Opening The Picnic Basket {Chaha's Hatching}

[Akira]

i have got so much to give, i swear i do
i may not have nine lives, this one feels brand new

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The Pan-Roasted Chicken Cutlets Bronze turned his swirling gaze away from the candidates to look at another egg that seemed ready to hatch. He stood up, his egg goo covered tail now covered with sand, and walked over to the Tater Tot Casserole Egg. There were cracks all over the brown egg, some larger than others. The young bronze chirped curiously at its sibling as the egg started to rock, almost as if the being inside was stuck. There was a soft moaning coming from the little egg. So the bronze decided that it was time to help its sibling enter the world. He lifted one bronze claw and slammed it down on the very edge of the brown egg, effectively freeing the little blue that had been stuck upside down. The two looked at each other for a moment before the larger bronze hatchling nudged its blue sibling towards the candidates.

The Tater Tot Casserole Blue turned his head from side to side as he looked at the candidates, but wait...what was that? A loud squeal tore from the blue’s throat as it spotted the young kitten, and it seemed that that was all it would take to spur the hatchling to find it’s bonded. Squealing loudly it ran head-long towards the rows of candidates, and as it reached the very edge, tripped over its own paws. The young blue fell forward and bowled into a few male candidates before struggling to untangle itself. SAVE ME V’LIN MINE!!!! IT’S GONNA EAT YOUR TASERTH!!!!! Taserth squealed and wailed as he tried to get to his rider. The only person he felt could save him from the terrifying beast that wasn’t even half his own size seemed to be an eternity away.

Chahaturth crooned happily at Kayath’s praise, though she could have done without the wench part. Then another egg started to hatch, but it seemed the poor thing was stuck in its shell. She couldn’t help but feel the pride well up inside of her as the bronze hatchling went to rescue his sibling. Her joy was short lived though, someone had brought a pet to the hatching. She roared angrily at the kitten. She knew that it was just a baby but it had no reason to be on the sands when HER children were hatching. She whined piteously, she was torn between getting rid of the kitten and trying to comfort her frightened blue son. D’tri gasped, not knowing what to do about anything at the moment. He turned to the candidates wondering if the kitten belonged to one of them. GET THAT CAT OUT OF HERE!!!! He screamed, attempting to keep his dragon from doing something drastic.

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woo woo, here I come, woo woo, back to you
there ain’t no home like the one you got
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Blue Taserth

Pronunciation:
tass - earth

Impresses To:
V'lin (Varlind) {Brhi}

Egg Name:
Tater Tot Casserole Egg

Egg Description:
The Tater Tot Casserole Egg is a soft off-white, with dark brown rings all around the egg. The rings start at the top of the egg, and circle down to the bottom. When people approach the egg, they feel a slight playfulness coming from the egg. It is almost as though it wants to just run around and have a good time. Yet whenever people touch it, they feel like the egg is trying hold them there, and doesn't want them to leave.

Dragon Appearance:
Hatchling Size:
6.4ft.

Full Grown Size:
32ft.

Color Codes:
Base: 315BA1 Azure
Tail Rings: A3E3ED Blizzard Blue
Neck Rings: BAEEF9 Charlotte

Taserth is definitely large for his coloring, though it appears as though something might have happened while he was still in his egg for his tail is three feet shorter than normal for a dragon his size. But the blue male doesn’t even seem to notice this really, even though it does mess with his maneuverability while flying. Everything else about his body is very well proportioned. He is an azure blue in color, with charlotte blue rings around his neck, and blizzard blue rings around his tail. It almost looks as though someone has taken large colors and strapped them around his tail permanently. The rings around his neck look more like waves than rings from a distance, but as you get closer you can see that they really are just like the rings on his tail.

Personality:
Positives: Outgoing, Gentle, Reliable, Playful
Negatives: Clingy, Possessive, Ailurophobic (Fear of Cats), Hyper

Mind-Voice:
Do not go far Mine!
Taserth’s voice is very high pitch and always seems to have a slight whine to it. This whine increases in tone and volume whenever he gets either excited or upset about something. Whenever he is calm it is very easy to listen to his voice, but as soon as something happens it becomes extremely annoying. At times even his rider will want to be able to ignore him or tune him out somehow. This is just something that his rider will have to learn to either live with, or learn how to ignore it.

Reason:
Maybe...maybe you could save me from myself and those mean, scary, furry things that meow V'lin Mine? Then maybe we could teach everyone how to play! But you will keep me safe from those furry things won't you Mine?

[damien]

His eyes flicker to the other egg that starts to hatch. Had he touched that one? He can’t quite remember. He watches with baited breath as the bronze helps its sibling out, a frown flickering over his features. He was a farm bred boy after all and he knew that helping creatures hatch from eggs could be bad for the beastlet inside. He hopes the baby would be fine.

His attention is torn though and he turns to see what the commotion is about, his eyes landing on a….kitten? Surprise fills his face before he remembers nothing at all but extreme tearing pain. He’s on the ground something wet is pooling by his head and he stares dazed up at the ceiling and wonders if this was how it would end. There is no adrenaline to save him, there is no feeling of enjoyment there is only the pain and nothing more.

Carefully, he’s been hurt before he knows not to get up to fast, he manages to get to his knees . Having his head off of the burning hot sand helps a bit but when he lifts his hand to touch his forehead it comes back matted in blood, the scarlet liquid dripping into his vision. He’s not sure if he should be frightened or not. Head wounds bleed a lot, he knows this but its an awful lot of blood and he feels very dizzy.

Not wanting to be in the way he stumbles to his feet unknowingly back peddling towards the eggs-closer and closer till he falls once again landing a mere inch from another. He’s to out of it to notice, or to care as he cradles his bleeding head in his hand just mutters something that makes no sense what so ever. He’s fine if he gets eaten at this point, it would stop the pain.

[Kitsuneko]

A frown came onto Bekran's face when he spotted the little kitten on the Hatching Sands. Oh no! What was it doing on the sands!? It probably belonged to one of the candidates, but who was stupid enough to allow a pet in a place with a ton of overprotective dragons?

His attention was brought back to the eggs though, as a second dragon began to hatch with the help of his bronze brother. It was a blue; Bekran regarded him with some interest, but not much more than the bronze. There were other eggs yet to hatch and neither of the dragons hatched so far had particularly drawn his eye the way his lifemate presumably would have.

That said, he certainly noticed when the blue hatchling caught sight of the kitten and panicked, and he definitely noticed Chahaturth's reaction as well. With a grimace, he stepped back and to the side, well away from the other male candidates; he had already been on the edge of the group towards the back, so it was easy for him to see the dragon coming and get well out of its way. Some of his fellow candidates weren't so lucky, and he winced as they were knocked over by the blue trying to get to his rider. He didn't Impress to Bekran, something he was quickly coming to view as a good thing; his own love of animals probably wouldn't have helped the blue's apparent issues with the kitten.

[Taylor]

Ko had planned to stand back and watch, of course. A swell of pride filled him as he watched his bronze helping the helpless little blue into the world. Oh yes, they would do wonderful things, the two of them. Lead the weyr into a new age of prosperity, teach those around them-

His thoughts about saving the world were cut short as it appeared saving was needed here, now, on the very small scale. He had just enough time to process that the terrified blue was sprinting towards him and the other males before he was bowled over, claws raking his calf. He let out a rather undignified cry, hitting the hot sand with his leg cut open.

The cat, though... the cat which had caused all this! It was still out there, and he knew from his last experience with Chahaturth that the topaz could be a might testy. Oh shards what if she ate the poor feline? It was just a kitten, really! He forced himself up off the sands - he hadn't been mauled, after all, just...sliced up a bit - and flung himself forward as the topaz roared. No knowing what she might do. His attention wasn't on the Impressing blue or his leg or the other candidate who seemed to be stumbling off to die. Just the cat. He scooped it to his chest, struggling to raise himself up off the sand again, now using only one arm.

He limped over to the stands, giving his bronze an uncertain look. It saw him coming over here, right? Of course. It was smart enough to find him. He walked to the stands and sat on the bottom bench, as close to the sands as he could get. Stroking the cat, he murmured softly to it, trying to reassure it. It only made sense for him to be here now, he supposed. Keep the cat safe and anyway, his bronze was hatched and knew where he was. No point in waiting down there.

[Zirin]

Kyprioth wasn't the only one to get bowled over. Firogel too, distracted by his own sharding kitten, was not free from the terrors of a frightened hatchling. Hissing in pain as claws tore into his leg, he toppled into Linda for a moment before righting himself, pretending that hadn't just happened. Stupid sharding blue, who ever heard of such a scaredy-cat dragon!

Wincing against the pain, Firogel looked down to see the blood dripping down his leg, staining his otherwise white robes. Shard it all, this was not going well! It could have been worse though, he thought as he watched Kyprioth stumble about, though he took his eyes off the other candidate too look back at Caesar. He needed to get his stupid pet off the sands!

Ignoring the pain in his leg, he let out a whoop and ran towards the cat, trying to frighten him off and getting awfully close to the eggs in the process. He wished he could move faster, but his leg was protesting every step. Someone beat him to Caesar though, and he gave a sigh of relief, forgetting just how close to Chahaturth he had gotten. The feline in question purred and nuzzled into Ko, not at all aware of all the trouble he was causing.

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"That's going to be one dead cat..." J'dol mumbled, feeling sorry for the thing as he, along with many others, noticed it. Part of him willed the candidates to ignore it, to let someone else deal with it or hope the feline got the hint that he wasn't supposed to be here.

"Shards! Kyp!" J'dol jumped from his seat again, leaning over the railings as he tried to get the candidate to stop walking. He was getting near the eggs! The idiot! He heard Kayath bugle from far above him, trying to wake the man from his daze, but if it had an effect they couldn't see it.

[Taylor]

R'sren had been watching the proceedings from up in the stands. Or...in particular, he was watching Kyprioth. Sure, their first meeting had involved breaking the Candidate's rib but... Moryth liked the man's firelizard, which by some odd system of relations meant that Moryth considered the candidate important to them. R'sren was okay with this; he rather liked Kyprioth, so he wasn't inclined to argue when his dragon had insisted they come here.

But now it looked like coming here meant watching Kyprioth die on the sands. That was...fun? He frowned, not sure if he should just try to get out of here before the man croaked. He'd know it had happened, of course, but that was different from actually witnessing the dead body be trampled by dragons and then later carried out. He started to get to his feet only to have his dragon shove a very strong feeling of "no" at him. Great.

Moryth brushed lightly at Chahaturth's mind, sending her an image of R'sren crossing the sands to Kyprioth and dragging him away from the eggs. The thought was tinged with a great deal of questioning and he even included an emphatic please?[/color]

[jovia]

Jessee just frowned as he saw a blue emerge too... that wasn't a good enough Dragon for him so where was his? Was it really not in this clutch? He should be here and show himself so they could get out of there.. But suddenly pointing and a flurry of activity distracted him... there was a cat on the sands. But before he could do anything he was suddenly pushed and felt a stab of pain. Oh no was he going to never be able to dance again? Jessee slightly screamed out in pain and just tried to crawl away from the blue who was apparently doing major amounts of damage.

Finally he was a bit away and now he looked down at his body... oh it wasn't as bad as what it looked like on some of them... It was just a small gash on his side and what felt like a broken rib? Or a bone of sorts as he just frowned. "Hey need a healer, dancer extraordinaire here. I don't need to be permanently injured unable to do my bread and butter!" Jessee kind of snapped out, he really needed it to get worked on and soon he didn't need to be out of commission for too long.

However his eyes did look up and start to look around, his face held a scowl as well as he spotted the kitten now in someones arms. That bloody little thing would pay for this outrage one day, oh yes Menek and Akesha would love a nice fur lined nest oh yes.... But where was that sharding healer!!! Quickly he looked around as he tried to spy one.

[Brhi]

He watched the blue with interest, it was a stunning shade of azure. It seemed this clutch would be spectacular – were all of them like this? His eyes followed the dragon’s gaze as it turned to look at something on the Stands. He barely registered the kitten – after all, it was a tiny, harmless and rather cute little creature, much less important than the dragons – until the blue reacted.

It yelped and began to bolt towards the Candidates, Varlind taking a wary step back as it began hurtling in their direction. As he barrelled into the Candidates, Varlind let out a surprised yell, finding himself suddenly knocked aside.

Knocked aside, and then breathless as the blue hatchling pounced on top of him, attempting to free himself from the mess of blue wings, limbs and tail that wavered across his body. “Urgh, oi!” He snapped, desperately trying to free himself, struggling with the creature. That’s when he heard it. The voice in his mind. His heart leapt to his throat and he felt suddenly dizzied – more from the bruising and cuts he was receiving from the terrified dragon – as something within him shuddered. This dragon was his. “M... my...”

Your Taserth, Mine! Ohplease help it's going to eat meeeee!

He pawed desperately at his bonded, leaving a large scratch down V’lin’s torso. The boy hissed in pain and managed to dislodge himself from the dragon. “I...” He was covered in scratches and bruises, slightly bloodied from the dragon, and he swayed on his feet, dizzily.

Through his haze, he looked around for his brother and just caught sight of the boy, bloodied, moving dazedly towards the eggs. “C... c’mon, Taserth...” He growled, placing a hand on the hatchling’s neck to steady himself. “ Need t’ help... Kyp...”

No! That... that furry thing will get us! You must stay! With a desperate, frustrated growl, he began to stumble towards where his brother was all but crawling, ignoring the fact that the man from before was also heading in that direction. “Look, there’s people already goin’ t’ the kitten...jus’...”

Taserth stared, horrified at his bonded, but it did look like the furry hellion was being contained and he couldn’t just let His... he couldn’t... with a scared cry, he bolted after his bonded. Together, they moved forwards on the Sands, towards Kyprioth’s injured form, dragon helping bonded across the ground. V’lin leant heavily against the blue, wincing with each movement.

[Akira]

i have got so much to give, i swear i do
i may not have nine lives, this one feels brand new

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Chahaturth felt something, or someone, brushing lightly against her consciousness, but paid it little heed. Her babies needed her. But wait, the little blue had found his rider and seemed to have caused quite a bit of trouble in the process. She growled dangerously as candidates kept getting closer to her and her eggs. GET AWAY!!!!! D’tri was screaming, doing everything he could to keep his dragon from going completely berserk. But before anyone could do anything about the injured candidate that had fallen so close to Chahaturth’s front paws, something quite amazing happened. The Pan-Roasted Chicken Cutlets Bronze Roared as loud as his little hatchling lungs would allow him. He quickly ran over to where Kyprioth was now lying on the sand.

Come K’r Mine, now is not the time for taking naps. Your Pastenutth is hungry, and you need to take me to food. Pastenutth crooned softly as he nuzzled his rider’s arm, trying to get him to get up. He wasn’t really worried about food at the moment, but he figured it would be a good enough excuse to get his rider up. He turned his corn harvest bronze colored tiger striped muzzle towards Taserth and V’lin, and hissed dangerously as he moved to stand protectively above K’r. As much as he wanted to protect his brother, his need to protect his rider was far greater, and no one was going to get between the small bronze and his injured rider. Especially not some wherry-brained fool that is afraid of a tiny kitten! K’r get to your feet or I shall use my teeth and carry you. Pastenutth wasn’t kidding either.

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woo woo, here I come, woo woo, back to you
there ain’t no home like the one you got
‘cause that home belongs to you

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Bronze Pastenutth

Pronunciation:
Pa - st - en - ut - th

Impresses To:
K'r (Kyprioth) {Damien}

Egg Name:
Pan-Roasted Chicken Cutlets Egg

Egg Description:
It is very obvious as to what is inside of the Pan-Roasted Chicken Cutlets Egg. After all it is a typical bronze in color and is at the very edge of the clutch and appears as though it is guarding all of the other eggs. Those that walk past this egg get a wary feeling, as though whatever is inside of the egg doesn’t want them to get too close. But those that are brave enough to actually touch this egg get the feeling of great pride and accomplishment. As though the dragon hidden under the bronze shell is proud that they were brave enough to take the chance and touch its shell.

Dragon Appearance:
Hatchling Size:
7ft.

Full Grown Size:
35ft.

Color Codes:
Base: 3F2109 Bronze
Wings: 704A07 Antique Bronze
Tiger Stripes: 8B6B0B Corn Harvest

Pastenutth is small as far as bronzes are concerned. But despite his small size he is just as strong as the other, larger, bronzes because he seems to have larger muscles than is normal for his size. Not only are the muscles in his legs, neck, and body extra-large, so are the ones in his wings, which means he can stay in the air much longer than is normal for his size. He is actually proud of his over-grown muscles, and takes very good care of them and his hide. Speaking of which, his hide is a typical bronze in color, yet his wings are an antique bronze. He also has tiger stripes all along his body. The stripes range in size as the start really small at his nose, and are largest near the middle of his back, and they else end really small at the tips of his tail. These tiger stripes can also be found on all four of his legs as well.

Personality:
Positives: Protective, Gentle, Calm, Affable
Negatives: Overly Protective, Overly Calm, Proud, Arrogant

Mind-Voice:
Mine we must go see who needs our help.
Pastenutth’s voice is extremely deep and seems to boom inside of a person’s mind. But despite its depth and booming nature, his voice is extremely gentle and feels like a soft caress that shouldn’t actually belong to a dragon as rough looking as him. But no matter what, there is no mistaking this rare voice as anything but male. It actually has a slight rumble to it. Kinda like the after rumble of thunder. But this is very slight, and actually hard to notice unless you are actually looking for it.

Reason:
You need me just as much as I need you Ky'th Mine. We will teach each other, and the entire Weyr, just how great we can lead the Weyr. There will be no greater in all of Pern!

[Kitsuneko]

Everything was happening so fast, it was hard for Bekran to keep up with everything going on. He breathed a sigh of relief when one of the candidates swept the kitten up and out of danger. He almost felt like clapping for Ko, but he remembered he was supposed remain silent, so silent he was.

Now that the blue was safely Impressed, he looked around to see how the rest of the candidates had fared. Most had only minor cuts and bruises, nothing too bad to worry about, but--yikes! That one candidate looked like he had a nasty head wound. Weren't the healers on their way yet? Oh, well, it looked like the bronze hatchling had noticed at least. He supposed it was a good thing he'd Impressed, though it made him question the bronze's judgement a bit, but still...

As soon as the healers showed up to tend to the injured candidates, Bekran stepped back again, careful to stay out of their way, and focused his eyes on the eggs. Which one would hatch next, and what would emerge? It would be nice if he could see a mutation or two.

[damien]

The bugle has the effect of making him look up-quickly before someone is yelling and he’s holding his head whimpering in pain. Much to his displeasure and disgust and utter fear he’s holding –part- of his head, his forehead to be exact and he finds himself feeling faint and rather far away and detached. A flap of skin hangs off from the curved cut that just missed his eye though the swelling and trauma has made it impossible for him to see out of the eye at all. His vision was quite murky and all he’s able to do is register that he’s really really close to the mother dragon.

Something was talking in his head and his nose was filled with the scent of copper from his blood, the heat from the sands and the odd spicy scent of a….dragon? He peers upward past the blood to stare at his brother giving him a rather loopy smile and is about to tell him he’s fine thank you very much, the skin is suppose to hang like that, there is a bronze standing in front of him and touching him and touching in his HEAD.

Well, now he knew he had truly lost it. Head trauma had caused his normal insanity to turn into bad insanity. He blinks owlishly at the striped creature, finding him rather hard on the eyes and ineffectively tries to push the prodding nose away. Why wouldn’t the hallucination just leave him alone he wants to rest!

K’rMine, Pastenutth is not a hallucination. I will carry you then, if you cannot walk He wraps his jaws surprisingly gently around his riders arm tugging him towards where the meat, and really where the healers were waiting.

Being dragged was not on his list of favorite things to do, especially by a hallucination. Waving his hand at the dragon he does his best to push him away stumbling to his feet as he holds the flap of skin to his forehead trying to fix the wound himself, and clear the air of the fake dragons talking to him.

Yer can't be mine. I'm bloody well not a kin' rider. Go on, right, get 'allucination go find some not-real boy ter bond ter and let me die in peace! Oi!” He tries to turn back to his brother but his head is tugged around-to quickly!- and he stumbles face first onto the sand, crumpled in a heap at the feet of the healers and beside the table with the meat.

Pastenutth croons his worry shifting his weight to rest his muscular body over his bonded trying to nudge him away to finish the bond. Hallucination? Him? Not likely! He nips gently at his neck till he rouses the pain drunk weyrling who finally meets his rainbow gaze.

To his surprise and bemusement Kyprioth, now K’r, burst out into tears when he feels the bond wrap around him. “No. Not real.” Was all he’s able to say as he curls up half under the table, shivering as fever sets in.

[jovia]

Linda scowled as soon as she noticed that awful little feline... ugh how she hated those things... In fact she was just about to go chase it off but then that blue Dragonet just came flailing into the crowd of Candidates... even seemingly knicked Firo... After the last hatching she had gotten out of the way in time but now she stood there as he used her as a crutch to stand on... Seriously he was going to have to learn a thing or two about helping himself if this will keep happening. Slowly she knelt down and started to try to wrap and use some numbweed on Firo to help him before she looked up at him. "You need to learn how to dodge better you know."

With a sigh she slowly removed herself, hoping not to let him fall over but she still had to go around taking care of people. Slowly she made her way along with some other healers in the Candidates that wasn't too close to the eggs with her numbweed and bandages. "Okay now this isn't a permanent bandaging, after the hatching is over go to the infirmary and get yourself fully checked out. This should get you well enough to finish standing and seeing if you got a Dragon here though." Was all she would comment as she tried to also lead them away from the eggs.

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Jessee frowned as he looked around, and just scooted himself even further away from the eggs as he finally got a healer to look after him. It wasn't the best after all but who knows he wasn't wanting to just suddenly be unable to even move because of the blasted wounds. He even murmured a thanks to the healer before they moved off and he just started to stand up again. The numbweed was taking effect and he was feeling almost as good as he used to be.

He glanced over again towards the Kitten and just snarled, he would have to either find that cat or it's owner and really lay into them. Give them the bill for his clothes too that were now ruined underneath the white robes he made himself!! Oh yeah they will have to get them replaced he was NOT going to be wearing a patched up blood stained anything that was certain.

[Zirin]

Firogel froze at the suddenly yelling from behind him and turned behin to see a rather angry mother. When had he gotten so close? No matter, he knew enough about clutchers to know he needed to get out of there. Bowing lightly, and never taking his eyes off of Chahaturth, he carefully backed away, ignoring the stinging in his leg as he found his way back to Linda.

Stupid woman could have given him a heads up at least! Ugh! His anger quickly deflated into angst as the bronze, his bronze, seemed to pick that useless, clutzy, waist of space farmboy. Obviously that bronze was as intelligent as a dead wherry, perhaps it was better this way. Yes, Firo needed a smarter dragon, surely.

Oh but... Linda was helping him? Firo stared in surprise until she opened her mouth and started speaking. "Well sorry i cared about my kitten. Thought you were all into animals, stupid." The words werent harsh though, he was thankful for the numbweed after all, it allowed him to put some weight back on his leg and support himself.

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J'dol coulnd't stop himself from launching out of his seat and running to the feeding area, practically dancing for joy. "Come on Kyp!" He mumbled, urging the man to get up. He would have run out there and tried to drag the man off the sands, but his knowledge of healing was rather paltry; he didn't want to accidentally cause more damage. Surely a healer would be getting out to him soon!

Oh but look at that stunning bronze! Was he going to drag Kyp all the way off the sands? J'dol barked out an order for a healer, though surely one would be on the way any time now, and knelt near Kyprioth, not caring if the bronze got protective or anything.

"Don't you pass out now, stay awake Kyp!" He reached out to try to shake the man's arm lightly, his own worry mirroring Kayath's as she roared, demanding that the servents hurry up and fix her favourite candidate.

[Brhi]

As they approached, the bronze turned to hiss violently at them. V’lin narrowed his eyes at the dragon – his... brother’s dragon? Why else would a kingdragon be so protective? – and Taserth nearly turned tail to run, still skittish from the cat-incident.

“Shut it, ya big bully..” he grumbled, lightheaded from his wounds and still trying to get close to his brother. He watched as Kyp promptly burst into tears, the bronze attempting to drag him from the Sands. In a flash, the man from before was there and things were happening far too swiftly for V’lin to keep up with. He felt panicked, the emotions stemming from his dragon, as he, too, attempted to get a grip on his brother’s arm. ‘Not real’, he wondered, trying to figure out what his brother was saying.

“Real or not, brother, ain’t important til we’re off an’ better an’ all that nonsense...” he tossed J’dol a brief, defensive glare as healers rushed over to them. “’Urry up!” He snapped at them, “e’s injured but bad! Gotta help ‘im.”

V’linMine... you need help, too. Or we need to go.. I.. I’m hungry, too. Whined Taserth, his voice reaching a high, stringy pitch that grinded in V’lin’s head. He will be okay, you need to pay me attention first.

V’lin could’ve sworn at the dragon, but emotions overwhelmed him even as healers neared. He swayed a little, realizing they were still in the middle of the Sands and his dragon’s hunger was flowing across their bond. No, he needed to stay with his brother...

[Wish]

Well that was interesting to say the least....

Inali gritted her teeth as she looked down on the two newly impressed pairs, her eyes focused more on the bronze than anything else. Weak. Thay single thought snaked into her head, accompanied by the ghost of Loraketh's voice. My Lady it is quite pathetic. Look how low our home has become. The voice snaked into her head despite it not really being there. Inali shook herself, biting her nails into her arms to try and grip reality. She was gone, they had taken her....yet there she was still in her head telling her what to do.

The girl...where is she? Inali tore her mind away from her unhappy musings and focused on the area around her instead. Where had Inoria gotten to? Blue eyes searched the stands and then narrowed as her body tensed. Down on the sands the young child had crept to where the Bronze and his feinting rider were...right with J'dol who would definitely recognize her. Inoria didn't care though, the pain in the Bronze's voice was hurting her too! It'll be okay, I promise it'll be okay. The girl bit her lip, trying to send comforting thoughts to the dragonet.

Inali hissed between clenched teeth, her hands balling into fists at her side as she sent a sharp command to Ghost to fetch the girl, the green popping onto the sands and chittering while hovering mid-air.