The Flurry hatching was stunning in its scope. There were so many females on the sands with their beaufiful eggs that no one quite knew how many there would be, but the candidates were sure that there would be one for them. There would have to be!

When the first hatchling, a lovely pinkish white one, came out from her shell everyone was amazed, and the stage was set. Everyone wanted to see what kind of wing sail markings there would be, or if the dragonets would have horns or crests or knobs or what.

It was almost halfway through the hatching when one of the Healing Den dragons noticed something. A pair of lovely hatchlings, including a duowing, knocked shells and broke out together. The other was a pretty blue-violet fade to white, speckled with pretty snowflake markings.

While the duowing went to his bond, the purple-blue-white came marching up to Khauduk. She had a scarf around her neck, white, so it looked like part of her markings. The little dragonet jumped up and clung to it.

Isilath! Khauduk laughed mentally.

Dukky! Isilath called back, dangling.

It was more than a dozen eggs later when a hydragon hatched (how did that happen?!) and was bonded to another hatchling right away. In the midst of that, another dragoness broke her shell. She had lovely clouded green coloration, and had snowflakes on her wings. She went to Elarcoth and crooned delight as she huddled up to him.

You are warm. I am Cayeith. I love you!

Elarcoth announced her name proudly, and they stepped away, Cayeith was careful of her sharp horns lest she hurt her new love.

Half a dozen eggs later, one particularly stunning pink irridescent girl came from her shell. She dazzled the crowd with her lovely wings, and then a white with rust colored markings and wings came out. He jealously watched the pink as she made her way toward an actor but the white-rust had his eye on that Diva already.

Get away from him, you hussy! Cried the strange rust dotted hatchling. The pink squealed, angrily, but then she watched as a dashing rescue was made. She was so enamored of brown Kisero as he snarled at the white-rust male to leave her alone, that she entirely forgot about any human companion she might have wanted.

I love you, Kisero! She sighed. Kisero looked down, surprised, at the youngling.

It is time to start behaving like a lady, then, Gliolith. He too had a scarf of white draped over his spined neck, which he put over her delicately. She loved it, almost swooning off the sands.

Shortly, an egg from Nocesleth's clutch shattered open. It was a light blue, lovely sparkling snowflake covered wings. Oooh, it's bright out here, he bespoke. Only one dragon on the sands heard him, not a human and not one of the odder creatures out there either.

Only green Lielth. She sighed. Her heart, once hardened and angry at her loss, opened up. C'mere Xeckth, she bespoke, and they went off the sands to join their friends.

A few minutes later, another egg broke open, and a white-silver green tried to get her legs moving, but she just couldn't do it. She was so tired from having been cooped up in the shell, and she was ever so hungry, and nothing seemed to help. She tried to splay her wings to dry, but they wouldn't cooperate.

Dyonath, are you giving up? Bespoke the dark, older dragon Braenyth. He watched her from the edge of the sands.

I can't do it, Braenyth! She sobbed.

He strode delicately over to her, through the broken and unbroken shells, until he reached his new little bond. Yes, you can. He nudged her up on all four feet, moved her wings open - where they remained. She was still rather sleepy, wobbly in places, but she made it out with the rest of the Healing Den dragons.