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Vesin couldn't help but smile when the other girl followed them. Once firmly in place next to their darling brother, Ves was on alert for any dragonets heading their way. It was then that she noticed the gold egg had a crack in it. But introductions were happening, so she decided to wait to point it out. Thankfully, Vos introduced them all. She gave another soft smile as the girl introduced herself as Zen. "Its a pleasure to meet you, Zen. Growing up on a fishing boat must have been interesting!" She commented before she heard some squeals from the Invasive hatchling which seemed to cause another egg to hatch. "Oh look, another brown from the suspicious egg! And did you notice the gold egg has a crack?" Her voice was quiet yet it held excitement. She wondered if any of the boys had noticed them yet.

With the bloodshed out of the way, courtesy of the three greens, things seemed to settle, for the time being at least. The alliance of the first two greens seemed to be quickly crumbling now that the threat had been neutralized (maybe), as they began to posture. Were they really going to fight again. More eggs rocked and cracked, including the gold egg, but that was of only passing interest to Maldryk. Let the girls fawn over that one!

A fourth green approached the boys, snooping around. When it passed near him, investigating, he stilled, slightly wary of it after the earlier violence, but it soon moved on. To...hassle Jamarin? Hmm.

Another brown emerged, much paler than his brother. Hopefully that wasn't all that was different about him!

Jikkiri

Jikkiri nodded, taking Emmitod's ankles as Lucayr took the older candidate's shoulders. There was so much blood, so much... It was horribly upsetting, and his hands kept slipping in the blood as they carried him to the healers station. When they finally reached it, it was at the very verge of being too far for Jikkiri, and his helper, to handle.

As he set the boy down for the healers, he had no idea how much danger he actually was in...


Malta and Poecileth

Malta and some colleagues took the limp body of the boy and got him down on their operating station. He was badly injured, Malta could see that, and as she began to try to work on him, she could see that it was nearly futile: he was badly injured, losing blood from too many places and, from the way he coughed and sputtered, she suspected a rupture in his lungs. She did what she could...


Emmitod

Emmitod felt light and drifty and the pain faded into something amusing. He didn't have the energy to laugh at it, but he grinned, wetness soaking his lips in an oddly warm way. His eyelids fluttered and, dreamlike, he was aware of being handled, of people bustling about him... of things happening.

Soon, it was too much effort to hold his eyes open, too hard to stop himself from drifting away. And why would he want to? He was finally waking up from this dream of reality. A shame it would all end, but if it was time, so it was time.

He breathed a few more haggard breaths before stopping.

Exit Emmitod he thought, as oblivion settled onto him, Stage Right


Malta and Poecileth

Malta knew that to attempt CPR was a useless endeavor. It would only kill the boy more, if it was possible. She checked his pulse, turned to her colleague and shook her head. They agreed, moving the boy's body to the side.

“You two...” she said to Jikkiri and Lucayr, her sadness only mostly masked by her hasty tone of voice, “You need to go back to the others.”

Poecileth noted the little blue's behavior. Odd thought the dragon That he should protest to that, but who was she to judge a hatchling's psychology?


Jikkiri

“All right...” Jikkiri said, deflated. He walked back slowly, looking at the red on his hands. He wasn't having fun anymore.

C'per and Rugarth

Rugarth had been watching the proceedings eagerly. The hatchlings were an active lot, but hatchlings usually were. It was rare to have a hatching without some blood or ichor spilled on the sand, but nobody was dead or gone between yet. Or...was there? One boy had been wounded and dragged off to the healers, but it was hard to see what was happening there. Ah well, he'd find out soon enough.

There were quite a few greens so far, but that was to be expected. They were the most common color after all. And the blue was attentive and seemed to be watching out for his siblings, though less actively than some of the greens. Perhaps he would make a good Watchdragon when he was grown.

And the browns. Rugarth gave a pleased hum as each of the browns hatched. He was understandably partial to browns, and didn't mind terribly much that one was mauling Candidates. It happened, though he did hope nobody was seriously injured. For one thing, they might yet Impress, and they'd need to be able to care for their bonded. And a bit of him didn't want to see children hurt too badly, dragons or humans.

There was almost too much going on to focus on one thing at a time. And Avalinia wasn't sure if she was terrified or fascinated by the actions of the hatchlings. Perhaps a mixture of both? Her heart was certainly pounding rapidly as she stared at the fighting greens and the mean brown (well she thought him mean still) - who terrorized the male candidates! - and yet another green...

She felt a little dizzy with trying to keep up, and instead kept inching closer to the other girls around her. Not really a fan of crowds, for today, she felt safer in one. Sort of.

Those hatchlings were certainly beautiful, despite their... behavior!

Whelp, this was getting a bit Interesting. She didn't blame the twins for sneaking off to stand with their little brother, she was kind of worried about Jamarin and Jikkiri herself though not quite enough to shift from her position.

Vee watched as a candidate was carried off, unmoving, and her brow furrowed; forget whers, baby dragons were shaffing vicious! Still, any one of the ones on the sands right now could be for her. Despite its violence or maybe because of it she still liked that brown and she liked the two greens who'd been fighting too, a tough dragon like that that'd face down a great brute like the brown would do well for her too.

As another brown hatched and that calm blue started to fuss Vee smoothed a hand over her freshly shaved head, swiping away sweat. It was hot here, way too hot with her jerkin on, but after seeing that kid get carried away bleeding so badly she'd be shocked if he made it she was glad to have the thick leather. Course if a dragon came at her like that she fully intended to leg it but those things were sharding fast so it might not matter even if she did try to get out of the way.

When the healers moved Emmitod's body aside, Lucayr bowed his head, giving a solemn moment to the passing. He turned and scanned the sands, noting the new hatchling. Another brown. A few more eggs had cracked, including the Gold. He moved back towards the eggs, taking long strides to a spot nearby the other boys, but close to the Suspicious brown. If it was anything like its vicious brother, someone might need to act as a lure if it chose to attack. And browns appealed to Lucayr, oh yes they did.

See here came a couple other dragons. Tch. Apparently boys were in this turn. Zen would have probably said something if Vesin hadn't pointed out the fact that the gold egg was hatching. "Took her long enough! I figured from what people were saying after the Touching little queenie would be the first one out."

She raised an eyebrow down at the little boy between Vesin and Vosin. She flashed another smile at him. She lowered her voice in a semi-spooky excited whisper. She could tell a quick one now! "Oh yeah! There's this big one, with a huge spear-like nose." She opened her arms wide to emphasize it's length." Really delicious but you'd better have a whole team of sailors on your side if you hook one of those! Those things could impale two grown men and not give a shaff. Then, if the spear doesn't get you, the tail could. The body is twice as long again as the spear and weights more than you and I put together kid."

"That's all considering it doesn't drag you out of the boat or snap your pole in the first place." Ok maybe it was a bit much for the young lad but she was from a fishing family. They traded in tall tales as much as they did fish and one could never resist a chance to talk about the 'one that got away!'.