The long, low-slung green who exits a smaller egg patterned mostly in shades of treebark brown is either not much to look at or very much indeed, depending on one's viewpoint; a few snickers follow her as she climbs from her shards and trundles off, for she's the less than glamorous color of pale seaweed strands from nose to tail, nowhere near unhealthy, but certainly not the richest of light green hues ever seen. Perhaps fittingly, she ignores the snickerers completely - her tail is turned to them almost from the get-go, and she never looks back. It takes a walk clear across the cavern, including detours around several unhatched eggs, before she meets the far side of the candidate semicircle, and from there it's the work of peering into a dozen faces in succession--a dozen, but no more, because the thirteenth wears a genuinely amazed expression for a reason; the meek, soft-spoken and frankly tiny seventeen-Turn-old girl Searched from among the workers at Malay Hold, all middling brown skin and neat black hair, is the only possible choice.