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"Elae!" She had known the moment the girl fell, the hand on her shoulder pulled her attention away from the eggs. Eyes widening, she jumped into action without a second though. Well, she would have, some idiot jumped from the crowed when she was right there! Didn't he know it was extremely dangerous for him and the hatchlings to pull a stunt like that?

All she could do was watch in frustration; she pushed at people who had come to gather around her. She tried barking orders, she tried everything and couldn't get anywhere near her friend. The sharding fools needed to just get away so she could do something! Everything in her was screaming to help and not being listened to just burned her temper to the highest.

What was going on when non-healers carried around herbs all the time? It was probably a good thing; she didn't have any of it in her own supply, which wasn't even on her. Parsley had a strong smell, why bring something with a strong odor here?

"I will help!" She tried doing just that, no one was going to tell her otherwise, except actually Healers. The ones always standing in the wings for hatchling accidents fixed her quick. This was her last chance to stand and she better well stand, Elae would be taken care of. Angry, but put in her place, she sent her well wishes to Elae and tried to calm her anger, it still wasn't right that people jumped in like that when she could have done something, especially that sharding male from the stands. Eyes on the eggs, the gold one calmed her again and she was able to focus on what was at hand even if she moved anxiously in the sand.

Veyes watched from a distance as people raced about trying to help the girl who had fallen. He might have gone to help but there wouldn't have been much he could have done. Since he wasn't a healer, he'd have been in the way in that crowd. More than likely if he could even manage that walk they would have realized he might be suffering from the same problem. It would get him kicked right off the sand and in front of Z'nal. He couldn't bear to have to deal with that man at the moment and doubted he would be able restrain his tongue.

Being here meant everything so he had to calm himself...so he had to conserve his strength then surely he'd be able to finish out this hatching. After almost missing the last egg that cracked, the idea of Conomor giving him this bad luck only made him want to fight harder to defeat it. Shards! He was better than what Con had made of him and one day, that new bronze rider would know it. Pulling on those thoughts, he found several questions to fill his sore head.

But why did he even care to prove it to Con? It was something he couldn't explain to himself at the time. Maybe it was the feelings he hadn't really explored about that evening at the lake. Maybe it would have been better to confront Con rather than let things go as they had. Wait...now was not the time for this sort of thought. Shouldn't he be thinking about the 4 other eggs on the sand? 4?? Weren't there 2 just moments before? Oh great, he had miscounted...BUT...That meant at least 3 more chances...right?

He took in that anger and recycled it into energy giving him a slightly renewed clarity that might not last too long but hopefully would sustain him for the rest of this event. Glancing about he tried to spot his friends still on the sands because it occurred to him that they might be sick too, however, through the crowds of people, he could only spot Mal and Nehren; both seemed well. He guessed Firyal would tough it out if she were sick...She sometimes reminded him a lot of himself strangely enough. He wasn't sure what he would have done if they were sick but it was comforting to know that he'd have tried.

Once he was assured of their well being, with renewed interest he focused back on the eggs. What were his chances? He'd get over this illness, but if he impressed while ill...would L'thor help him until he recovered. Shards, L'thor had enough flits and a dragon! Ugh. No, he'd figure it out. Surely the Weyr had means? His mind whirled in these thoughts because he was determined to be a committed lifemate even if he were sick as a dog doing it.

His brain vaguely processed the words from T'ka and another woman he didn't know, but between the pain between his ears and the very sudden realization that he might just be about ready to faint, he couldn't bother to sort who was who and what they had said. Really, this was all way too much! He'd hardly been sick a day in his life!

And what was this?

His eyes blinked open wide when he realized that T'ka was holding a wineskin in front of him. The other woman had vanished, damn she was fast, but T'ka had stayed. Or were their two T'ka's? This was all far too confusing... which one had the bloody wineskin? He tried to take it from her, but felt that he wasn't quite grabbing the right thing.

Khunoth was beside himself with worry at this point, and if it hadn't been for Haanyath and his clutchsister Astarteth's riders being so very close to his own rider, he might have done something about relieving this frustration in a very bad way some time ago. Haanyath, my rider is sillier then a newborn hatchling, tell your rider he thinks that there are two of her and that she shouldn't bother asking him questions. The brown rumbled, leaning forward on the edge of his ledge, straining his eyes as best he could to keep his rider in view. Dimly, he thought he heard Daramulath, but he set that aside in favor of watching how quickly Astarteth's bond returned with one of the officious looking Healers from the insides of the Weyr. All should be well, as even Khunoth had some inkling of the miracles Healers could work on humans. Gh'lan had told him often about his friend Florian, who was a skilled Healer, and Khunoth had remembered because of how much the memories meant to his rider.

Astarteth, tell your rider thank you for bringing a Healer. Haanyath, tell your rider to help the Healer. Then he remembered Daramulath, and turned to look for the other brown. Daramulath, if you worry, do not send your rider into danger, but I do not know if any more help is needed. He couldn't grasp the future the same way his rider could, so he had no way of anticipating if the Healer would need someone of E'rik's particular skills or pure masculine muscle power to help get Gh'lan to the Healer's place.

There was suddenly a lot of commotion on the Sands, and in the stands, Saraket noticed. She twisted her head this way and that, trying to see or hear what exactly was going on. Someone yelled about a Rider being sick. One of the girls had apparently fainted. Was there an illness?

Saraket looked back toward Kyllae, who still hadn't noticed her dark stalker. She wasn't feeling well, that much was obvious. Kyllae wasn't acting anything like herself at all. Deciding that she would have to do something, Saraket walked over and reached up to place a firm hand on Kyllae's shoulder, the other rested worriedly on her sleeve. Saraket was alarmed to feel how soaked both places were with sweat. Yet, Kyllae was still very, very hot to the touch.

"Kyllae!" Saraket said, loudly. "Kyllae! It's Saraket, from the kitchens, remember? You look really ill. Are you okay?"

While the chaos ensued, another egg quivered a little from the sands, as if not minding that no one was paying much attention to it. There were more important things to worry about, such as the well being of the Candidates, and the boa egg seemed to take this into consideration as it shook gently, the clawing from inside the shell seeming much quieter than the rest of the dragons which had hatched before, as if to not disturb anyone. It was doing a pretty good job too -- even the way the shell cracked and practically just fell from the dragon's body didn't seem to warrant any attention. This was obviously not a dragon that needed all attention on itself.

As the last remaining shards of the boa egg fell away a large, slightly stocky brown dragonet replaced it, his blue eyes whirling a little at the disorientation of his hatching. Within a few moments, however, the brown seemed to have regained himself, straightening out and distributing his weight, spreading his legs a little farther than his shoulders to give himself a solid structure. Upon second glance, it was apparent that while this brown was quite large, in waist he was not a large dragon at all, merely, his chest and legs were. He looked like he would be quite a strong dragon indeed, yet even as he began to look around at the Candidates and up at the stands, where almost all eyes were on the sick Candidates, there was no hostility, no need to stumble around and create a scene, not even a need to be silly. Calm and composed, the brown looked around for a few moments before settling on one particular boy, crooning low in his chest, so softly that none could hear unless it was dead silent.

Another egg, however, had a wildly different idea. The pit viper egg began to shake wildly, the sounds of cracking egg echoing even over the panic, hissing even within. The egg shattered almost instantly, and a spitting green spilled forth, tumbling onto the sands onto her side, clambering up quickly. Hissing at the brown, she gave him a quick lash of her tail, the only thing keeping her from hitting him being her dragonet lack of coordination. Instead, the green lost her balance, and tumbled towards the Candidates, trying to find her footing and hitting one candidate hard in the side, causing both to fall over.

Of course, this didn't help the situation.

Again, the pit viper scrambled up, hissing and spitting, turning in a tight circle to stare at the group of Candidates she had accidentally fallen into, clearly feeling overwhelmed and threatened by the group, as well as the overall chaotic feelings around her. In her confusion and distress, the green lashed out with one clawed hand, trying to push the Candidates away from herself, her claws connecting with several of the candidates. Raena was one of the not-so-lucky ones, the green mauling the girl as she shoved her back, turning abruptly to lash out at Rinfala as well.

Had she known, perhaps Talis would have jumped out of the way. Or perhaps if she hadn't been so thoughtless. Either way, as the green pit viper stumbled angrily towards the Candidates, all the petite girl could do was throw her arms over her head, flinching back as the green reared, surprise by the sudden motion. She felt the dragons claws dig a gash in the side of her back, the wound stretching from just below her arm down to her waist, the white candidates robes shredding like tissue paper. As it was, she grabbed onto Mo yet again, this time for a different type of support.

The brown paused at that moment, his eyes watching the ordeal and the green with a slightly concerned expression. Looking over the rest of the candidates, his eyes fell to the ill ones, concern deepening. Only then did he turn back to his, moving slowly towards him, quickening a little when he saw that he was about to leave.



NotosMine, please do not leave without Yours, the brown moved forward with a confidence and sureness often found in browns, his multi-faceted eyes calm despite the mild chaos around him. The brown lifted one of his hand-like claws, placing it in a surprisingly gentle manner on Notos' leg, careful not to scratch him in any way, nor put any holes in the Candidates robes. Sitting back on his haunches, the boa's calm, collected emotions flowed easily into the boy, the brown's attention never wavering, despite the panic around them.

Your clutchmates are ill... may we help? If there is anything your Asceth can do, it will be done.

Illabel was still carefully in the middle of a group of girls. Her robe and skin had both dried, so was in no danger of apeparing indecent any longer. It was her misfortune that this was the group that got stumbled into. She herself was not in the front, and thus did not get clawed, but shae saw others fall, and was knocked over by the surge of movement, whether from the flailing dragon or from others fleeing it. She hit the sands with a grunt, ducking as someone tumbled across her.

She sat up with a gasp to see the green rake her claws over the back of one of the girls. She scrambled backwards, eyes wide with shock. Oh, she'd heard about Astri's accident, but this seemed entirely different. Despite her dismay, however, Illabel could only feel bad for the little dragon. Young things like that couldn't be held responsible for acts done out of fear, after all. She tried to rise from the sand, but was kneeling on her robe. Urgently she jerked it out fron under her and got to her feet, glancing around uncertainly.

Get out of the way, but don't run away. It's just a baby.

So rather than moving away from the hissing green, she stepped to the side and reached to help someone up who had hit the sands like she had, leaning to check if they had met the small, sharp claws or not.

Anxiously she spared a glance for the green.

Don't get hurt, baby girl.

Nelioa was distressed over what was happening to the other canadites. She didnt fully understand, having walked to the front of the girls row she was closer to the clutch than she was to most of the others. She looked back and frowned, standing on tip toe to try and see what was going on. Was it Serious? Her mother would be there helping out, she looked for her, one of the healers of the weyr.

The hissing brought her attention back to the eggs just as the green missed the brown and tipped over. Nelioa managed to scramble to the side and miss being toppled over this time. The thrashing of the tallons however, she was not so lucky. With a cry she stepped back and found a wall of other canadiates behind her. Her arm near her wrist had gotten slashed. Holding it her arm closely to her she looked down at the little green. 'its okay, its okay. Please calm down little one.' she thought, she was worried that it might end up getting hurt with the way it was so violently thrashing about.

Kastina felt small. The commotion was near her, but she felt helpless as people surrounded the ill people. Her eyes were already averted out of habit - she had found a long time ago that if you don't look they will not look at you, and so no-one would try to talk to her. Her downcast eyes had sighted a small brown tumble out of the shell quietly, almost insignificantly. Her attention was diverted by a louder, more impatient dragon hatching - a hostile green lashing out at everyone.

Kastina let out a concerned cry as people fell back, and the alarmed green slashed in panic. "Stop.." she said at the green, falling on her knees next to Rinfala. "Don't move.. well I guess that's obvious. The healer will come any second.. As long as the green doesn't get back first." she muttered the last part of her meant-to-be-reassuring sentence under breath. A small part of her mind that wasn't focused on the craziness was registering that she was actually talking to another candidate. Even helping out. That small dragon had made her do something wierd.

She sat by Rinfala so Kastina was between the green dragonet and the hurt girl, her eyes growing wider as the hatchling hurt another candidate. She looked at the green, not moving nor trying to contain it, just looking at it, as she knelt surrounded by the injured.

OOC: EDIT - typing too slow -.-