Even so, the dragoness had shown good humor throughout every moment of it. The truth was, she loved attention, and she loved giving it back! When the day came for her lovely offspring to hatch, the dragoness didn't just croon for joy--she sang. Audience members (fans and hatching-fans alike) spilled into the raised viewing platform, while hopeful candidates appeared as if by magic to the grounds themselves.

~Oh my god, they're hatching?!~ Wizeeth, her one-time mate and (once he'd found out that he was a father and actually visited,) her good friend, jittered from nearby, kneading his paws together in a strangely un-fatherly sort of nervous anticipation. The 'un-fatherly' part was due mostly to his extreme flamboyance... really, if it weren't for certain male parts, one might think him a valleygirl, and if it weren't for the clutch of five rocking in front of him, one might not have taken him for interested in the female side of life at all! Whatever the case might be, here he was now (accompanied by his other posse-members, though they had to wait in the stands), and while Nightwish cast her enchanting voice around the bay, he rocked from side to side with glee.

The indigo dragoness' voice died on one last, triumphant note as the first of the eggs began to hatch. The candidates, many of them rather musically inclined themselves, leaned forward in anticipation.

An deeply indigo dragonet's face pushed out from his shell, and quickly after, he'd pushed his way out into the world, his tail still half-resting in his half-cracked shell. Much like Nightwish, this dragonet had a deep blue/black hide, and starry-marked wings... but like his father, he sported copper dusting and... were those straps?!

Nightwish smirked ever so smugly as the entire bay stared in awe and wonder.

Wizeeth's jaw dropped a little. How the...

"What do you think?" Nightwish murmured, watching as the dragonet stumbled towards them, seeking a name.

~How?~ Wizeeth squeaked, his blue eyes huge with his wonderment.

"When you know a cyborware installer or two, anything's possible," the dragoness replied, still smug, but enthralled with his positive reaction. The hatchling had finally reached them, and craned his head back. "You, my lovely one," Nightwish said, "will be Deesilen Turun."

The dragonet gave a little nod of understanding, but he didn't immediately turn away. "Mama?" He asked, his voice tiny but beautiful, "I don't want to bond!"

Of course, with everyone looking on, this spectacle was endearing enough as it was. Nightwish extended a wing and snugged him close, then replied, "What do you want to do, little one?" Maybe she ought to keep her children for a while... after all, they were too young to make such life changing decisions on their own, weren't they?

But the dragonet said, voice muffled from behind her starry wings, "I want to go with him!"

"With Wizeeth?" Nightwish looked over to him in surprise, and the white dragon all but squealed.

~Am I allowed?~ he asked, his voice almost an exclamation.

"Well," the dragoness retracted her wing-embrace, and allowed the dragonet to meander over. "It's his decision, not mine! I'm glad that he's chosen to go with someone I trust." Wizeeth would have blushed if he could, but any emotional outburst he might have had was masked by two more eggs exploding, delivering their temporary prisoners to the world.

Another indigo hatchling appeared, but this one had strange markings of copper and white, unlike either parent. She and a white stumbled towards the two parents, and Nightwish named the first Crowarie, and the second Astroma. The white dragonet immediately galloped towards the gathering of candidates, but the strange little blue remained behind. ~Can I stay with you, mother dear?~ the dragonet asked, polite and prim.

"Of course, my love!" Nightwish replied, laughing, scooping up her daughter in another hug.

Ansyo found herself confronted by the white, not long after. "Hellooo there!" Astroma said, stepping on the half-dragon's foot for emphasis. "Hey, you, you're my new bond. You heard my mother, I'm Astroma!"

Meanwhile, the last two eggs were shaking hard, and finally, one shattered open. The most rune-marked dragonet that Nightwish had ever seen spilled to the ground, then flared her copper-dusted wings for balance. "Evadrea," the mother said, when the hatchling cast her attention in her mother's direction.

The dragonet scrambled out to the candidates, and, much to everyone's surprise, she bounced up to place her sticky paws on Maive Silverhook's belly, head-butting him in her exuberance. ~Oh, I like you!~ Said she, nuzzling him even as she spoke. ~Let me come with you, huh?~

~That one looks just like me!~ Wizeeth was saying, even as the rune-marked dragonet left the candidates, her bond in tow. Of course, he was referring to the last dragonet, a copper-dusted, strappy white, which really did look almost the same! The only difference was that his eyes were a grey-purple, where Wizeeth's were sky-blue.

"He does indeed! You're to be Walintair, dear," Nightwish said, smiling at the last of her offspring to hatch, while Crowarie peeked out from between her legs.

The white dragonet nodded and gaped his maw in a happy grin, and he'd turned himself towards the candidates in the blink of an eye. Before long, he was at the feet of Kirrirrs, a colourful, space-traveling Tecii. ~Hello,~ the dragonet murmured, making moon-eyes at her. He simpered a little closer, causing the Tecii to giggle in amusement.

~Hi there,~ Kirrirrs replied, and their bond was forged. The pair made their way between the remaining, disappointed candidates, and then there were none. ~That was amazing!~ Wizeeth exclaimed, ~But it was over so fast!~

Nightwish looked from him to Deesilen, and then down to her tiny daughter. "No," she replied, "I think it's just begun."