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Staring back with glittering gold eyes to match the greens whirling red and orange Cyrci had to question what made a dragon a Queen or a fighter. This green held herself with staunch confidence and the temper to rival a wher it seemed, forcing the girls to shift this way and that in worry for what the creatures intentions were. She had spirit, a fire that nothing would ever put out and a force of will that made others souls burn brighter by proximity.

The girls, most of them it seemed were backing up or preparing to run as the green stalked forward. Their retreating movement making Orlina and Cyrci's positions on the frontlines more prominent with every candidates hesitant backwards step.

Glancing over her shoulders at the other girls she frowned. Didn't they know you didn't back away from a predator? It only solidified your position as prey. Sides from how fast she'd seen the dragons move she doubted that even she could out run them for long, making a swift side step was the most likely option to avoid getting mauled. Yet she had no intention of running. She had stared down bullies, storms and charging whers.

So in this too she would remain hazel gold eyes staring down the green with a mix of determination, admiration, and love. A small, staunch, and steadfast figure, the light wind tossing her long flame colored locks about and tugging at her candidate robe. Even as the green came ever closer she did not run, did not flee, perhaps it was a gamble that would cost her some claws to her shins if she could not side step in time, but it was a gamble she was willing to take. Extending a hand Cyrci let out a low warbling croon in the back of her throat, a welcoming, happy sound.

Cyrci wondered how they must look to the green. A ragtag group of shifting and skittish human girls in white. Could the green smell their fear? Could she sense her hope and fire? Did she already know who among them was hers? Did the green remember her from the touching, could she hear and understand Cyrci's encouragement and praise. If not, was she just another obstacle in the greens path to her rider or was she the partner the green had fought her way out of the shell to reach.

Cyrci was caught mid spring to the side by the dragon and felled to the ground narrowing her eyes as was pushed down from the front of the line. At least the dragon hadn't gone for Orlina. Feeling the pinprick of claws she kept her lashes low only the slight gasp of breath from having the wind knocked out of her showing that she was possibly afraid. If there had been some game or competition for holding still she'd have one it at the moment with as quick as she froze waiting till the green got off her to get up and dust the sand from herself.

Well she hadn't taken to that dragon because it wasn't willing to act. Shrugging her shoulders she took the few steps back into the crowd back into her position near the front next to Orlina.

As Arjikith settled to the ground, he threw his wings open and rested them across the sands to let them dry. So close to the feeding bowls, even the undersized brown’s wingspan would make an obstacle for any new Impressed pairs to avoid. However, the hatchling was certain he was quite deserving of the space, and he wanted the sticky egg goop on his hide to dry before His took him to be oiled. His stomach and underbelly were already coated in sand from all his lying down on the Hatching grounds, a true pity to those that hadn’t yet appreciated his beauty (though he had yet to take a proper look at himself, he had an acute sense of his own splendor), but once he dried out perhaps he could shake the sand away and give the crowd a look at his magnificence. For now though, his main concern was the hunger that had given his eyes a less friendly tinge than their usual. He gave a petulant whine as Kazairl picked out one of the most laden meat bowls and brought it to him. He started to snap at the chunks himself, but his chosen deftly caught him beneath the chin and lifted his head up. As his mouth snapped shut, Arjikith grunted in surprise and displeasure. What are you doing?

“You’ll choke, you lump,” Kazairl answered, having already attached a nickname to his lifemate. He picked one of the smaller bloody lumped and lifted it to Arjikith, who snapped it up deftly. “They taught us to do this so you don’t forget about breathing while you eat.”

If it makes you feel better, but don’t go too slowly. After several minutes the brown paused in his gorging as the spitfire green storming the sands made a pounce for one of the girls. Twisting his head around, he gave a loud warble to the green, trying to make some noise to distract rather than soothe (since that didn’t seem possible), but their mother made the effort useless. He sent up a grateful call to his mother and then turned back to the meat bowl at hand. When I am full we should go see if that girl is alright. It was rather brave of her to face my sister that way.

Kazairl continued feeding his dragon after the hectic moment had ended, but his expression was more puzzled and concerned. “Brave or foolish?”

I’m sure she did what she thought was best, and no harm came from it, Arjikith answered with satisfaction as he gulped down another bloody lump.

Cyrci most certainly hadn't forgotten her candidate training or her training as a wherhandler. After all she'd been trained for the latter all her life and she knew to stick with the group and move even if she let herself be pushed towards the front. Cyrci smiled at Orlina's offered hand, but did not take it picking herself up off the ground with ease as she shook the last bits of sand off of herself.

"The scratches are fine. They're just pinpricks not worth a healers time, but thank you for your concern. I suppose that green doesn't fancy manners much." She replied to the girl with a soft chuckle seeming no worse the wear in body nor humor for such an incident. That on the other hand didn't stop her from catching the smirk playing across one of the other few girls left lips as she arched an eyebrow at the other candidate.

Well now maybe this was the greens rider. After all if what's her name, Ralla, could take pleasure in the misfortune of other maybe the two nasty pieces of works would suit each other. Not that Cyrci particularly cared. She'd done what she could and greeted he green and held no hard feelings towards the little darling for her actions. If anything the girl was just as thrilled with the creature as when she hatched. After all the egg had hatched and that was something to be celebrated.

Cyrci chuckled apparently her guess had been extremely accurate from the looks of things. Shrugging her shoulders good naturedly she patted Orlina's head and turned back to the eggs with the others. After all there were more left to crack and the quiet Veiled egg it seemed would be the next up in line to look over those on the grounds today.

Feynath's bugle was what drew Orothor from his middle-staring back to the present. He blinked as he shed his thoughts, the Clutch refocusing in his gaze, and then redirected his eyes to the Gold and, finally, to the girls. The Green sat on the chest of one of the girls, but promptly got off to flick sand on the girl and move on. She looked familiar. The girl, not the dragonet. As Orlina moved forward to offer a hand that the girl ignored (something that made Orothor, who was always impeccably polite, frown), he realized why. Cyrci. The Holder girl Orlina had befriended. Of course. He'd met her before. She dusted herself off and seemed no worse for wear, which was a blessing. Two attacks-- too light to be called maulings-- in one Hatching. It was surprisingly few, if he considered the broad scope of Hatchings. Which he did. He would be remiss on exploring all of the information if he didn't, after all.

Another bugle-- this one from the Green-- announced that Impression had been made. So far only one between. That was good, then. Orothor couldn't blame the hatchling for its actions, after all; it was just a hatchling. He'd missed whatever had set the Green off, but he assumed it was whatever set off other hatchlings.

Orothor raised his eyebrows as he watched Cyrci pat Orlina on the head. His sister didn't say anything that he could tell, but the look on her face wasn't exactly pleased and he watched her smooth her hair down afterward in a gesture of discomfort. Hm. Was it the touching or the condescension inherent in that action that she didn't like? He didn't know her well enough to say, though he had found himself running into her fairly often now that they knew the other one existed.

There were still eggs hatching. Some weren't rocking at all and some were rocking quietly, but it seemed as if the most explosive of the eggs had come and gone by now.

The shy pair stayed off to the side while Azylrin, no he was now Az'rin (something Qizixth had helped him pick out), fed his bonded pieces of meat. The blue sure did seem to be hungry, but there was something between timidness and hesitation in him while he ate another piece. Az'rin frowned a little, giving Qizixth's head a stroke.

"Is the meat alright?" He asked in a small voice, like he didn't want to draw too much attention to them.

Qizixth paused in his eating, tail flicking anxiously before curling down as if it were going to go between his legs. Yes! The meat is wonderful! I...I was just more hungry than I thought.

If possible, Az'rin was sure the blue would be blushing right now. He didn't know what was causing it, but he'd ask later. "I'm glad. And there is plenty here for you to have!" To prove this, Az'rin grabbed another piece of meat and offered it to his bonded. The blue took it and leaned against him, glancing towards the Sands. Az'rin did the same. Just in time too. The green that had terrified Qizixth screamed causing both of them to jump with Qizixth trying to hide his head behind Az'rin. The chunky boy watched as the green lunged at a girl. Oh..oh shards! Was she...was the green going to hurt her? Or...or kill her?!

S-She should not have....have insulted my sister so. She is angry! The voice was slightly higher pitched as yellow swirled around his eyes.

Thankfully, the Queen had this covered and called the dragonet off. But Az'rin's heart still thumped a little faster than usual. And as the blue pair watched, the feisty green found hers and Impression was made! He felt slightly relieved by this.

I am happy for her. Qizixth said quietly, tentatively snatching another piece of meat.

As the green tackled Cyrci, Shedrawn took a step forward as if to o help her, but he caught himself before he did something intolerable. Skewth opened his mouth to bugle but Shedrawn placed a palm on him.

"We can't interfere Skewth, much as I would love too." Shedrawn winced. He hoped the green would not hurt the charismatic wherhandler.

To calm his spirits and brighten his heart Shedrawn found his little special jar of oil and slowy starting at the top of Skewth's neck began to rub in oil.

The brown hummed and nudged him.