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That egg... Cai vaguely remembered it. A passive and apologetic personality but happy none the less. Well and so they'd probably little to fear of him so long as nothing upset him. With his size, despite being a blue (which Cai had also noted. Of a normal clutch they'd have expected an egg that size to contain something a bit larger.) he could do a lot of damage. More than a cut brow like Qyprenna had received from the strutting green.

The tops of Cai's ears turned red as they staggered a little under Jemi's momentum. They coughed slightly and lifted their chin, attempting to maintain a stoic composure. "I suspect so." Impressing a blue or green in general didn't phase Cai. They expected it as the most likely outcome should they Impress, but an entire clutch of nothing but blue and green dragons, healthy or not, would be a blow to those who spoke for the unorthodox sire and a mark against future frivilous experimentations.

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"Naaaaah Hazmath is a darling. You know I love him." She settled back into her seat and grinned wide as the Hulk egg hatched. "Hooooo There's a big strong lad for you! Maybe we'll get an angry blue for once!"

Sanuyeth snapped playfully at Hazmath's tongue. Careful if you want to keep that Hazmath. She warned with just a hint of a growl. Her eyes whirled green in the flickering shadows and reflected light of the glows around them.

There was a quick final squeeze before Cai pulled their hand from Jemi's grasp. The blue, who upon closer inspection was sufficiently massive enough to warant the size of his egg was entirely too close for comfort. At least without having the tell tale signs of impression. Cai watched Jemi's reactions just as carefully as the blue's. He seemed friendly enough but unlike some candidates Cai was not the type to risk a limb and pet a baby dragon, no matter how sweet the invite. There was a reason they'd survived this many hatchlings with few scars to show for it.

"Humm, he reminds me of my Berath," Bereck observed to nobody in particular, his cane forgotten for now as he watched the hulking blue meander around. "Less tackling bronzes though," he added as an afterthought, and then abruptly hoped it stayed that way.

Berath observed with a gentle hum and a press against her healer's mind.





busy!> Theoretically busy.

The mammoth green rumbled and gave him another mental nuzzle.

Dragons!

“Shards, what’s their Candidatemaster teaching them” Elane said, her voice shaking with barely held back laughter. “It’s a wonder if she didn’t lose that eye - but no, there she is, back on the sands. If this is what they’re taught to do, it amazes me any of them make it to Impression” She didn’t mean it entirely seriously - just a little bit - and she didn’t honestly want to see them die. She’d seen (or thought she’d seen) enough dead people for any lifetime.

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R’soua leaned down from the row above Ja’line and B'ren, the young rider (now wearing her full knots) chiming into their conversation. “I wouldn’t wish angry dragons on anyone - don’t you remember, a couple of turns back, must have been Cinnamath’s maiden clutch? That boy got mauled when a hatchling just walked on over him? I heard he lost the leg, in the end”

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M’ere - dressed in practical leathers once more - was grinning at the green’s antics. It reminded her of her own Tarry’s antics, and she was handsome. Why shouldn’t she show herself off?

“She’s a little full of herself, don’t you think, Re’ka?"

“Preeeet?” Hulk is Strongest spread his wings, as if to display his size and strength, then rolled over in the sand, wiggling his hindquarters energetically - presumably because he had an itchy back- before his attention was drawn by the crackle of an egg fairly near by.

He rolled over onto his side, looking in that direction before glancing back at the pair. Fight As One was rocking violently back and forth, the egg almost rolling all the way onto it’s side with every twitch. Hulk scrambled to his feet and wound his way - or tried to - behind Cai and Jemi with a loud ‘CARK!'

Giving a slight shrug, Nersha shook her head. "That hatchings aren't that dangerous?" As a Weyrleader she'd been invited to other Weyrs before and she'd seen things go badly when the candidates weren't taught what could happen. A hatching was a lovely and wonderful occasion, but a baby dragon could be dangerous by accident, never mind if you provoked it. The green hadn't been doing any harm and challenging her... Well Nersha just couldn't justify the risk. "They were lethal enough in our time, never mind now they're bigger."

The appearance of the new blue had Nersha's brow creasing as she examined the hatchling from afar. "I know their hatchlings are bigger than ours were... but does he seem... unnaturally big to you?" He was quite a bit bigger than the other blues. Maybe their blues could be this big and these were the large ones. Still they'd never seen a brown, bronze or gold hatchling from this new time. If that blue was normal she worried to think what their metallics were like.

“No one wishes angry hatchings on anyone… and ugh,” B’ren wrinkled his nose at that. “And he is too sweet to go about charging people. Just remarking that it seems the greens have had more mauling and that probably because they are all over the place. Fifty percent of the clutch and hmm…” He stopped babbling and idly waved at R’soua. “Hello, R’soua.”

Hazmath grinned, drawing his tongue back slowly into his maw and made a mental pffh of noise. He proclaimed cheerfully.

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Jemi chuckled, watching the blush run down Cai’s neck and paused, glancing at Hulk at the noise and melted a little. Why was the blue just so darn adorable? Look at him roll over and scratch his hindquarters like a sort of dog. “Awww, baby, it be fine.” She said soothingly as the blue tried to hide behind them and held back her giggle. Why was he so cute?