Cyan's Lantessama Dragons

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HATCHING
Laedrys Trix watched as she saw the candidates enter the sands. Oddly all worthy that had been found were girls this time. Of course the mother of the clutch, Kyrenath might have had a say in that. Like her rider she stayed well away from long-lasting relationships, only finding pleasure in the occasional fling now and again.
The two fathers of the clutch were waiting patiently at the edge of the hatching sands. They had been fetching food for the pregnant/guarding dragoness and were now dismissed of their duties. Kyrenath had announced her eggs were moving.
Trix could feel the expectation as electricity in the air. She had at times tried to count the eggs, but Kyrenath had kept them close to her, burying several for days. She had counted as many as 15 and as little as 6. 
Trix shifted her attention to the candidates. The 8 girls stood in a oblong form around the mother and her eggs, smiling at each other and crossing fingers. Trix let her eyes pass each one, the eggs seemed to be in no hurry to hatch.
Away from the shadows, also in the light of the lanterns stood Myrcka, a girl who Sovyl had found wandering around in the high north of a previously uncharted world. Trix got chills when she saw the girl, tall, blond and blue-eyed in a mere cotton dress so close to autumn. Maybe the pleasant warmth of Tri-Peak was getting to her after all.
One by one the eggs hatched and the candidates bonded. Until finally two eggs remained, but only one candidate. Even Kyrenath know seemed to scuttle around a bit worried. She looked at her eggs though she couldn't change basic math just by wishing it. A soft fog flowed into the cavern. Trix looked outside assuming the fog originated there. But outside the view was clear. Trix looked back and suddenly a small shiver lifted the fog. A girl -what else?- lay on the ground, her arms clutched around an egg.
"Finally!" Kyrenath exclaimed, "I had expected you sooner."
But the girl only had eye for the egg in her arms. The violently rocking egg. She lifted the egg slightly from the ground. The bottom of the shell gave in and a small dawn dragon fell through.
"Lana?" he asked.
"Is it really you?" she asked looking dazzled.
"It is me... Zirxon." the dragon said.
Shaking the girl was led out by a very helpful Cyan and Maira who tried to explain hours of classes in one single conversation to let her know what had happened.
Only one egg remained, almost forgotten by the spectacular entrance of Lana. Almost forgotten for the last candidate, the pale Myrcka was still looking at it. She squinted and finally gasped as a speck of grey caught her eye. A tail! The girl leapt forward and helped the last dragon, her dragon surely, hatch.
"Myrcka." a voice said.
"Yes?" she asked not entirely sure what would happen next.
"This is where I state my name." the dragoness said helpfully.
"Yes?"
"It's Crystalliss." the Winter dragon said, "Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful."

Myrcka and Winter Horned Crystallis (f)

HATCHING
Trix took her seat on one of the benches in the front middle section. She looked around in the hatching cavern and smiled. With all the commotion of the Halloween clutch gone it was good to see a regular mid day hatching again. The two green dragonesses had announced that morning their eggs would hatch a few hours in the future. Leisurely visitors had strolled in over the morning, chatting and laughing. 
At this moment, just past noon the first eggs started to shift. A slow pseudo-movement at first, but it was enough. The dragons flew to their perches and started humming. Two proud father dragons stood at the entrance of the cave to get a better view while their mates lay on the sands with the best view of all. And so it should be.
In all aspects this hatching seemed to be a normal one, but many knew it wouldn't be. Many visitors had come just to see whether the glowing genes could be inherited or if they would disappear. All things considered this clutch wouldn't be the right one to decide that from, Duivelth had led his catch into the Elsewhere. It was almost certain that there would be some glowing dragonets in there. 
Trix watched as the candidates were led in, 7 there were for 7 eggs, 4 males and 3 females.
The first Trix spotted was the partly crow-woman Kraia. It was hard not to notice her with her black wings and feathered body. The next candidate she saw entering the cave was Wes, a young earthling who had been found by Maira outside a video arcade, whatever that was. Right behind him stepped in a duo of earthling males. One of them trying to get rid of the other. They had been the last to sign up for this clutch, and only at the last minute. Dirk caught John by the arm, fondling it like it was a puppy or something. Disgusted the other man pulled his arm free and started a conversation with the crow woman which succeeded in making Dirk really jealous.
The remaining three entered, Jahkonu, proud and confident as this young kin had always been. Khana, who had also seen her companion Mecate bond at the Halloween clutch was carrying the smaller Nia, helping her cross the hot sands a bit faster than she could on her own.
The candidates were now quiet, watching the eggs. Even Dirk had given up chasing John for a few minutes, enthralled by what was going to happen. Soft cracking echoed trough the caves and the dragons started singing louder, their music reaching a climax.
The first of Thulessa's eggs split after that, revealing a dragon as green as it's mother. the small hatchling flapped his wings and stepped carefully out of his egg. When it stopped to sit and rest a while it got a rather disturbed look from it's mother.
"My son," Thulessa said, "Please hurry up!"
"Ok, ok mother." he said, "I think I'll pick you." stopping in front of Dirk.
"You would pick me, Xistern?" asked Dirk surprised.
"You know my name, don't you?" the foliage dragonet winked and then pushed his bond outside.
A larger egg cracked, and a glowing, dark red head appeared...at the bottom of the egg! The egg shards fell away, and the upside down hatchling screeched as he fell over onto his back. 
"John! Little help here?"
John ran over to the blood male and helped the hatchling to right himself, grinning to himself as he did so. 
"Thanks, my name's Asisi." The blood said as he nuzzled his rider affectionately.
John just scratched the glowing head and lead the blood off the hatching sands.