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La smiled gratefully at C'ym's arrival and attached herself to C'ym's elbow as soon as he took charge of Elae. "Of course I'll help you. Faranth, something unpleasant's afoot." There wasn't much else to say from that point, although as soon as they were off the Sands, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"That......was a mess."

Notos accepted her efforts to stand without a complaint, only responding with a sardonic grin. "I'll leave it in your hands then." He nodded to the person he recognized as a Bronzerider. The unsteady smile hadn't fooled him in the very least. But the girl appeared to know him, so it wasn't Noto's business any longer. He left it in his hands, probably because he had three other pairs of hands to help.

Notos was wondering why the other male couldn't seem to hold Elae alone, but let it slide. "Make sure she's ok. " He said briskly, paying a moment more of his attention. A nervous bronze rider too? Man, there was alot of firsts for him today. At least there were those girls there.. La, Zara and Anne? Zara proved herself, after talking to that little .. not-healer snuff.

He stood up properly, dusting off his pants. After this incident, it was hard to concentrate at the hatching.

Notos couldn't just go back to watching eggs. Too bad, he couldn't control his conscious at will. "I think.. I'm going to leave really soon." Notos murmured to himself. He didn't feel sick or anything, simply a bit distracted.

Annelie almost cringed at all the yelling going around, and she became very aware that more and more people were starting to look and wonder. 'Awkward' was beginning to not even explain it, so when C'ym asked her and the remaining girls for help, she immediately nodded and followed. ... NOT THAT SHE WOULDN'T HAVE FOLLOWED ANYWAYS. Elae was her friend, one of the few, and she'd stand by as long as she was needed and then some.

She moved at C'ym's other side, giving glances over Elae's carried form to La. She hadn't met the young woman before and failed at placing her at any event. Faranth, her memory was almost getting to be like Yansanth's. ... speaking of which:

ANNELIE! ANNELIE WILL YOU ANSWER PLEASE? came the desperate cries of said Yansanth. Annelie had unintentionally tuned her out in the given chaos and only now remembered the voice in her head.

Elae had fainted -- it's alright, though. She'll be fine...Hopefully.

Yansanth didn't know who Elae was. Or at least she couldn't remember her. She grew more worried, though, inspite of the fact and continued to send such feelings to Hers.

Kallista watched as the Gh'lan came around. Something still did not seem right and his eyes were bright with fever. Nudging T'ka, she handed the girl the confiscated wineskin. It was cool and maybe it could help. "Try this?"

Astarteth bespoke to Haanyath. Why are they worried? What is wrong with Khunoth's rider? The green hated being out of the loop and not knowing what was upsetting her other half.

When T'ka stood up and asked for a Healer, Kallista felt the boy's cheeks and forehead. Warm all over. And he was mumbling. "T'ka. I will run for the Healer's quarters. Don't move him, give him some of the wine. I am fast, I will be right back."

Shoving people out the way and cursing them to Thread, Kallista hopped down the stair and made her way to the open hallways. Inside of Ista, it was a maze of caverns and pathways. Luckily, she had gone through most of them since coming to the Weyr. And she remembered how to reach the Healer's area.

Hurry, hurry. Even Haanyath worries for this rider. Astarteth encouraged hers.

Reaching the area, Kallista grabbed the nearest Healer, a middle aged man and yanked his arm good. He started to say something to her but she cut him off. "Come with me now! There are ill folk at the Hatching Grounds. A rider in the stands is sick!"

Tugging him again, Kallista made the man follow her back to the Stands. How long had she been gone? A quarter of a mark? Half? She had no idea but once more she shoved her way back up to where T'ka and Gh'lan were sitting. "Do something NOW!"

Ok… wow. Mal needed to pause for a few moments to quietly figure out what had just happened. First, Marko had quietly completed his little freak out and had apparently tried to escape from Xeran. Then the younger Harper had bodily carried Marko out. Well, kudos to Marko. Hopefully, the redheaded Harper would be happy now that he had finally gotten Xeran’s attention. And then, just when that drama had calmed down, some girl fainted? Mal, being the terminally curious type, wanted to move forward, but something stopped him.

Mostly, it was the reminder that, ‘Hey. You don’t know anything about this stuff. Let someone else handle it, alright?’. Also, there was the thought that Z’nal was probably itching to hand out more latrine duty and he did not want any. Do. Not. Want. By the time Mal’s attention went back to the dragons, he noticed that Jiriar had Impressed a lovely little Green! Well, congrats to him too! A few other people had Impressed as well, mostly boys that Mal vaguely recognized. And Conomor had Impressed too, another boy that Mal knew, albeit it briefly.

Once the Parsley Girl had stormed out, things to be really quieting down, thankfully. Mal didn’t envy the girl who had fainted though. She was bound to get some sort of lecture from someone, most likely about the benefits of ‘Staying Awake During a Hatching’ or possibly ‘Do Not Come If You Are Sharding Sick’. Actually… now that Mal looked around at the other Candidates, he noted some coughing going on. Lots of it, actually. And some more stuff going on in the Stands, something about a dragon…

Oh, shards. This did not seem good. The part of Mal that wanted to just survive no matter the cost began to look for a way out.

"There is quite a lot of fuss going on Mine," Naedreth observed to C'mor as he gulped down meat. "Will the falling girl be alright?"

Honestly he had been so absorbed in passing good chunks of meat to the young bronze he had hardly noticed. Passing another piece of flesh to Naedreth, he turned to observe the commotion with a slight frown of concern. "I don't know, I'm sure that... Oh, good, looks like she's waking. It was probably just the heat of the sands, candidates do faint from it sometimes." He hoped that was all it was; with so many people crowded together illness was always a worry... But not one he had time for just now. C'mor passed more food to Naedreth and stroked the dragonet's strong neck.

"Oh good, so long as she'll be okay," Naedreth replied, turning to look at the girl who had fallen with whirling green eyes as he gulped down another tasty morsel of food.

C'mor silently agreed with his dragonet, and finally took in the other new riders around him as his partner's hunger began to lessen. "Congratulations everyone," he said with another huge grin, "I look forward to flying with you!" A rider! He was actually a rider! He could hardly believe it had happened. It could have felt like a dream or a fantasy but for the very real presence of Naedreth inside his mind.

"Of course you're a rider C'morMine!" Naedreth said, rumbling in amusement as he took more meat from His. "I was born and you are Mine so I came to you and so now you are a rider. Why is that so strange?"

C'mor grinned and shrugged. "It just seems too good to be true."

At this point, Z'nal was clearly ready to have a fit. People dropping at random on the sands and in the stands? Either the lot of them were more soused than a wherry cooked in wine sauce, or they were IDIOTIC enough to have not noticed previously that they were getting sick. Farnath he hoped that wasn't the case. With the over crowded Weyr and the lice, that would be the absolute last straw, it would spread like wildfire, and over exhaust the healers because some troupe of dim-glows had figured they were far too special to ignore the symptoms of illness. Mind it could still be heat exhaustion, the hot sands, and if they'd drunk too much wine they'd be dehydrated as it was. He wouldn't put that past them. These latest batches of candidates were woefully undisciplined, and seemed to have in mind that becoming a dragon rider was to become entitled to lay about and gulp wine and pastry all day. And of course there had been that yelling idiot again. He'd have to see about getting permission to keep him off the sands next time around, after finding out who the hell he'd been trying to remove from the sands. No...check that. Find out who he'd been trying to remove from the sands, then tie him up and cram him into a small crate in the storage rooms until things were over. Let him yell at the damn tunnel-snakes.
He started to make his way toward the lower parts of the sands, teeth grinding fiercely, and followed by S'kagi.
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"This can't be good." S'kagi noted, unnecessarily. "What the shards is going on?" He remembered the fight that had broken out in the gather, wondering if perhaps some of these youngsters had been hit with something after all, and had failed to report it, but there didn't seem to be blood on the sands yet. Concussions perhaps? But still.
"We've got to see about keeping the fuss down, damn it. The queen egg still hasn't hatched." He added, earning an soft snarl from Z'nal.
"I'm not blind." And then a little more respectfully. "We'll have to keep people off the sands as much as possible. if we have to we'll go down ourselves but we can't have another horde of dung-brains leaping onto the sands in some misbegotten sense of heroics."
Z'nal's unspoken opinion was partially that they had more candidates than they knew what to do with, but Queen eggs... a queen hatchling was a damned lot harder to replace.
It was a cold, vicious opinion, but also a very true one, if partially fueled by his raw aggravation at people's openly foolish behavior, which already was risking a hatchling going 'Between' or hurting someone, or worse, itself, in it's panic.