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It was too early to say for sure if the two newest dragons on the sands would be any less unruly than the last, but so far they seemed cordial enough. It was almost cute how the blue had waited for his sister, and then followed after her. Merase thought he must have a good idea on who he wanted to choose, if he had time to help her out first. She didn't seem to thrilled, but them what dragon here today had? She leaned forward in her seat to see better. The girls were closer on the sands than the boys to her, and some were out of sight behind heads of other watchers and so on. Would this impression be blood-free?

Velrun had many of the same thoughts as those watching. The pair seemed quite content when placed next to their siblings and rather calm. Something about the way the blue had watched over the green thought made him curious. Hopefully none of the girls would repeat the fool boy's attempt at getting closer. The green didn't seem the type to maul, but the blue perhaps... He shifted, moving his feet to keep them cool. The sands were hot today.

He too would watch as the blue and green broke free from their shells, their patience and almost protective nature for one another enough to relax him just slightly. It was, he'd admit, a nice change. For the better, certainly. Inaari's words made his face fall flat a little, and he shook his head somewhat as though to deny it. "Don't count your dragons before they hatch." He muttered stubbornly, but kept an eye on the two. Who would they seek out?

The bowl was starting to smell of blood, or was that just her nose playing tricks on her? Another felled Candidate, just one this time. Not bad, for this hatching. Then, the American Paint egg stole her attention. She was eager for it to hatch, curious to see the dragonet inside. When the Big Blue Brother took hovered over the American Paint egg, Weiwin became even more anxious, though she stepped back when the pair verged on her group. Her eyes didn't waver from the pair, however.

E'si sat in the stands, legs stretched out in front of him, possibly take up as much room as he could for some as lean as he was. Those who complained usually received a flat glare or a small tell-off. Miith usually cheered him on when he prevented a girl from taking the space his legs required for relaxing. Silently he was glad he wasn't a participant in this Hatching, and also silently thought it served his brother right for coming to the Weyr after him. His gaze fixed on the taller and more pleasant-looking Silute. E'si had made quite a show of avoiding his little brother at every open opportunity. Really, since Silute had showed up, E'si hadn't said much of a word to him. He didn't hate his brother, he just hated that he was here. E'si had left home for the single purpose of getting away from his family, and now they were following him like a sharding plague.

A SHARDING PLAGUE.

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Silute was relieved that the Blue had Impressed relatively quickly... and with only... uhhh... some collateral damage. He grimaced to himself, and carefully turned his gaze to one of the eggs that seemed to be shaking more than the rest. Another brilliant blue dragonet hatched, and it seemed to be the first one that wasn't aggressive. Silute's eyes remained fixed on the dragonet as he weaved through the eggs, and he was sure that the gesture of the blue guiding his green sister and protecting her was the most sweetest gesture in the whole Hatching. He was sure the other dragonets were more focused on themselves and their lucky dragonriders-to-be.

It put a little ease to the stresses of the Hatching, took off the edge, and if one of them 'snapped'... well at least they were in with the girls.

Another egg cracked and split, and then another. Admiring the splotchy pair, Ceanandin absently listened in as a Candidate beside him muttered to his companion that these two, at least, didn't seem ready to kill anyone. Only then did he pull his eyes from the newly-hatched to note the blood-splattered sands, and the torn and stained robes of several Candidates. Perhaps arriving late had worked to his advantage after all, if he'd missed a mauling.

If there was one word to describe this Hatching, it was chaos. Jaidev couldn't believe how many had been mauled (and that none of them was him- though he supposed he'd paid that due at his first Hatching).

It had started auspicious, with the big queen egg rocking. It was...strange since the golds usually waited patiently to even twitch in previous events but this one was so eager! He didn't think much of it- it was as good a start as a Bronze, right? He was still uneasy about the lack of a Touching combined with jam-packed Sands but maybe, he thought, Jisken was right and he needed to be less uneasy. They never Touched in the old days so...how much a difference could there be?

A HUGE difference, apparently. A roving brown's claws had sunk themselves into Jisken, first of all. It was...ironic. It had been a brown that had gave Jaidev his scars. Another boy had fallen to the claws of the brown as well. So much for an auspicious start. Then the queen, once she emerged, took out a few more Candidates. Next was a blue.

What now? Jaidev could handle the odd mauling or close call without panicking. His incident was thread-char in the wind- nothing lasting. He didn't have severe trauma. But when so many maulings happened with such frequency...yeah, he was going to get a little nervous. Okay, a lot nervous. But judging by the look on the other Candidate's faces...he wasn't alone in his feelings.

And now a Blue and Green were roving the sands, heading towards the girls (and away from him), mercifully. Would there be more casualties? Or would things settle down? These two seemed a little less angry and restless, at least...

Getting close to the breaking point, Kess decided to momentarily give up on willing the rest of the eggs to hatch, and, keeping her eyes locked on the pair heading toward the girls, began to make her way through the other Candidates, heading for the healers she'd been intermitantly staring at, silently begging them to come and check on her.

They'd checked on all the other mauling victims, after all. And, well, her arm hurt. Not knowing if Uuni would join her or not [perhaps not, Kess was leaving a great vantage point], the blonde held her arm close to her chest as she approached the healers, face expressionless despite the unhappiness in her eyes.

Numbweed, maybe a splint, something that wouldn't make her leave the sands...