"I kinda like her," are the first, almost surprised-sounding words out of candidate coordinator Sherna's mouth on catching sight of the newest green to grace the sands, and her reasoning is plain enough as the hatchling sorts wings from feet from tail and stands; her base color is aloe, while weeping willow leaves climb each of her limbs and drape both her wingspars and sails - she may not be the most flashy dragon ever to be shelled, but it's still no wonder Sherna's eye was drawn.

"I do too," E'lan agrees warmly, "subtle thing, she is--does she have someone in mind already, or is she just investigating those candidates closely?" As it turns out, it's the latter; she had been inspecting a cluster of mingled boys and girls with seeming care, but a sudden, almost surprisingly graceful dodge to port takes the little dragonet around them and away, into another clump of white robes - the same bunch the perilous tides green had so recently hissed out of consideration - and it's there that the unexpected mercy green halts, gazing up with complete certainty at a lean Seabreeze Trader girl with fluffy dark curls who stares, gobsmacked, and then drops to the cavern floor, streaming happy tears.