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He waited, anticipation in his body language for what color would come out of the eggs. His shoulders sagged, thinking the egg was a true dud, but an angry Silver moved out. He felt bad for the girls as the dragonet moved towards them.

If there was ever a time to be glad for being a quiet and mostly unobserved observer, this would be the Hatching for it. Seated between his dragon's inky forelegs, J'iura had had to avert his eyes and hide his tears in Dannath's comforting presence when the little green went between. The death of a dragon struck every rider hard, but his own Dannath had come close as a hatchling...

Had his egg been laid at any Weyr other then Trine or Malvern, well... best not to think about it too much.

In any case, his eyes had wandered towards the Benden riders once Weyrwoman Abigail had started towards the remaining eggs with the shovel used to crack them open. He could only imagine what was going through their minds, not that he could muster much sympathy if they were feeling uneasy. After Alumanth's tragedy, he found it hard to find any sympathy for anyone in any situation from Benden. Actually, he hadn't had much sympathy for the stuck up Bendenites to begin with, though that incident had certainly made his animosity towards the older Weyr worse. Beneath his hand and back, he felt Dannath tense in reflection of his thoughts, so the slim rider sent a wordless reassurance to the black dragon while he watched the remaining green hatchling Impress, followed by a rather angry looking silver hatchling.

Down on the Sands themselves, little Kelvari hadn't found much reason to be anything but completely and totally engrossed in the Hatching, so to her it felt like the entire event was ending rather quickly. She hadn't personally known any of the other candidates, at least, not outside sharing classes and dorms. Still, once everything had settled a bit and everyone was asked to form back up for the remaining eggs, she couldn't help the twinge of anticipation in her belly.

Ofelia's eyes drew wide as she watched the work on the sands, the egg cracking (she hated that sound) and the dragonet spilling out. This one was a silver, with a hide as beautiful as any she'd seen, and Ofelia found herself learning slightly forward to watch it more. . . until it's attitude sprang out. Instantly she sat back even though she knew she was safe in the stands, but what about her friends out there? A few of them had dragons of their own to protect them should something happen, but what about La?

She could call out to her, tell her to run, but that likely would end badly for everyone. No one needed that kind of drama, Ofelia understood the atypical bit was supposed to be far more special than anything else.

Still, she bit her lip. Shards and fardles she'd break the neck of anything to try and hurt a friend!

OH SHARDS AND FARDLES.

Great, it was getting even worse. As the dragonet took down first one girl, then the other, La tensed more, preparing not to run but to jump out of the way when (not if anymore. The look in the silver's face was that of utter determination to go through anyone who got in his way) the dragon lunged at her. "Sharditall," she muttered, eyes trained on the encroaching line of carnage and all bored and distracted thoughts forgotten. Last time she had Stood, she really ought to have paid attention.

And not getting kicked out of the last lesson might have helped her, too.

"...Balls."

If people had been thinking before that the scratch blue was a bad idea, this silver...what was it then? Ofelia's brain instantly screamed that this dragon, should she ever come across it again, would need to be avoided. Like a plague, or a really smelly tanner.

That was pretty much all she could think of as her jaw stayed slack, her eyes watching. Dragons were really face chewing monsters like that girl beside her had said, right? Seeing was believing, right?

Wow, that was one very angry silver. S'ren felt rather bad for the Candidates being mowed down by the little dragon, and he couldn't help but wonder what type of person would be necessary to deal with so much attitude.

He is very determined, Tereth remarked, although that was putting it rather kindly.

Yeah, determined. Let's just go with that.

Oh nonononono... That Silver was ripping through Candidate girls like nobody's business, and La was right there next in line. T'vek would have yelled for her to be careful, but that was about as obvious as "don't stand in front of a charging bull" and would probably just enrage the dragonet further. Fantastic. The blackrider was on the edge of his seat, anxiously hoping that the little guy would just Impress already and go eat meat like a good hatchling...

If he was a black we wouldn't be having this problem.

You know that's not true.

Can't prove that.

Despite Taikoth's teasing tone, he was just as worried as his partner. There were Healers to spare nowadays, would one of them go and fetch those poor injured girls? But - oh, the Benden healers weren't allowed on Trine sands, no sir! They would just have to sit there and let proper Trine healers deal with it, or they'd have to answer to Taikoth!