth.
"It's a parent thing." Klierth said with a look that would not allow disobedience."
Taylor shrugged, "Watch from where?"
"Here is fine." Sekally said, "I want to be really close when these eggs hatch, I kind of missed it when Naderenya found me." Sekally had been one of those candidates mysteriously transferred right into the middle of the hatching by unknown forces. Though the phenomenon was kind of disturbing for the people involved, it also made you feel warm and fuzzy that there might be a force out there that guided people. Or so Taylor thought even when he had never been a religious person, just sometimes he felt philosophical.
"When you feel remorse for the amount of liquor you drank the night before..." the faintest wisp of a thought reached him, Klierth sometimes felt the need to scold him by stating things as a fact. Taylor shrugged, he hadn't gotten drunk for quite a while now, not since the women had taken over the cafeteria with their espresso machine. 
Sekally nudged his side, pulling him away from his train of thought, "It's starting."
The last egg exploded, throwing up sand that obscured the sight for a few moments until it setteled down again. From behind the curtain of sand, the silhouette of a small female dragoness became visible. The hatchling was almost completely black, with just a tad of silver woven into her wings. Even though she was dark, her hide shone with countless little flecks of light, as if she was mimicking the night sky. Yet she did not have the air of a midnight, she seemed much more fragile, almost too fragile to be here.
the hatchling coughed with a high voice. The spectators arched closer, trying to decide what they were seeing. Waiting for the hatchling to speak again. There were no candidates left on the sands. Bets were being made if the hatchling would remain on Lantessama or if she would disappear just as she seemed to be fated to.
"My name is Avarya." the hatchling suddenly said, "I'd like to stay for a while."
Muted curses rose from the audience, alongside soft cheers depending on whether the person belonged to the winning or losing side of the bets made. When still no-one moved, Naderenya, beckoned for her daughter to come closer, "I shall take care of you, Avarya. Oh, do you have a name for your colour?"
"Star sky, maybe?" Klierth suggested.
Avarya blinked and shook her head, "My colour is lingering hope."
Taylor smirked, "Figured she'd take on the naming classes of her mother who was also born here, but good try."
Klierth tried to redeem his figure, "Well I'm her parent too, and anyways, the name suits her, she certainly is as pretty as her mother."
"Whatever you say."

Name: Avarya
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon
Description: Avarya calls her colour "Lingering Hope", a tribute to her mother "Blinding Hope" Naderenya. Her Father "Quartz Planet" Klierth gave her the luminiscent sparks covering her body and wings. Her official Lantessaman colouring is Dawn-touched Moon-Obsydian.
Place of Origin: Lantessama Isle

Avarya looked around the Rapture and felt instantly intimidated by the amount of people around. She was a quiet and thoughtful dragoness who took her time to form an opinion. And the Rapture and Healing Den Ballroom, the Labs and the Stage... they'd need a lot of thinking before she would be able to classify the experience in a neat little space in her mind.  
Avarya fluttered to a shadowy balcony colour and remained there, resting and waiting until she was ready to face the people. The dragons knew of her arrival but kept quiet since she meant no harm. She was small enough to remain unnoticed if she played her cards well. 

Avarya is a candidate at the New Years Eve Checkerboard Ball

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