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The events during the hatching had taken more of a toll then Aresoth would have originally thought. The actions of the candidates were nothing to his mind, not anymore. The disrespect they had shown paled in comparison to the grief and sadness he felt through his bond with C'ryn. That grief and pain for Kiri, a sweet girl that Aresoth was rather fond of. He felt just as pained by the scene that had been shown upon the sands, the sight of her begging Fianth and Rhianth to remove the bronze from atop her brother. The callous way the bronze had attacked that young man and then just...stood there...It had caused anger to flare into Aresoth, as well as uncertainty. He didn't know if the young man had provoked the bronze and yet something told him that wasn't the case, the bronze had just wanted an excuse to kill someone and he probably would have still done it even if the little green had not been so distressed. He was determined to keep an eye on that bronze. There was a chance that he would cause trouble once he was graduated. Already he was wondering just where that bronze would be placed.

Then, of course, had been the sad end to the hatching. It overruled the anger he felt at that Western Bronze and his display. That was insignificant in his mind. Who cared what a Western bronze thought of anything when they had lost such a sweet green to the cold of between.

His hearts went out to Fianth, Rixth and Krahsujunth for the loss of the little one. He could not fathom the sadness that their hearts were feeling. Oh how it heart to see Fianth and Krahsujunth both go to nuzzle the spot where their green daughter had been on the sands. How his hearts froze at the thought of when he might be so lucky enough to sire a clutch of his own and to undergo such a pain.

And yet, if he was feeling this pain just from the loss as a fellow dragon with only the chance of siring a clutch in the future, how must his sweet golden sister feel upon this day.

C'ryn was off in his own world at the moment, rushing to offer his support to Kiri; Aresoth had taken off from his ledge and moved towards the ledge of his golden sister.

My Dearest Sister, I hope you do not mind if I join you on this day. His touch to her mind was gently, though his own sadness was tinged as well. If she rebuffed him and turned him away, Aresoth would not begrudge her, he was sure she would prefer their green sister Monath to him, but he would try. Zenobiath was his best friend, his compatriot. While they may not view one another as anything but that or sister and brother, he still felt as close to her now, as he did upon their own hatching.