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"Balls!" Tofir swore, earning himself a truly nasty look. Apparently healers weren't allowed to swear on the sands? That rule hadn't come up anywhere that he'd seen.

Moving smoothly but quickly, putting years of playing various games of speed and hand-eye coordination to work, Tofir ignored the gestures of his fellow healers and retreated from the sands, making his way to the stands.

"You'll scare him," one of the others chastened.

"Oh, right. So I just let him do his damage and clean up when he's finished?"

"Yes. That's what we do."

Tofir ground his teeth and continued toward the stands. They'd reprimand him, but he wasn't terribly concerned about that. After this hatching, his future plans involved a return to the Hall, and he couldn't imagine that sending him back with a nasty note saying he tried to stop people from getting hurt would really do any damage to his chances of walking the tables.

He reached the stands and then stopped, completely unsure what to do next. His decision was a lot easier when he saw Yulu making her way there. He swore again, more colorfully than before, and chased after her.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked her when he caught up to her. "Go back to the sands, you idiot. You have a dragon of your own to care for."

He was almost tempted to move her bodily, but he really would rather not. She'd hit him in the past, and her hands were slick with raw meat juices.

Oh shards. It was happening. One of those Hatching murders that she'd heard about. Jadamirei had just been pleased about the fact there had only been incidental bloodshed when this blue had hatched, and promptly dealt more damage to bystanders than the rest of his clutchmates had combined. She bit down the rising nausea, the color of the blood oddly vivid now that there was so much of it. She reached out, blindly, gripping onto the person nearest her to help her keep aloft as the world swam red.

No, she'd promised herself. She couldn't show this weakness. Even as she listened to a woman scream. She couldn't look away, and she couldn't drag herself closer to try and stop the senselessness of it. She froze, torn between horror and anger. Her mind paralyzed by it all. She'd promised herself she wouldn't do this, she wouldn't! That promise didn't stop her horror. What if that woman had been her?



Verianne's lip was curled in distaste, her fists clenched. Absolutely senseless. She turned her face away from the carnage. Healers were already on their way towards the woman and the injured, it seemed. Surely gold Kaveth would stop this dragonet's rampage soon. After all, it would reflect poorly, wouldn't it? Oh sure, it happened. Didn't mean it had to be allowed to continue.

As the blue stalked its way through the boys and up the stands, it took out several people including a woman who was screaming at the top of her lungs. Canoake tossed her head with amusement and curbed horror. She had gotten over the fact that she wasn't going to be Impressing this time around. Oh well. There was another gold due to fly any time soon.

She watched as Tofir started to make his way across the sands and some petty part of her hoped that the blue used him to launch further into the grounds. The crowds moved around to let the blue have his space and try to find his. Maybe he would not find them and head back down. That would really be amusing.

Personally, Canoake wanted to leave the Sands now and go mingle with the newly Impressed. It never hurt to rub elbows with dragon riders. But she sighed and blew hair out of her face. If he would hurry and pick someone, he could get to eating and they could all be on their way.

Tofir glanced over at the violent blue, and then looked back at Yulu, his dark eyes narrowing and his thick eyebrows drawing together in a furious frown. He knew the expression would do little against Yulu if she was determined, and she seemed to be. So he'd have to be rude. Sometimes people had to hear things they didn't want to hear. Happened all the time, he knew.

"Actually, you aren't. You're a dragonrider. That's kind of how this works. So get out of the way, and go back to the other dragonriders. If something happens to you..." He didn't want to make threats. She surely knew the risks well enough. "Just go back. You're holding me up, and the longer I stand here, the worse off that poor woman's going to be."

Skanath wrinkled his nose. He didn't like the tension filling the sands and he fluttered his wings in reaction making little worried sounds. His's hands against his hide was almost enough to sooth the big blue, but he did not like the way his clutchmate was acting. Crooning softly he looked to his bigger clutchmates and then his mother for reassurance before looking back to the angry blue on the sands.

Oh for Shard's sake! Marcillus watched as the blue was frightened about and sent running into the stands then back out again, back towards Kaveth. She had no idea what to do, everybody seemed intent on ordering him about but... was that really all that wise? Marci shifted in place, worried for the blue as it seemed totally lost, though the movements of the Candidates around gave her reason to echo their movements and she stepped forward a little, towards where the eggs had been.

What was he looking for? The others hadn't had such problem finding their riders, was... was this blue without a lifemate here? She'd heard of such things happening before but it hadn't occurred to her it might actually happen.

"Someone should calm him down!" She called, trying to be helpful as she waved, "Stop frightening him!" Maybe if everybody just calmed down, it would help him?

Akerth was, well, irritated didn't even begin to cover it. He was young, but he was already sure that there were some things he hated. And one of those things was not being listened to. He was pretty sure, at this point, that another one of them was being hopped over.

No, he didn't like that at all. Which, if he was the sort of dragon to lose his temper, might have been a problem. He might have blustered. Or roared. What he did instead was turn to follow.

And he might have, if J'ev hadn't approached. He still intended to, until His started heading off the sands.

T'rus! We must--

No. Trust me. It will hurt us in the long run. Do what you can from a distance, but we've got to listen to J'ev.

"Sorry, sir. Akerth was just, concerned. He's young and, well, I guess I got carried away." T'rus was all apologetic smiles as he retreated back to the tables, though Akerth tossed his head and looked irritably toward his clutchmate as they retreated.

Settle. Find yours. Now. He sent the order with as much force as he could as he retreated from the sands.