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Varth had been doing his utmost to ignore his new siblings, grumbling irritably in A'bri's mind about the number of other Browns and taking no notice of any of the others (except Arioth, who he continued to shoot glares at down the table). Even he, however, snapped to attention when the baby Blue came barreling out of his egg, screaming and wailing, and plunged into the crowd of Candidates. Varth's eyes swirled rapidly between white and orange, and he keened.

:Mine he is loud and upset and I do not like it!:

"I know, love, I know," A'bri replied, moving over to put his arms around Varth's neck protectively. The tension that had rocketed through him when the poor Blue started to scream left him feeling the need to shelter something, anything, and even if Varth could likely handle himself, A'bri wanted to hold him. The noise was absolutely tearing at him. He wanted to rush right back out onto the Sands and help it.

Varth shifted uncomfortably, and took a few steps back, effectively pulling A'bri with him and burying his head against A'bri's chest. Stroking him, A'bri whispered quiet words, his attention split between his own baby and the poor frenzied baby on the sands. Please find Yours, please find Yours, please find Yours, he thought, the words almost a mantra in his mind as he watched.

N'tos's actions didn't seem to indicate that he had heard the whisper, but there was no indication that he didn't. There was no trace of judgement, especially on the ILA's actions, as N'tos chuckled. He laughed at the amusing story, uncharacteristic of J'riar, but it was amusing all the same. "Ah, tell me before you plot anything. That way, I can avoid using it.. especially the bathrooms." He joked, leaning back onto his seat.

S'van seemed out of sorts, N'tos tilting his head. But he chose not to comment, making Asceth slightly curious. "S'nothing." He said to Asceth, to calm him. Those efforts were blown out of the water though, by the peicing screech that blue let out.

It looked troubling at the beginning.. but it is doing well now..? Asceth answered to the older brown.. only to be proven wrong. Oh no. A rumble came from his throat, urging priority elsewhere. It is distressed. He offered an encouraging croon to the blue. There surely had to be a candidate, somewhere on the sands for it?

"... Shards and Shells," S'van breathed, his heart contracting in his chest. Oh Shards. Was... was that little Blue going to be all right? "J'ri... " This time, he said his friend's name out of a need to give and receive comfort, not able to go to Galliath just now. The big Brown would've been good company, but alas, he could not reach him from here. Mine, he is lost, he is distressed. He cannot find his... I think. Perhaps his is hiding? Still so innocent. S'van smiled bleakly, and hoped that all would be well. Hoped desperately. Let tragedy be averted. Oh please, let the little Blue find His.

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Vera listened to Xeran's voice, more soothed by his tone than by his words. "They were..." She did not, however, point out that this seemed different. The little baby seemed so fragile, and afraid... and... hurting? Something wasn't right, clearly, or would have have been lurching about in that manner? It was only the second Hatching that she had seen, and already she was regretting having attended it. But then again, she could not be sure that there was anything wrong with the baby. ... Maybe it was just a silly fear. But that sound! That horrible, gut-twisting sound. She could not quite get over it.

Cavaruth's eyes wheeled around looking for the shrieking little one. His wings started to flinch as he sat on the ledge because he felt that chivalrous need to rescue the little one from such utter distress. However, the Queen would get viscious if he flew down there... He chimed out a gentle call to try and calm the young blue. Someone needed to react to this...soon!

A'ras looked up to the ledge where his blue sat trying to make sure that Cav didn't do something rash. Although, he could understand his dragons need and desire to help. Sometimes there were things that needed rescuing...this little tiny blue was one of those! "Shards, I hope that one doesn't go between. Damn!" he muttered angrily under his breath wanting to curse the blasted candidate that brought this upon the hatchling and candidates.

He'd managed this far into the Hatching watching silently, but the sight of the Blue was honestly breaking Anont's heart. He'd had to shift, ever so slightly, clutching his robes in his fists to keep from doing anything. The rules were there for a reason- enough Candidates had been injured already without him doing anything, and stepping in would just make matters worse. Still, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the little dragonet. The brown was fine- he hoped, anyway- so Anont's focus was entirely on the frenzied little blue.

He wondered, vaguely, how those in the stands were reacting- his rider friends, and those not interested in riding for themselves. Was it as heartbreaking, off of the sands, away from this? Or could they all feel that same pain, and torment, at watching the poor creature struggle? Oh, His had to be somewhere- and hopefully they would be of comfort to the dragon. Yes, it'd definitely need to be a calming presence for this little guy. Biting his lower lip to keep from speaking or crying out, Anont watched in pained silence.

Poor, poor Blue..

A...blue? Velrun was frankly shocked, even more so as the poor thing screamed and barreled headlong into the crowd. He scowled...had that dragon been in the egg that had been touched? The egg was far larger than normal for a blue, and the dragonet was far more aggressive than normal. He grimaced, feeling something shove into him and looked down...the brown had cowered and slipped past to hide among the boys. He edged away, not wanting to touch it unneedly. Another cry from the blue. The way things looked it would be mauling next...He shifted towards the crowd of girls a bit. He could no more run and stop the dragon than anyone else, but surely someone could do something...

Up in the stands Merase gasped as the blue came out charging. The noise hurt her ears, and she nearly fell into the people in front of her in fear. "W-what's wrong with it?" She asked those near her. Confused headshakes and mumblings all around. "It looks angry..." she whimpered, hunkering down in a bit of fear. "It won't...hurt anyone like those others, will it?" Despite her fear she leaned forward. Please be okay...Everyone! Little blue...don't hurt them, they just want to help...it'll be okay! She wished fervently that maybe, just maybe the blue would hear her and take heart.

Jaid watched as a blue exploded out of what seemed like a too-big egg. But something seemed...off. It was barreling towards the girls. Though that wasn't uncommon (blues sometimes did Impres females, after all), the way the dragonet behaved was. He winced as he braced to witness another mauling and was at leats mildly relieved when all it did was bowl some girls over. He hoped that was all that would happen- a clumsy trample. But oh, this poor dragon's plight was painful to watch and, as it shrieked in distress, to hear as well. The Weaver boy had been through four Hatchings before this and not once had he seen a little dragon go Between. He hoped he wouldn't see one go today.

And here he had thought that things were looking up.

Please don't go, little one. There are so many here! he willed mentally, as ineffectual as it was.

There were a ton of Candidates that he knew would care for the the blue, that would love it but...caring wasn't the same as being The One. His Bonded. Oh shards, he hoped that the little one's Bonded was just hidden or harder to find...to lose a dragonet would be horrible and quite frankly, Jaidev felt the day had met its quota for that.

The little Blue was much more explosive, volitile.
He was also loud.

The sounds he made caused Rumir to cringe visibly, subconsciously leaning closer to Tideal, as though in an attempt to shield himself. Tideal was calm and collected, and didn't show much of being affected by the Impressions around him. But that noise, oh, that horrible noise! It was full of sadness and pain, and for a moment, Rumir wondered if he could not find His.

The thought made him whine.

If he could not find His, he would blink Between and die. To lose a dragon in such a way was both frightening and terribly sad. 'Don't give up, little fella,' he willed mentally, hoping it would do some good. 'You'll find Yours, you will!'

He had to.
If he didn't, Rumir didn't know what he would do.
At the other end of boys, the little Brown was searching for His.