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Mercy caught her breath as the firey green launched herself t one of the candidates, for a few moments she feared the worst but the hatchling moved off to find hers and by the way the girl was moving Mercy could tell that she wasn't too badly hurt. Still it would likely be a good idea for her to visit a healer afterwards...just in case.

Aerith on the other hand held no mercy for the candidates 'she should have moved' the white announced privately to Mercy and then shared the thought with Moriath as well.

You can oil me when we leave. I don’t want anymore sand stuck to me, Arjikith noted as his bonded continued to shovel food into his mouth.

“I have the privilege?” Kaz asked archly as he watched the small brown gulp down another mouthful.

Well someone has to, the dragon answered, somehow managing to look pitiful even with blood dripping from his muzzle and down his neck. And you’re the only one that can help me. I need you.

“Flatterer,” Kazairl laughed, and stroked the endearing brown’s eyeridges. “I think you’ve had enough to eat for now.”

Arjikith grunted his agreement and, having received his scratching, flexed his wings experimentally. The sand was dry, but it wasn’t coming off quite as easily as he’d hoped. Help? he queried. Laughing, Kazairl gathered the sleeves of his robe and started brushing grit from his bonded’s hide.

“You’re going to have to walk out on your own. You’re a brown, not an atypical, so you don’t need to be carried,” he reminded as he rubbed at Arjikith’s neck.

The brown sighed deeply, but he had fully intended on strutting on his own legs out before the stands started clearing anyway. He lolled his head to the side to allow Kazairl better access to his chest and eyed his sister as she approached. Hello, Firith, he greeted contentedly. I’m glad to see you Impressed so quickly. Yours seems rather dedicated.

Cyrci simply arched another brow at the people staring at her as she lifted one hand to swipe a bit of blood from the pricks. What? So what if she'd actually greeted the dragon. True not one of her smarter moves, but she just couldn't stand there and wait anymore. Sides it wasn't like she hadn't done her best to stick to the candidatemasters advice beyond that. She'd tried to side step when she'd gotten the chance, she hadn't left the group even if she had let herself be moved to the front. As far as she was concerned no one, but her had gotten hurt so what was there left to care about? Or was she really so interesting they'd rather gawk at the whergirl then watch the eggs hatching? Trying to force down the urge to roll her eyes Cyrci turned back to the eggs. No, she wasn't going to get flustered over this. If the others wanted to scowl and scold her for whatever mistake she'd committed this time they could. She was fine. Even if the wounds had been worse or deeper then she'd still be fine. She'd been raised a wherhandler shard it she was made of tougher stuff then to let herself be curbed by some hatchlings ire.

The green had found her partner after all and that was all that mattered and all she'd wanted for the little egg. Even if that partner hadn't been her. She glanced down at her hands frowning slightly at the blood. Ah well it'd scab over soon enough. Hopefully she wouldn't get more then a few dots on the candidates robes.

Cyrci smiled at the new green, but her smile quickly turned into a frown as the Topsy Turvy egg began to shake. Oh the poor dear even at hatching the little dragon just couldn't catch a break it seemed. She remembered that egg very well and hoped the little one when it came out wouldn't be too off set once it found it's feet. Though Cyrci's smile returned to her lips once more when the Veiled hatchling took the time to cease the upset eggs movements.

Hopefully now with it's jostling journey paused the little hatchling wouldn't hurt itself or any other egg with it's wayward rolling. Though Cyrci had to wonder why the Queen hadn't corrected the poor eggs position.

Well whatever the reason the hatchling inside was coming out and it's green sibling had set off to find its rider. Would the new green go for the girls or the boys as a few had been want to do of late.

Which ever way it went at least now they knew that egg wasn't a dud either. With all three of the more risky eggs hatched there was a good deal less for riders, candidates, and observers to worry about.

Cyrci glanced up at the stands searching to see if she could spot her brother, but in the jostling crowd it was hard to pick the journeyman wherhandler out from the rest of the lot. He'd likely had to leave his wher behind to come to the hatching. That is if he was able to come, she doubted her mother had after all she had a business to run. yet surely with more then one wherhandler surely he had been able to make it to see her? Maybe?

At least if he was here there'd be one less unfamiliar face in the crowd. Why she'd be happy just to see his Wher and be able to hug the big lovable brown. The Weyr was full of so many strange new rules, people, smells, and sounds. Not like the comforting rustle of hide in the den or the distinct musty warm smell of a healthy wher.

No Malvren came with a whole new set of odd things and odd people who thought she was even odder then they were. Well at least there weren't as many stuck up holder girls here as there had been back at Engova. Sighing Cyrci shifted her feet in the sand watching the Topsy Turvy egg with interest.

It certainly wasn't the smallest egg of the clutch yet the poor thing been bumped around a good deal by the Jitterbug. Maybe now with it's excitable sibling off the sands it felt safe to come out and greet the candidates.

Maybe the dragon in there was looking for her? Even after her refusal by the green Cyrci never quite lost her determined edge. Just a rock in her path, if she couldn't go around then she'd go over it. Nothing and no one would stop her journey.

Arjikith gave a general hum of affirmation and let his sister get about with her eating and scratching. Of course she had picked the best – for her. After all, Arjikith had taken His out of the selection before she had hatched. There was no need to go about correcting her, however. It was just as well that she was proud; he was sure the young woman scratching at her was worthwhile, and there was no need to go ruffling feathers. At Kazairl’s insistence the brown rose to his feet to let his bonded start sweeping the sand from his underbelly and the base of his wings. Once relatively clean, he braced his feet widely and shook himself out from nose to tail tip, flinging the last of the grit every which way. He started to strut over to the line of girls, curious about the one that had been pounced by Firith, but Kazairl made a noise of protest that made him pause. Right, of course. He probably needed to wait for all his brethren to Impress before nosing among the Candidates. He let out another draconic sigh and settled with aplomb on his hindquarters. He had some trouble folding his wings, His helped fold them to his side and he assumed a proud posture as he looked out over the sands.

Kazairl knelt beside Arjikith, enjoying the quiet sound of his breathing, the smooth feel of his hide, and the gentle and confident mental presence from being so close to him. He had never been one to dote excessively on physical affections, but he slung his arm over the tan dragon’s neck and scraped lightly at some spot he could sense itched. His eyes trailed out over the sands to the green and the egg that finally managed to turn itself over, but his mind was elsewhere. He was filthy and tired, and the life he had lived up to this point was extinguished. It was glorious, wonderful, and in no way regrettable, but it was certainly hard to absorb all at once.

the crimson replied to the white with a snort, For all that Aerith was technically sexless Moraith very much thought of her as, well, a her.

Kleos commented to her dragon as she felt her words to the other atype.

For all that Moriath was usually scathing about males it was not the poor lost hatchling’s fault that His had not been here, and even she wouldn’t try to imply that it was. she went on, moving away from the sad topic to a hopeful one,

Kleos replied, glancing away from the blue who was still seeking his rider to inspect the motionless eggs, It could be of course that one or more of them were true duds, but from what she gathered the candidates had got feelings of life from all of them so there was probably no cause for concern.

Oh, she Impressed, Arjikith hummed, pulling his Bonded from the slight stupor of wonder he’d fallen in to.

“Oh, yes, she has.”

Pay more attention, Mine. We’ll have to meet them all properly, and their bonded as well. I should like to meet everyone.[ He stretched his neck to watch the Topsy-Turvy blue setting off gingerly for the boys line. Gently, he gave off a soft warble of encouragement when the blue reached the Candidates. I think he’ll be alright.

To Kazairl, the assessment sounded a bit too concerned to be sure, and he rubbed at his brown’s shoulder reassuringly. While he was normally as considerate of his friends as he was of complete strangers, the reassuring touch had been given without conscious thought. As strange as consideration usually was for the young man, it was now instinctive.