Jade stood up and started at the dark gray and black egg. As her hand passed over it, the egg didn't start hatching. She heard a cracking noise and saw a blue and white egg hatch with the girl who had asked to go first. She moved to a brown egg which did the same as the dark gray and black egg did. Sighing, Jade moved to a white egg with pink at the top.

M: Jasper & No Name

Ember was quite nervous, although that's not saying much, nearly everything makes him nervous. What if the dragon he bonded with didn't like him, what if something happened and he got the wrong dragon, had that ever happened, could it happen, what if it happened to him? After a moment or two Ember finally mustered up enough confidence to let go of Jasper's hand, and go to the table. He tried to stay away from the other students as best as he could, he didn't want to evade anyone's personal space, or bump into someone. After touching a few eggs he felt quite nervous again, what if he didn't find the right egg, what if he didn't get a dragon? Then he came upon a beautiful egg that was black with dark purple colored streaks running that looked like veins. He stared at it for a moment or then touched it, and to his surprise it began hatching! He first saw a claw poke out and then a magnificent golden eye, and before he knew it the dragon had fully come out of it's egg. Ember was frozen in aw, the egg hatched, THE EGG HATCHED! He'd bonded with a dragon, wait- had he, did he have to do something else to bond with it?

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Jeta Anderson | M: Bloodrayne (If she's not spoken for), students (Ind.), hatchlings (Ind.)

Jeta let the others go first, joining the back of the line. As she stepped up to the first egg, she took a deep breath. This egg was dark grey and black. After hovering her hand in front of the egg a while, she moved on. The next egg caught her attention. The entire thing was red, and it looked like it was covered in blood. But, that didn't turn away Jeta. She had seen her fair share of blood in her life. In fact, the egg was sort of beautiful. Jeta found herself hoping the egg will hatch for her. She hovered her hand just above the eggshell. Not touching, but closer than the teacher said to.

Jeta hoped her dragon was strong. If her dragon was strong, then Jeta could learn to be strong. A sudden calm washed over Jeta. This happened any time Jeta was near an animal. Jeta looked down the line. Some eggs had already hatched.

While Jeta might look more confident now, she is more terrified than ever. C'mon egg. Please. There was a certain amount of desperation in Jeta's thinking. She didn't want to be the only student who didn't bond with a dragon.

The small dragon sat in her egg, her tail curled around her body as her small wings took up a good space. Her whole body was squished inside the egg, but not, necessarily, uncomfortable. She didn't react to anyone before, but one student got her riled up. She felt a pressure to escape out of the small egg. So, that's what she did. Her nasal horn prodded at the eggshell, and cracks began to run through it. her nasal horn jabbed at it again, sticking through the egg shell as she pushed with her feet. The egg gave a last crack, before it feel apart, revealing a pearly white, almost pink, dragon. Her eyelids slowly opened, though she couldn't see. Her pupils were a gray color, and her hues blended in with the whites of her eyes. The small dragon was completely blind as of now. She moved her head around, before her snout came to rest under Jeta's hand. She let out a small squeak, both confused and curious.

Jeta Anderson | M: Bloodrayne

Jeta smiled. Her egg started to hatch, slowly revealing a pearly white hatchling. She was stunning. Everything about the hatchling was a light, even her eyes. The poor thing was still a little wobbly, but Jeta couldn't blame her. The hatchling let out a small squeak, and Jeta's heart melted.

"Hello, little one. Your all right." Jeta supposed the hatchling needed a name, but decided to wait, just in case that was one of the lessons in bonding class.

Jeta noticed that the hatchling looked nothing like her egg, besides the light pink tint on the hatchling's scales. Perhaps it would come with age.

The hatchling couldn't quite look at Jeta, and that's when the truth hit Jeta. The hatchling was blind. Panic started to work its way up Jeta's throat, but she pushed it back down. So, the hatchling was blind. It wasn't the end of the world. Plenty of animals are blind, and they get along just fine. Yes. Jeta, and the hatchling, she hoped, would figure it out. Jeta slowly moved her hand so she could touch her dragon. Her hand lightly brushed against the side of the hatchling's face and lightly made its way down the hatchling's neck. The scales were soft, but that was to be expected of a newly hatched dragon. Jeta smiled at her hatchling, even though she knew the hatchling couldn't see it.

"You're absolutely perfect."

Sky, Ms. Smith | 21 | F | Dragon Flying Trainer | M: Everyone(ind.), Hatchlings, Indra


Sky noticed that some of the students had been chosen, but that was causing clogging in the line, with others having to go around them. "Would everyone who has been chosen please take your dragonet and move back from the line of eggs. Thank you." That should do the trick she thought. She wondered when Indra would make his appearance. With almost half of the hatchlings being hatched, he would probably be here soon.

Heather Ashlum - 16 - Female - Student

Dragonet - 0 - Male

The dragonet stood inside of its prison. He had been there for a while already, unable to break through. He couldn't see through it, but could sense the presence of new beings.

He paced in a tight circle around the egg, glancing around. Voices were outside and he stopped to listen. Footsteps nearby and he reached out with his mind. Yes, she was nearby. She could help him break free.

I am here. Come to me. Please. He called through his mind, directly to her. Within a moment she was there, her hands over the egg. He reached up and pressed his claws against hers.

I must get out. Pulling back, he hit the side of the egg with his claw. A small crack appeared and he prepared for another blow as the girl jerked her hands back.

No, don't go. He thought, as he attacked the egg. Shoving out a piece he felt the cool crisp air outside of the egg on his claws. It felt odd to him, unlike the warm air of the egg he was used to.

Grabbing the broken side of the prison, he broke off more peices and squeezed through.

The girl was standing there, her hands above the egg. He sniffed the air as he memorized her scent. She slid her hands down and he climbed into them, then began rubbing against her warm skin. Soon she began moving, then stopped and lifted him up to her shoulder. He squeaked happily and curled around the base of her neck, happy to be out.

Thank you. He whispered through his mind to hers. What was that? He heard her think, then realized she did not know it was him. Plenty of time for that later. He thought, though not to her. He purred as she began stroking him, leaning into her hand.

M: Ms. Smith, Jasper, & No Name

Ember was frozen in awe, well he was until the teacher spoke. Wait, was she a teacher, he didn't really know who was who.. He looked around after the teacher or whoever had spoke and saw that Jasper hadn't gone up to the table with eggs, he then slowly extended a hand to the black dragon and began stroking her chin, his dog Mint loved it when he stroked her chin. He stared at the dragon, she had beautiful eyes, they were just breath taking, and she had some white scales that went from her eye to her collar bone, she really truly was the most beautiful thing he'd seen. He then slowly tried to pick her up, he didn't want to scare her. Ember then realized he wanted to protect her, he knew she was special, maybe she was just special to him, but he didn't care. He then held the young dragon in his arms like a baby, he dind't really know how to hold her or how she liked to be held, but he'd find out later. Ember noticed there was an empty spot where no one was sitting, he quickly walked over there and sat down with the dragon in his lap. What should he call the dragon, did dragons have names when they hatch, did the teachers name them, did we name them?

Jeta Anderson | M: Bloodrayne, Ms. Smith

Ms. Smith instructed everyone to go sit down. Slowly, carefully, Jeta picked up her hatchling, carrying it like she would a cat, but slightly more protective.

Jeta took a seat, delicately stroking her hatchling. As she waited, Jeta decided to think up some names, just in case. She modeled the names after the egg, which Jeta could only assume her hatchling would eventually look like.

Blood.. no, she would never call her dragon Blood. The egg had looked like someone had dripped blood over the top, almost like rain. But, Rain wasn't a good name either. Bloodrain was just a little too simple for Jeta's taste. Perhaps Bloodrain with a bit of flare. Like, Bloodrayne, perhaps? Yes, Jeta liked Bloodrayne. If it was up to Jeta to name her dragon, that's what it would be.