Atlas's Weyr
Atlas started suddenly as the eggs in front of him started rocking violently. He heard many loud taps from all the aggs and very faint mewing sounds. Atlas looked around at the other candidates on the sands and saw the same expressions of nervousness and hope that he felt on his own face. He hoped a dragon would find him suitable.
Turning his attention back to the rocking eggs in front of him, Atlas noticed myriad little cracks running down the sides of them. A deep thrumming came from within each egg as little bits of shell flaked off. Atlas felt his blood run faster in anticipation of the first dragon's emerging. Atlas vaguely wondered which egg would hatch first and what color it would be. He thought it might be one of the ones far away from him; they seemed to be shaking the most and have the most cracks.
At the highest point of tension in the warm sands, the first egg split down the center. A young female dragon flopped weakly out and mewed softly. She looked up and saw one of the girls standing close to her and wobbled to her. After butting up against the girl's legs, the dragon was enveloped by the girl's trembling arms.
Atlas looked up to the stands where Moss waited impatiently. The little jupicorn was almost jumping up and down in anticipation of the rest of the eggs hatching. Atlas smiled at Moss, who pointed his horn back down at the eggs. Atlas watched as three more eggs split and the baby dragons spilled out. None of the three chose him, so Atlas stared intently at the final egg remaining in front of him. He blocked out the sounds of the dragons, the amazed candidates, and the cheers from the sands and concentrated on willing the egg in front of him to hatch.
Finally, a large lightning-bolt-shaped crack appeared crosswise on the shell. Atlas heard a soft mewing sound from within the egg and then loud taps. Atlas edged forward, anticipation thrumming in his veins. The egg split with a loud crack and a dragon spilled into the shadow below it. The little blue stumbled a bit, unused to his long limbs. Atlas noticed that he was large for his color. However, his brain seemed frozen and he couldn't move to help, even when the blue stumbled forward and sat on his legs. Dimly, Atlas heard Moss yelling at him to grow a few brain cells.
"I choose you. I'm Furai," Atlas heard in his mind from the blue. Atlas hugged the dragon and carefully led it into the light were he could get a clear look at it.
