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(Rynsemth and Wen) (Tags to Cai and Miath!)

Rynsemth soothed, shifting so Miath could join him on his perch. The black reached over, nuzzling Miath. The black rumbled, pleased for the pair.

"I was hoping you would join me, Cai." Wen smiled, turning his attention fully to Cai. "Two greens have impressed safely, and the rain does not seem to cause any sort of ill effects on the little ones." He glanced at Jemi, noticing she was completely caught up in the hatching. "You came just in time. It seems a blue just impressed. I hope you have been well."

Before Corloss could do anything, however, the stalking blue changed directions. As he was closest to Roan, before he could do anything to evade or get out of the way, sharp claws tore up his leg, leaving lines of crimson against the white fabric.

He stumbled back, bleeding, and re-established a safe distance from the blue. Shells! A quick assessment - he was reluctant to take his eyes off the blue but it was necessary - reassured him that while the claw-marks weren't pleasant, they hadn't severed a major blood vessel or anything else that would require immediate Healer attention. And he could still keep his weight on it, although it throbbed unpleasantly for him to do so.

The blue kept circling, kept slashing at other boys, opening up a ring around Roan, and Corloss braced himself for the final strike. This was predator behavior, the actions of a feline separating out its intended prey from the herd... He almost thought the worst was going to come when the blue reared up, but then he... nuzzled Roan?

That was an Impression?

...Faranth's golden egg. Dragons were weird, and Corloss felt like he would never understand them.

Becka wasn't doing too badly treating the less badly clawed in the trickle of candidates that came over, she was cleaning the wounds with the redwort and wasn't having any frightening flashbacks so far. The numbweed she applied sparingly, too much on legs would be a bad thing, and binding them carefully, not too tightly but tight enough that it would aid in keeping the wounds from bleeding too badly. Most would be able to head right on back to the Sands in front of the clutch if they wanted, the worse off of the patients were subject to the more qualified Healers to tell them what to do.

When she'd finished she looked over at Bereck, wondering if he approved.

Apparently unhappy with the attention being diverted from him the blue who had burst from the vibrant egg cried out once more and flared his pale wings not in threat, but in display. The egg goo dripping off him may have slightly spoiled the effect, but if it did it looked like there would be no telling him that.

Boldly patterned tail swishing backwards and forwards he set off towards the candidates, bold and confident and moving slowly to give everyone more time to admire him.


The dark blue still had no made a sound, and he spared his loud blue brother no more than a moment's glance. Clearly he was a dragon on a mission, an important one but not one he feared. He would find a right mind to fit with his, he could feel it out there and so all that remained was to pinpoint it.

[Rochelle]

The glass worker squirmed herself in after him and flopped rather gracelessly next to him. Like she often did when they sat near to each other, Rochelle leaned against his arm, though this time her attention fell to the sands, squinted eyes and wrinkled nose. They had a good view and it wasn't quite hot enough for her to feel sticky and gross while leaning as she did.

"You're a smartass." Rochelle grinned, teeth bright on tanned olive skin. The bright smile turned to a fierce gnaw on the curve of his shoulder in perfect gnawing range, warmed by the sun. A very small elbow pushed against him when Rochelle pulled away, chuckling, and peered at the hatchlings. "I think so. Or - oh! No, the new one still by the eggs? The other one went to that boy, right? It's hard to know when we're not Candidates. Oh - wait, no, no, I see blue wings."

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[Kaeyne]

The Weaver flinched in sympathy. With the heat being what it was, and the damp, he'd done away with his usual knot of hair and secured it instead with a length of cloth. Twisted into a knot usually worked but...well, rampaging baby dragons. He edged towards Naanash and Corloss, long thin fingers pulling free the (for lack of better words) ribbon. Wide as his wrist and length of his forearm... it could help?

"Maybe this will help until the healers get here?" The Candidate held out the cloth without actually managing to look anything but mildly concerned. Perhaps. He was pretty sure he looked somewhat concerned for Corloss' well being there.

Having dealt with the patients who needed it Bereck glanced again to Becka and nodded slightly when she looked his way, the small gesture indicating approval in her performance. Now however there was a rather more difficult task than patching up claw wounds for him to attend to. He had to stand up. Setting his jaw Bereck grasped the edge of one of the tables with one hand and pushed himself upright with his right leg. Ow. He was upright now though and without having made a spectacle of himself, so on balance he felt that things had gone rather well.

Peering over his reading glasses - he didn't feel like switching back to his normal ones - he watched as a rather pretty very loud blue approached the candidates. That made quite a tally of greens and blues all in a row, somebody was going to be disappointed. For some reason that made him feel a little smug and he felt rather juvenile and petty for that; he was fifty for shards' sake, far too old to be mentally thumbing his nose at people with attitudes that annoyed him.

...

Ha-ha!

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Green, green, green, blue, blue, blue. It was merely coincidence that they were all hatching in a group like this Kleos supposed, there were a couple of eggs out there which she suspected were browns or bronzes. The other four remaining eggs could be either greens and blues, or atypicals.

She would be lying if she said she didn't hope to see a crimson amongst them. She might not be convinced they were innately better than others as her dragon was but she had to admit to being biased, and that seeing a red hide always brought a smile to her lips.

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...Had she just?

"Rochelle, I'm a jerk not jerky, don't eat me."

C'tis was grinning as he spoke and his tones grumbled playfully rather than crossly. The biting was new but he couldn't say he especially objected. At all. In fact, well, shards it would be interesting to have her nibbling on him like that in a different situation.

Mmmh, oh yes.

"Mmmh? Oh, yes."

C'tis peered down at the Sands again and nodded. "I see him, bright little bugger. I was looking at the one mauling people." And at Rochelle's cleavage, but nevermind.

That little gesture from Bereck was better than any words of praise most people could give. It meant she'd done a good job and Bereck approved, the fact he wasn't just her Master but her parental figure too .. the approval meant the world to her and she beamed happiness as she looked back at him.

She frowned just a little as he got up, ready to go over and help him up if he needed it, he wouldn't want it, and she hated to make him feel old but after his injuries he was lucky he was even mobile at all. Now she was finished with the wounded she turned her attention back to the clutch.. and the candidates.. OH!.. there was one still over there ... he didn't look too badly hurt though otherwise surely someone would have called over to the healers. While she didn't ignore it, she'd keep it at the back of her thoughts unless the situation turned worse for the candidate.

The bright blue continued on his stately way towards the candidates, making sure they saw him to his best advantage. Anyone who wasn't looking... well he couldn't understand why they weren't. He gave another shrill cry for good measure, and then crooned as more heads tuned to him; yes hello lovely people, he was lovely was he not?


Where some dragons stand on ceremony, others simply move quietly to get the job done. Like a still lake at midnight given wings and a will the dark blue hatchling came to a halt before Corloss and sat down quite calmly, as though he had known this was inevitable from the start.