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 Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:50 pm
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FISHER
If it came to something involving brute strength then it was Fisher's moment to shine!!! Except for, you know, all the rules that had been drilled in to her head about not trying to open an egg.
"Let's not. Already too many hands on deck over there an', yanno, we're not supposed ta be hittin' eggs. The whole 'injurin' the baby inside' bit, remember?" Fisher could have opened the egg, probably, but she hadn't liked how that voice sounded. Oily, like a hand running down her spine.
Sort of gross.
Also there was, you know, the EXTREMELY ANGRY GOLD DRAGON who was yelling and the candidates were being pushed back.
"Yeah, see? Probably for the best we didn't do nothin'."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:53 pm
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It was an odd thing to watch from her cot perch. Ticene blinked slowly, her eyes staying closed longer than really they should have been. Leaning forward, elbows on knees, and with the numbness and everything else, she was beginning to feel a tad giddy. The pain in her back had turned to a dull, throbbing ache, which as long as she didn't move was manageable. She tried not to think about how much it was going to hurt when she was inevitably made to go to the infirmary and they peeled it all off and did... whatever it was they were going to end up doing to it.
She watched the candidates gather around the egg, while more newly impressed weyrlings left the sands. It felt like they had been here so long, but there were still so many eggs that hadn't hatched. Idly Ticene wondered how long the hatching had actually been going. She had no way of knowing inside the cavern, but was sure it would be something that could be found out later on.
Sorry. I can't help right now. She thought back almost sleepily to the egg's request for help. You have a lot of help though. Tilting her head ever so slightly (She stopped when her body reminded her that her neck muscles connected to all that back damage), Ticene watched the candidates as they tried to help the dragon become a newborn dragon. A booming shout had a small grin spreading over the injured candidate's lips. There was Helane. She liked that girl more and more with each passing minute.
Uh-oh, then there was a very, very, angry mama dragon making herself known. Ticene wondered if she would get punished this time too. That was the way it worked, right? Didn't matter that she was over here, incapable of moving, she'd probably get her knots taken away for this too. Clearly this wasn't something that candidate was still bitter about at all. At least the egg seemed unharmed? Maybe? Honestly, she couldn't really tell.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:53 pm
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Helane had never moved so fast as when the Queen ordered her and the others away, she hadn't meant to upset the mother dragon but what else could they do? they were called, they were asked for help, the baby inside could DIE ... was she supposed to have done nothing? No, she wouldn't ... couldn't have ignored the request for help, however she wasn't stupid, she was already moving when she felt teeth in her robes, pulling her away from the egg, she was going.. she was going.... She scuttled back to Fahn and Jeri, her face whiter than unstained candidate robes.."i was just trying to help.....like it asked" she muttered to her friends, more afraid than angry, she really only had had good intentions.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:57 pm
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Kinyegele
"Oh!"
Fianth's outburst had Kinye pressing into Fisher's side, eyes wide with fear. What kind of foolery did this look like? Were they going to get in trouble? Of course, it was clear now that they got to stay right where they were, frowning at the scene in front of them.
This had been a little bit of a mess, hadn't it?
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Fahn
Fahn looked at Helane, eyes wide. "Did you just punch an egg?" She'd stayed firmly back here rather than the approach and actually wasn't sure what it had been, after all.
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W'tarl of Green Altoth
Oh boy. They were all going to lose their jobs over some candidates doing something dumb on the sands, now weren't they? Altoth was already recovering from the meltdown caused when one of their own had died, and half of his ability to heavily worry about this was too busy dealing with her, sprawled across a lovely brown and creeling with upset.
He was making a note of names and already pondering what he'd suggest they did on the other side.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:59 pm
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Slytherin was hidden under his wing, upset about something. But in short order he found the one he was looking for, and that was great news. For them at least. Rothgar sighed and looked around the sands. Several eggs were struggling to open but they weren't supposed to help with that were they? Regardless of what they were supposed to do, he noticed Candidates gathering around the ones whom had called out for help. So he left them be. They had all the help they were going to need.
Deciding to get his arms patched up at the healer station, Rothgar's arms were beginning to hurt much more insistently than before. Perhaps it was because he was not quite so focused on everything and everyone else. Rothgar headed off to the sides of the Sands. He felt a bit woozy from blood loss, or heat, or both. He even thought he felt something pleasant wash over him along the way. Who knew it was Imperio himself?
Then, scared witless, Rothgar suddenly flattened himself upon the sand as Fianth roared at the meddlesome Candidates and her tiny (by comparison) mate was there in a flash, snapping at them angrily. So they weren't to touch the eggs. She forbade anyone from seeing her hatchlings for now. "Oh great job, guys." He had not seen the blow to the egg but he knew it must have been serious to gain her wrath. Now to get up from his spot. With an effort and a grunt he did so; his forearms, they were injured or something.
((Any healers about?))
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 2:59 pm
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Calla had heard Unfortunate's request for help like all the other Candidates, but the encased dragonet was across the Sands and a handful of others had already responded to the call. Her view was not great, but was that... had a Candidate punched the egg? Oh for Faranth's sake, so had a second. Calla had no idea why the other Candidates thought their fists could do more than a dragonet's claws, but the entire spectacle was exactly that, a spectacle.
And that was before the gold mother intervened.
So... the moral of this story was: do not approach an egg, even if it asks. Calla's gaze slid back to the array of moving eggs and dragonets. Her feet felt sore from the hot Sands, her stomach empty, but they were nowhere near done. And perhaps, it had to be, that Hers was still here, just waiting. Well, Calla could wait too.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 3:01 pm
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