The day dawned with a commotion about rearranged eggs that meant no-one really knew which eggs belonged to which dragoness. The people in power seemed to have argued and dealt with the situation though. It took several more hours for the eggs to start rocking and the hum to begin in the Weyr from the dragons. The IGPC Geneticists had given up trying to put the eggs back in order and were already setting up near the Barracks to take ichor samples of the hatchlings for testing to make sure the Records were kept straight.
Candidates were brought in, by foot or by wing. All the eggs that had been around Flynnth had been moved out on the sands (after a few arguments with the golden queen), evenly spaced and perfect for candidates to gather around. Trying to keep eggs with their mothers was pointless and a number of females left to watch the hatching from the ledges or on the side. As it was, many of the candidates had no idea where the egg they had touched and felt a pull toward during the Egg Touching Ceremony was so they all just formed a semi-circle around the tiny rocking eggs.
The little queen egg which had ‘magically’ appeared, remained cradled in Flynnth’s front claws. Since she had given the Searchriders no time to Search proper queen candidates, only a few girls who decided they wanted to try for the gold made their way toward Flynnth. Some were bolder than others and others recoiled and rejoined the rest of the candidates when Flynnth growled and hovered over the egg.
By the time the last stragglers - both candidate and spectator - had made it to the sands, the first of the eggs had finally broken apart. The shells, which were still thick but far more breakable than in the past, shattered and the first hatchling stepped forward on small, dainty legs while shaking its head as if confused. It was pure white and a mixed response came from the crowd. If bronze was lucky, what did white mean?
Unfortunately, having the hatchlings break their shells one at a time and bond in an orderly, easily recorded manner was just...not going to happen. Within the next few seconds, almost eight hatchlings had finished emerging from their shells. The chaos of a Hatching began.
An egg tumbled and rocked - it smashed into at least three others still unhatched before shattering into a undecipherable pile of limbs. A shout went out in the stands when two white heads poked up from the two white bodies. One wiggled, trying to escape, and nipped at its twin before trying again. A few candidates came forward to assist the pair, one of them being Renna who almost stopped when her mind touched Terloth’s.
"...very stuck!" the white whimpered.
“Oh...we’ll get you out...how did you two manage this?” the girl said, sounding more confused than anything. With the help of the other candidates, the two white twins were separated and Renna led Terloth out of the sands. First stop was a Healer as baby talons were still quite sharp and both hatchlings had minor injuries from the entanglement.

exuberant, curious white sport dragon Terloth (f)
Parents: white Syobeth x white Mixuith
Length: 37'1", Height: 7'7"

A huge number of white dragons along with dragons of all other possible colourations filled the weyrbowl while they waited for their instruction for the day. Over 50 dragons had hatched from the Sport Frenzy so even though the dragons were small in size, there were just too many to receive education together. Today they'd be split in groups and the weyrlingmasters would rotate their lessons between the classes. It was the best they could do because all these new dragonriders needed lessons on care and health. And that was before the little runts would even start flight training. 
"Hey, we're in the same group." Eryk told the two girls.
"Nice." Renna agreed, because that meant they'd be able to help each other.
Sanne just smiled and waited for their curriculum to be announced. In her mind she could hear Sisanth's happy voice "I get to play with Corunth and Terloth, I get to play..."
"It's learn." Sisanth, she mock-chided but generally enjoyed how sweet and carefree her little dragon was.  Every day had been a delight despite the hard work because Sisanth just made her happy. 
Eryk had noticed the change in the shy girl he'd come to know and was happy for her. 
"The two of them are nice." Corunth told him and launched in a monologue about happiness needing to be shared and multiplied and generally a lot of words that made little sense to Eryk but he just nodded and thought he was quite happy himself. He might never know silence again, but at least he'd never need to look for someone to talk to.
Renna meanwhile, picking up the stray thoughts of her two friends, inched closer to her own white Terloth and privately told her: "I don't think I could have asked for better friends."
"You didn't, that's why they sent you to them." Terloth nudged back, "I can't wait to get back to Remyndal after we finish our training to see if he's still waiting for you."
"He'd better be." Renna sent out quite loudly, earning herself some worried looks from her two friends before she composed herself and followed them to their assigned lesson-place.
"Welcome weyrling dragons and dragonriders. Today we'll focus on..." the lesson started and all other thoughts were briefly forgotten. 

Renna touched down with Terloth and breathed in the familiar Remyndal Hall aroma. Just a bit dusty, with a slight salty smell of seawater because of the sea breeze. It was home.
"Let's go look for Rogier and Lanth." Terloth hinted.
Renna had told her dragon plenty about the taciturn and prickly astronomy student. He'd been the only student to date who'd impressed a dragon offworld and now that he'd returned to the hall he was still the person who kept the hall up to date about nexus news. 
"I see a brown dragon behind the school building." Terloth told Renna, her eyes seeing much more than human ones could. 
"I wonder what he'll think." Renna said, a bit nervous despite her usual bravado.
She'd been only 12 when she'd decided he'd be the one for her. 8 years had gone by, she was now 20 and Rogier would be 25. 8 years was a long time to wait for someone. That is if he'd waited for her at all. She remembered things to have been quite onesided. 
Still her stomach did a delightful little tumble when she turned the corner and came eye to eye with the young man she'd idolised as a girl. He'd become even more handsome. 
"Hi there, remember me?" she asked.
Rogier looked into Renna's intelligent grey eyes and wondered once again why she always wanted to be around him. After he'd returned from Lantessama, she'd hovered around him some more, a world-wise 16 year old with eyes that showed just a glint of sadness. He never felt uncomfortable looking in her eyes, just intrigued. 
"How could I forget my little red-headed nuisance. I see you haven't died your hair lately?"
"It's a pure coincidence." Renna shrugged though she knew for a fact Rogier liked the red on her.
"So you're back from Isla." Rogier continued.
"That I am. I'd like you to meet Terloth, my dragon." Renna introduced.
"Charmed." Terloth spoke to both Rogier and Lanth.
"Nice to meet you." Lanth said, instantly infatuated by the exuberant white dragoness with the lithe build that complimented his own small frame when you compared him to Pernese dragons. 
"Want to go for a drink to catch up?" Renna asked, deciding it was time to pick up the pace a bit and make her intentions quite plain. She'd gotten nowhere with hints and they were both adults now.
"A drink?" Rogier asked.
"A date even." Renna nodded, grabbing his arm and dragging the unsuspecting man toward Marillian Hold where they were sure to have some kind of establishment where they could drink. 

Lantessama Isle