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Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Laura Walker
 

Candidates were Candidates and they did stupid things. Usually that was as far as it went. But then, usually, no-one had tried to attack the Weyrwoman.

Talith had been laid, apparently dozing, on the Sands, one eye half-open as he watched the entering Candidates. Compared to Foreth he wasn't a terrifying sight; but then compared to an anxious gold with eggs to protect few things were.

And then there was one figure, and then another barrelling towards the gold eggs and the brown went from comfortable and relaxed to on his feet in an instant, teeth showing in a snarl. Not so easily overlooked now; browns might be smaller than golds but those teeth regularly tore apart herdbeast and right now he was dealing with two possible threats arrowing towards his gold eggs and his queen.

(('TAL! WE'RE BEING ATTACKED!)) he warned at the top of his mental voice, and that might have been addressed to his rider but he didn't bother shouting it privately. That shout went to every dragon as he arrowed in on the closest danger -- Asharan as it happened. 

There was a moment where it looked as though he intended to swallow the boy whole, or possibly bite him in half. In the cluster of remaining Candidates one of the boys - Garatt - screamed. It was one thing seeing dragons lounging comfortably from a distance, quite another seeing an angry dragon ready to attack. But Talith had had turns of gentle play with his rider, and knew well enough how to close his teeth gently around the boy's body, lifting him off the ground without harming a hair on his head. 

One danger taken care of. Truenoth or Foreth would have to grab the other. 

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On Thu, Aug 13, 2020 at 5:02 AM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
"Well, there's two gold eggs on the sands this Turn, so I'm liking my odds," Asheran had joked to the uncomprehending boy beside him, who had only politely asked 'do you think you'll Impress this clutch?' when he caught a bit of movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to follow the flutter and noticed another of the boys had broken off from the group and was edging toward the hatching sands. It took him half a second to realise what was going on, and then time seemed to slow down all around him. He felt his heart speed up, thudding in his chest, and adrenaline flooded his veins almost before he even realised what he was going to do about what he had just realised was going on. Some stupid, scrawny boy was - despite all the warnings - making a run for the eggs.
 
"Piss!" Asheran barked out in astonishment, and then he was up and running - jumping, really, going from bleacher to bleacher downwards at a mad sprint, abruptly gratified and a little amazed at how fast he was when it really mattered. All the star jumps and morning jogs, and he had never really had an excuse to flat out run until now. Then again, a face plant would probably kill him.
 
As the railing loomed up ahead of him, fueled by adrenaline, Asheran leapt - pushed off the railing with his hand, cleared it, and rolled as he hit the sands below, thrown off by the shifting, soft springiness of it. He popped back up to his feet at the end of the roll, though, stumbling from the forward momentum, and threw his arms out for balance.
 
But the boy had a head start, and distance on him.
 
Also, what the fuck was he doing? He was on the SANDS now.
 
"Felix!" He bellowed, and his fat little firelizard 'pinged' into existence above him, jade green wings beating around his head unhelpfully, as much summoned by his bawling shout as his prickling, adrenaline-fueled fear. "Stop that idiot before he gets himself killed!"
 
But Felix, panicked and confused, only landed on his shoulder, keening in misery, and gripped tight.

"Shards -- you! Stop! You're going to get yourself killed!"



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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.
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