Bronson - touching the Wild Wanderer egg
Faranth, what was going on with these eggs? Bronson jerked his hand back. This egg was just a little one, who did it think it was trying to bite a bronzerider? He thought about kicking it, but...well, Serapheth might bite him over that, and her teeth could do a lot more damage than the mental ones on this egg. He was almost tempted to believe that Serapheth was to blame for so many nasty eggs in this clutch, but then that would mean that his bronze was somehow defective too, and that couldn't possibly be the case. Maybe Serapheth just made particularly aggressive whites, greens, and blues. He would be too, if he was born as one, in fairness, considering how much lesser they were than the other colors. Yes, that must be it.
And if he ended up standing at the back of the hatching, it wouldn't be because he was hiding from those nastier hatchlings, it'd just be because he wanted to be sure the dim-witted, violent little things could actually find their people easily.
He tried to put that egg out of his mind, but he made a point of giving it a wide berth the rest of the time he spent on the sand. Pretending to ignore it existed, he made his way over to the Wild Wanderer egg and held out his hands to it. He hesitated to touch it, not wanting to get a draconic will shoved at him again, nor to have this one snarl and snap, but he also couldn't be seen to be afraid of the littler eggs, so with a burst of bravery, he brought his hands down on the shell and braced himself.
Heiro - touching the Bewitching Dame egg
Heiro smiled at the brown egg under her hands. "You're a breath of fresh air," she assured it. "Exactly as I hoped. Perfectly lovely. I hope your rider appreciates you." She pulled her attention away from it - much as she'd have liked to stay in the relaxing air that egg gave off - and moved on to the next egg. The Bewitching Dame egg was quite large, but the dam had given it a very feminine name. Large females that weren't golds tended to be garnets, and Heiro wondered how Serapheth seemed so certain of this egg's contents and so unsure about the others. Still, that didn't matter terribly much in that moment.
She placed her hands on the purple shell. "Good day," she said to the egg. "My name is Heiro. I'm a candidate for your hatching. It's an honor to be here and to meet you. Your mother seems to think you'll be a girl, and a captivating one. It'll be interesting to see if you live up to this impression." She hadn't meant the pun, but...well, it had been said, might as well let it stand.