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 Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 2:49 pm
Merik's heart went out to the Brown, much trouble as it had caused. Golds always stealing the show! Metal Dragons always outshining the really good ones! He cared for it a lot less, though, when he saw the looks it was giving that poor healer. That wasn't a Candidate willing to risk the sands, that was a man doing healing the downed! Surely no Dragonet would be so mean to attack him, right? The thought even flashed through his head to jump in the way if it should actually attack the man. Not the best of ideas, and thankfully not necessary; his head jerked in the same direction as the Hatchling's, concentration finally wrenched from the smaller sibling.
That Queen was a real beast. Merik felt guilty for thinking it, but she was honestly horrifying. She was even trying to attack girls in the stands! What was wrong with these two? This surely couldn't be normal for Hatchings; he'd never seen a Rider as covered in scars as Ista's next batch looked destined to be. She needed to Impress quickly- for her sake as much as everyone else's. It wouldn't do to have girls killed, and it certainly wouldn't do for a Gold not to find anyone suitable. There were so many Candidates, more than any Weyr could ever need. He felt (or more hoped) that the Brown could Impress easily if his sister was out of the way, but why wasn't she satisfied with anyone? Was there really not a girl in Ista worthy of this violent little creature?
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 2:51 pm
Dolmin looked disparagingly at his companion again. "Of course they know where to go," he told her, voice dripping with acid. "How couldn't they?"
The truth was, Dolmin had never heard of a dragonet going between, not in all the time he'd been at the Weyr. It wasn't possible, to him, that a dragon could be confused and lost. If they did something, it was because it was that was what they wanted. Because dragons were great, and powerful, and infallible creatures. And nothing - he was certain, NOTHING - could prove him wrong.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 2:51 pm
E'rik felt like he was watching things happen in slow motion as the golden dragonet bowled Firyal over and then walk over her in search of her rider. He gripped his gitar case harder, so that his knuckles turned white, and swore colorfully, unaware that Daramulath was echoing his sentiments with feeling in the back of his mind. The swearing didn't let up until Mal had made his way back to the disorganized cluster of young men and Firyal had regained her footing. At that point he released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
And to think, people consider Haanyath and Khunoth violent, Daramulath said mildly. E'rik recognized his own humor when his dragon used it and sent a mental impression of wry appreciation toward his dragon. He was not surprised when moments later Dara asked, Will they be all right?
I think so. Mal's going back to the group and Firyal seems to be holding up. He wasn't comfortable seeing either of his friends bleeding, but he would rather see them bleeding than immobile on the sands with broken necks or some unseen, internal wound that might later prove fatal.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 2:51 pm
Unoffended by her friend's snapping, Kess simply shrugged, working on remaining calm as she left her eyes on the brown, working his way through candidates.
"Maybe Kyllae's touching changed them." Who they'd normally impress to, anyway. The weyr would be up in a storm is a gold impressed to a male candidate, for instance.
Folding her arms across her chest, the blonde nodded politely to Inaari, taking a step to the side to leave a gap between the other candidate and herself, in case they ended up needing to move quickly. Wouldn't do to bump into each other.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 2:54 pm
Kiera stared at the little Queen with sadness. She wanted to run to the poor thing and comfort the anger that seemed to rage in her little eyes. "You'll find yours soon, don't worry." She whispered, trembling slightly. She felt like a chill had lanced through her. It was not right for the dragonet to be alone, searching and not finding the one personit needed most. "Please don't be angry, little one. Everything will be alright..." She was mumbling to herself, a smile on her face and a pang in her heart.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 2:55 pm
Both Nathail and Alirien, though in different sections of the crowd, both move backwards with the flow of the other male candidates at the violence being shown by the large brown. And that queen! Such anger, hopefully they would both find Theirs soon, and the rest of the eggs would hatch much calmer dragonets than these two.
Alirien can't help but feel more concerned over the female candidates at the wrath of that Gold, hoping that none of them are seriously hurt, than he is about the brown among them to turn towards his area of the candidates and fleeing from claws and bulk.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 2:55 pm
His attention was briefly diverted from the brown as more girls went down under the gold's claws. Raedue shook his head and hoped, for the girls' sakes that the young queen impressed soon. For they certainly did not need to be worrying about her mauling them as well as another dragon should it hatch and be wanting a female rider.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 3:01 pm
((x .x I was mowing the lawn, sorry.))
He couldn't help but jump when the Akhal Teke egg had begun to rock and shake with fever. What's more, he couldn't help but jump again when it suddenly split open and exposed the small dragon who had been hiding inside. He was the first out, it seemed, and even before his Queen sister, who was the next to hatch. Squawking came the little Gold, immediately searching for hers, and barreling her brother over into two of the other candidates. He flinched when the small dragon's claws caught them, and briefly wondered if it hurt, and how badly.
He snorted to himself.
Well, of course it would hurt.
For a moment, he watched the Queen as she feverishly searched, and then the smaller male. It wasn't as if the little queen would so much look at him, so he thought it best to focus on the male, instead. At least, that is, until the other's began hatching. Slowly and almost unconsciously, his eyes slid to the Clydesdale and the Gypsy Vanner eggs, and the quickly looked back to the hatched dragons. It wouldn't do any good to hang onto the hope of Impressing one of them when they hadn't hatched. After all, what if they already had theirs chosen? He jaw fell slack when he saw that the young Queen was literally tearing through the Candidates, and briefly prayed she would not come any where near him. Not that she had much reason, unless one of the girls were to stray close, but nevertheless, the silent plea was there. She seemed to be frustrated, and that, in itself, was scary enough.
After all, an angry dragon was not the best thing to trifle with.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 3:03 pm
Veyes stared on hoping no more of his friends wwould be mauled but that wish was not answered as he saw Firyal get trampled. Again he fought the urge to run over buth there were too many candidates between he and his friends. Plus even if he got there, he could not do much beyond try and stop the bleeding. That was the job of a healer. So he continued to stare and only wish he could do something.[
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 3:04 pm
Berjint was edging around, both to get freedom to move in case the brown chose to be as aggressive as the little queen, but also for a better view of him. Getting his first real good look at him, he was astonished at how large he was. Maybe he was wrong and somehow that was a bronze? He shook his head in wonder.
But cries from the group of girls made him turn in time to see the gold walking on Firyal. He gave an involuntary yelp, then clapped his hand over his mouth. Didn't they say not to do something like that? Didn't it upset the dragonets somehow? He spun back to the brown, his heart beating fast. He certainly hoped that tough girl was okay, but perhaps he ought to focus on his own safety?
Illabel was aghast at how many girls had been blooded by the little gold. She glanced around for an adult, someone with authority. They hadn't told them what to do if a dragon seemed to prefer to slash at them or charge them randomly! The rising fear choked her, but she fought it down. No, she refused to be afraid. Dragons did not seek human death. It wasn't their way, and thus it wouldn't be her way to be afraid. These were merely accidents. Lifting her chin a bit and taking a firmer stance, she tried to feel ready for whatever the furious dragon would do.
But what of the other eggs? There was no time or space to think about them, not with two raging dragons on the sands, shrieking for Theirs.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 3:08 pm
My my, these dragons certainly had tempers! The little queen...she even walked on that girl! She certainly seemed to have her priorities straight, with injuring candidates at the very bottom of the list. How many more people was the gold intent on injuring. How many more boys did the brown feel like shredding, before both of them found Theirs?
Kyllae clenched her fists, hoping, yearning that the dragonets might find theirs. Urging them to look a little harder at the people around them, to find someone to share their lives with. Surely that had to be more appealing that ripping and tearing through the group of candidates. Or were theirs...simply not in the group of candidates? Kyllae wasn't sure.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 3:09 pm
Aleema, a journeywoman healer who had come to Ista specifically requested to attend to Candidates during the hatching, hissed as she felt the warm sand seep through her sandals. Wasn't proper to make young children endure such head, and on top of that they were being attacked by a baby dragon. She clucked her tongue to the roof of her mouth and knelt beside the young woman who had been trampled.
"Girl, what's your name? Do you know where you are?" It was a simple enough question, seeing if the girls brains had been addled. With rough mothering hands the aging journey woman assessed Friyal's wounds. Didn't seem like there were any broken bones, but Aleema was sure that the young woman would be sore for a few days.
"I don't feel broken bones," she spoke soft and reassuringly, "A bit of numbweed and I think you'll be fine to stand."
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 3:16 pm
Firyal had been watching the gold warily after initially failing to catch the eye of any healers, and so she had not noticed the Healer coming up to her, though she was a little confused as to why she was kneeling. Firyal, herself, was standing up, and as far as she could tell her legs were relatively all right, if a bit fat.
"I'm Firyal. I'm on the Hatching Ground of Ista Weyr," she replied without taking her gaze from the gold dragonet.
Her lips twitched into a smirk when she heard that all she'd need was some numbweed. That was a great relief, though she had suspected as much from the start. This would be very painful later, but as long as her adrenaline was flowing she could ignore her injuries and focus on the more important business of Impressing. She had so few chances left to her to do so.
"Thank you," she added distractedly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 3:20 pm
R'than stood speechless, watching the young brown and queen tear through the ranks of candidates. This was what happened without a touching, in all his turns at the Weyr, thirty seven now, he had never seen a hatching like this. This was what happened when some little girl thought she was too good to obey rules. Shards, he couldn't believe she had been allowed to remain. He hoped that at least she would hear of all that happened and at least feel remorse for her actions. That lad he'd taken up for a fly - Govan - had been quite badly mauled. It was horrible enough seeing any of them harmed, but being able to put a name to a bleeding body was worse still. Hoping desperately that things improved from here, all he could do was stand and stare.
The old brown rider was not the only one in shock; both C'mor and L'thor were staring down at the sands. While the weyrling was worrying in general, L'thor really only cared that those he had searched came out alright. If they didn't, he was going to have some bones to pick with the girl who had messed all of this up. Well, some bones to crack if he had anything to say about it actually; that little b***h had got off far too lightly in his opinion.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 3:21 pm
Terisa's mouth hung open as the little gold thrashed about, injuring many of the girls near her. Having been able to so far avoid any injuries, the weaver was quite relieved, but she had to keep moving farther and farther away from the gold in order to remain unscathed. She didn't really mind, since, while golds were absolutely gorgeous dragons, it had never really seemed to her that she was goldrider material. She was, after all, petrified of a task as simple as asking the Headwoman for supplies.... Trying to keep her eyes on both of the rather dangerous hatchlings was becoming a rather difficult chore, and Terisa just hoped that they both impressed soon and the rest of the clutch wasn't nearly so easily frustrated....
Watching as yet another girl was trampled, the dark-haired girl gulped and moved yet again to the back of the group of girls, though more and more candidates seemed to be getting the same idea as her, and it was becoming a bit difficult to actually be at the back of the clump. With her dark eyes momentarily roaming to the rest of the clutch, Terisa just hoped that another hatchling appeared soon....
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