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Arolon for one split second had been caught off guard. He'd been watching the brown, not paying attention to the incoming blue. When he did look he thought he was about to impress. He should stop any second now. He put his arm out to say hi...

WHAM!

Apparently not.

He'd been run over, his arm took the blunt of the force in which he was knocked over. He heard a sickening snap and felt like his arm had just been scorched by thread, it hurt! Cradling it tenderly he wobbled back onto his feet, determined to finish seeing the rest of the eggs hatch. He laughed weakly at Artic Waters's antics. "You better run boy, she's after ya!" He grinned, feeling a bit faint from all the heat. He may have broken his arm.

Ah, hahaha.

Leicha couldn't help but laugh at the fiesty little green that had burst from her shell, her scorned cry echoing through the minds of all those around. He'd never seen a dragon quite like this, at least with such a temperment, that right from birth they'd scream to everyone the object of their displeasure.

He was half-tempted to point the way that the blue had run with his new rider, though watching how this could play out would be far more interesting. This was become amusing again, save for that Brown dragonet that still seemed to be dragging itself around lifelessly.

Hurry up and impress, you wherry.

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Panata had to chuckle too, recognizing the way the yell sounded like that of the people in the hold when they were irritated with a spouse or a child. It brought back some memories of home, and even of the Weyr here, so it was a refreshing feeling.

He hoped whomever would get her would be able to handle her well enough, or at least be smart enough now to keep her away from that blue who'd run out in a hurry.

That one guy who had egged on the fight between the first pair of Bronze and Brown had Impressed to the harridan Green, so it seemed, and Gyl almost laughed. He'd have a hard time with her, that was for sure! It seemed that she was determined to beat him into shape, whether he liked it or not, and more power to her, anyway.

The commotion was impossible to miss. And Uuni had never been very good at multitasking.

The brown hadn't Impressed yet, had he? She was busy standing up to look, Makereth settled for now, when she caught a flash out of the corner of her eye as another of Makereth's clutchmates had positioned himself underneath the table.

Was that? Was that. . . Belram? That kid that Raysan called sunshine? Hiding under a table with his blue?

She passed him a skeptical look and an amused, unsympathetic grin from her spot a good enough distance away, but she doubted he'd notice. Not when his blue appeared to be hiding for dear life - albeit badly - and there was a raging green screeching her displeasure, or so Makereth informed.

The ringing that ensued in her ears from the mental outcry from the green that seemed to reach them all forced Amoreth to give her head a little shake. She seemed to settle down a bit, as if she decided she'd deal with that later--it appeared, too, that an Impression had been made as her green head shifted to look upon one of the Candidates.

Amoreth looked again at the remaining eggs, keeping a mental tally of which hatched first, what hatched from each, and who Impressed whom. Jaylin's Impression had left three unimpressed Dragons and two eggs yet unhatched. It was anyone's guess as to what would hatch from the remaining eggs, but she wasn't sure that they could cause any more anarchy than had already taken place today. A sudden heat started creeping into her cheeks. Two eggs left.. The hatching was fast nearing its close and she had yet to find her companion. Well, she decided, if it wasn't meant to be then that's how it was. Besides, it was foolish to allow herself to lose hope this close to the end.

The gold, she noted, continued to sit in her regal stance, surveying them and not seeming perturbed in the slightest by the green's angry cry--yet another thing she had to admire about her. Keeping her calm in a situation like that was key to someone of her station, and even as a hatchling, it seemed to come natural to her.

Another egg done, so very few left. This wasn't looking too good for the candidate of nineteen turns, but instead of being upset he figured this was probably going to be the way it was. While he could feel jealousy over those who impressed he merely shrugged it off, figuring that a dragon knoew who would make them the happiest, and indeed he wished for the happiness of all these riders.

Still, Leicha couldn't help but laugh too at how uncomfy that poor boy with the wife-like Green would end up being, how cowed or how whipped. That boy had egged on the bronze though to save Panata, so perhaps it wouldn't be entirely bad.

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I hope things go well for them both, she seems a handful.

Panata's knees were burning as he stayed kneeling, his side no longer hurting thanks to whatever the healers had put on him. . . but jsut ebcause he wasn't in pain didn't mean he was no longer injured. After the hatching he would need to be looked at, but only if he really wanted it, right?

Rieta managed to catch sight of the brown's impression. His seemingly insecure demeanor and the bronze's gentle but firm encouragement left her grinning in approval regardless of all the chaos so far. How appropriate that he was seeing to the needs of his shyer clutchmates. She knew how it was. Sometimes people just needed a push.

Dragons too, it seemed.