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Flying into the crowded Bowl, R'lus was only able to make out a brilliant, nearly teal green being led off the stands by a dazed youth. It was always the same, they were always so. Even after a tragedy such as this Hatching was! The queen was young, it showed promise. Shaking his head, the man slid from Briariath's back to go further into the stands. There, he noticed one more egg, left by itself next to the shards of the shells its siblings had left.

Sending out a searching thought to Briar, he was met only with a deep sorrow. There is no voice in that one, Mine. It will be sent to rest between with its brother. The frown only etched itself deeper into his forehead. There had been a rumor of a girl on the Sands before it was time, but he hadn't credited such a rumor with any truth. Seeing the state of the Weyr now, he wasn't sure that had been entirely wise.

"Seems like we made it back at the right moment, Briariath." Maybe at the Feast later, and there had better be a feast later, he would find out more.

Santhea had to conclude that the Sandalwood egg was not going to hatch. Things like this happened in every clutch, but Thea wondered if this too, would be blamed on the blonde girl. She hoped she had got away fast enough, that a few of the people in the weyr were still the girl's friends and would help her.

Santhea got quickly off the sand, taking long strides with her short legs. She got into the cramped candidate's dorm, and switched the sweaty white robe for shorts and a shift, and no shoes, as usual.
Then she went out to the lake and cried.

"A'nt. Good to meet you. And you, Matsukazeth. Yes, it's... It's terrible we lost one. ... Maybe two." A'bri was glancing out at the last egg on the sands, small and still, and at the little Blue that had come out after Varth and Arioth, who was clearly trying to leave.

"But we found ours, that's important. We were here when they needed us, so... It's not all bad. Some of it's amazing." He gave Varth an affectionate scratch, trying to soothe the still-distressed Brown. At least he was no longer keening, just huddling. "At least this way, we know we did everything we could, because we were here."

O'asis wasn't sure what to do. Kyllae needed him a lot... but Uktenath needed him badly, also. And in the face of that....

He looked to the girl, face saddened. "I'll make sure nobody follows," he murmured, retracting his hand. "And I'll come by later."

And that was all. He couldn't give her the support she needed, because Uktenath needed him more completely. He turned quickly, getting to his knees, hooking one arm around the bronze's neck, reaching the other out to stroke his eye ridges. The dragonet's eyes closed partly; I did not want this to happen, O'asismine, he told His quietly. What could I have done?

"Shhh. Uktenath, it's okay. Nobody could have done anything. Sometimes, things happen, and they hurt...."

It shouldn't have happened, Mine. O'asis had nothing to answer to that. Uktenath lowered his head and pressed it against the bronzerider's torso, taking full advantage of O'asis's embrace. There must be something we could have done.

The longer he stared though, the more he knew the truth. It.... wasn't going to hatch.... He sighed softly and turned towards his friend. "Well, at least there was one last successful hatching after the blue...." He paused... "I don't think I ever answered your question. But apparently, from what I heard, one of the former candidates had touched the eggs before they were hard. General consensus is that by touching them before they were ready, she damaged them. Which may have caused the violence of the beginning of the hatching, and the sadness of these last two." He shook his head and began walking towards the exit. "Well, lets go ahead and go to the hatching feast. We all need something to get our minds in a lighter frame of mind."

Kess was glad she was left-handed as she attempted to cut meat one handed, her other rather useless and in pain. Condoroth seemed well aware of that fact, crooning anxiously at her new rider as she watched the proceedings.

K'lanmine, that is sufficient. Condoroth is able to swallow those!

Nodding, the blonde used her the back of her good hand to wipe sweat from her brow, steadfastedly going back to the large cuts before her. She was doing a shoddy job, and she hated that.

Silent, she seemed to pick up the mental communication with ease, not minding the presence of another in her mind.

I can do this, don't worry for me. It's fine.

Bachi heard the yelling, and he wanted very much to go punch all the life out of the person yelling at his brother.

It could have been a twelve year old girl, and he still would have felt that anger. Couldn't anyone tell that he was distraught? If there was one place Bachi excelled that his brother did not, it was dealing with stressful situations. He didn't have the best tact in the word, barreling his way through problems with a tough mindset, but it was one that was useful.

Did he feel sad that the dragon had died? A little. But it wasn't his brother, and it wasn't his brother's dragon, and there was nothing to be done for it, so he wasn't about to dwell.

Here and now, he was quite upset over an entirely different matter and it showed in the scowl on his face.

Assuming Miah did come find him, he'd make damn well sure that she got back to her quarters safely, and he was sure Senra and her friend could easily help him with comforting her.

Later, after, he'd go find his brother and talk to him, but it was neither later or after yet, so he was forced to hold his tongue. His fists, however, remained clenched. If that Roka girl even bothered sticking around to 'help' him, she was going to get a piece of his mind. Thankfully, though, she'd left. Good riddance.