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Leicha watched the foolish boy from before get injured once again, this time enough to make him stumble and fall, and the older candidate covered his face with one of his hands. He was sure he was dead, much like the other boy who had fallen as well, though a small jerk of Panata's body as it writhed in pain indicated he would be living through this. Still, it wasn't good.

There was far more blood, his previous wound having been made deeper, and who knows if he would actually be able to do things normally again. Leicha should have tried to stop him again instead of just standing there like a useless deadglow, knowing shards good and well a terrified dragon was just as bad as an angry one, yet he'd done nothing.

Still, that dragon just kept screaming, kept crying for his to come out. Leicha couldn't take it anymore.

"JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

He stayed where he was, though his voice was loud and clear.

"How can you find someone if you won't look, if you'll only call for them?! they can't come to you like this!"

Kestra could hear Orla screech over the din of the blue, somehow, not sure if her 'lizard was screaming bloody murder at the threat to herself or what. She had other things on her mind right now, much as she loved her. Like Amoreth she was trying to send her thoughts towards the blue and also, steadily edge round so she wasn't in a bunch with some of the other girls. They needed to have room in case he came this way, so they could avoid his claws without bumping into one another, and also spread out so maybe the poor dragon had a better chance at finding His.

But one thing she knew - no way she was walking straight up to him. There was bravery and then there was foolhardiness. It'd be suicide in her opinion. Would probably just agitate him further and get more blood spilt on the sands.

The second attempt was met with the same resistance as Panata's had been. Perhaps there was some specific thing he was seeking and neither of them had it. The blue ran right over the brave (or perhaps foolish) Arolon and damaged his arm almost down to the bone.

MINE?! MINE?! He could almost hear them! But-- What? What was that? Snarling, he turned to face the screaming Leicha, then bounded toward him, plowing over him the same as he had done the other two. Damage to his right side and right arm, and likely some of his face. Content he would stop his yelling so he could hear better, the blue left the boys and ran for the girls.

A voice! He heard it!

Was it his?!

Screeching, he looked to Amoreth, about ready to approach her. But then she had stepped back, moved away from him, and he knew this was not His after all.

Growing more and more fearful, and certainly more out of control, he dove into the crowd of girls. Most were ready to scamper away, but in the chaos, one tripped. The dragonet moved on top of her and kept going. This girl who had fallen had been too badly harmed. She would not get back up either.

The dramatic events of the hatching continued, and Bashir watched them with interest, though his attention was divided. Sakneth had much to say, and if Bashir didn't watch him the bronze tended to try to snap up more meat than he needed. He'd already gorged himself. Not that Sakneth liked to hear that, and made that very clear to Bashir by calling him as many vile names as his limited time in the world allowed him to think of. For one so young, he was surprisingly well-versed.

When the distraught blue hatched, shrieking in the minds of anyone with the receptivity to hear him, Sakneth's eyes whirled in annoyance. Bashir wasn't sure whether it was because the blue's entrance had been even more spectacular than his own, or because he found the poor creature's cries unbearable and didn't know how else to convey his discomfort. For his own part, Bashir wanted to clap his hands over his ears, but he knew it would do no good.

If he doesn't shut up soon, Sakneth threatened, I will make him.

"You will not," Bashir said firmly. "Why don't we have a healer take a look at you?"

Sakneth slunk beside Bashir to the nearest green-clad healer, clearly sulking. He kept up a steady stream of complaints and criticisms as the healers examined him that Bashir only attended to in part. He wasn't one who habitually tuned others out, but he got the feeling he would have to learn the skill with Sakneth, or else he would hear nothing but his dragon's opinion.

Watching the dragonlet attack another boy Nadia doubled her efforts to clam him, and as it bounded toward them Nadia started to speak out loud, basically just a step above whispering, repeating what she had been thinking as it came closer.
"Please calm down, please! Just calm down, take a mintue and look! Yours has to be here somewhere, you just need to calm down..."

"HEY." Kestra bellowed it rather than screamed, pure reaction. She had dodged round, not caught up in the bundle of girls and with the room to skirt the blue. She kept her face towards the dragon, ready to dart away again if needs be. Her concentration focused on the blue entirely, even as Orla screeched somewhere, perched in the stands. Must not get trampled thoughts mixed with pleasepleasefindYours thoughts and soothing (as best you can when you're full of adrenaline and dodging) thoughts. She wasn't running away just yet but she was being careful as she could be - rightfully wary but not terrified, for the blue was terrified enough for them all. She just had to stay on the sands, but also not get mauled. Had to.

Arolon let out a strangled yell as the arm was damaged further. It least it wasn't his sides, but the injury felt serious. Now that he had proven quite harshly that the dragon wasn't his he was ready to leave. He wanted to know if the dragon lived, but it seemed to have fighting spirit in it considering it hadn't betweened yet. Would a medic come now? His arm was broken and now bleeding, he was nausous and dizzy, the heat and pain was finally winning the battle over his senses. He stayed down, knowing he would just hurt himself if he tried standing. He pondered why he had sharding done that? Why offer help when they don't want it? He felt jealous that others had impressed before him, it was his nature to feel so. He groaned, closing his eyes. Okay if he could just not faint he would be fine... Just....fine...oh boy. He opened his eyes again and listened to the screaming ring in his eardrums.