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Post by glamourie on Oct 24, 2008 7:27:43 GMT -5
"Curse her, curse her, curse her."
Pacing and muttering insults about Aslath's will not make you having to speak in front of the entire Weyr go away, Rysmine. You would probably do better to simply accept it and move on. Although, I must admit, your fussing is highly entertaining to watch.
Ka'rys shot a glare in the general direction of where Ciceroth was. It was very accusing look and meant to be; he found it highly annoying that his bronze took such a perverse delight in mocking him. Did Ciceroth not realize that people were not his specialty? Surely after so many Turns the bronze knew he was going to spend the entire feast wanting to rip his hair out? And all because Shmee was busy - something about S'rei or some such, he didn't know, he didn't care, all that mattered was that he got straddled having to - to - to talk in front of people. He grumbled, folding his arms over his chest in what was undeniably a recognizable pout. Not fair. If he hadn't known any better he'd have completely believed Shmee timed the entire thing on purpose as revenge for - for - well, for whatever she felt he deserved to be gotten back for. Wicked woman. Wicked, wicked woman.
But dwelling on his anger really wasn't going to take the problem away. He sniffed indignantly and ran one hand through his hair before leaning back against the far wall. The dining area was set up in typical feast fashion, with different tables arranged for convenience; a buffet-style table being quickly filled with salads, fruits and other 'cool' foods; another table with the still-steaming meat dishes in their silver pans, properly cooked vegetables and grains and loaves of bread hot from the kitchens, another table with refreshments varying from klah to fruit juice to water, and then a mostly-empty table that would doubtlessly house the desserts once they were finished cooking. As the Hatching had resulted in a few injuries and the death of a dragon, dinner was post-poned until slightly later date to give the new Weyrlings a chance to settle in. Just over a tenday, and late in the evening, but the sky was darkening and time for meals was coming.
Ka'rys was annoyed, and pointedly avoiding the crowds. He'd go to the table set up for ranking riders.. eventually... and probably sit as far from N'tia and Kaegan as humanly possible. Since S'rei and Shmee likely would not show up, that meant he'd probably.. be sitting on the far end alone. Not that he objected. The bronzerider snorted and picked at his sleeve before exhaling sharply. He did not like formal events. They required dealing with people and pretending to make nice as well as dressing up, though if Savitri didn't like the outfit he'd throttle her. He'd picked it out just for her - black slacks, dark brown tunic edged in lighter brown, and a high collar. Yes, she owed him. He grumbled and brought one hand to his face before sighing; too much stress. Shmee so owed him. The next time she tried to claim he didn't do anything he was going to shove her in the river.
Wait, ow. Ka'rys blinked twice then looked up to see a pair of green eyes staring at him accusingly and he scowled. "They let you out of the infirmary?"
"I snuck out," R'wign proclaimed brightly before leaning against the bronzerider. He ignored that Ka'rys tensed instantly and cocked his head to the side with an undeniably playful glint in his eyes; he found it very hard not to pick on the older man, mainly because he knew Ka'rys better than most. Not that that saved him from the verbal lashings the bronzerider so loved giving out, but - heh. His movements earned a glare and R'wign grinned cheekily. "Don't make me kick you again. Shouldn't you be acting Weyrleader-y and giving speeches or some such? I want my congratulations. Do we get Benden wine too? Because I want wine, too."
Don't do it, Rysmine, Ciceroth warned, picking up on the warning signs of his rider. Checkoth would not thank you for throwing His over a waterfall and you would miss your pet healer.
Grumbling (mainly because Ciceroth was right), Ka'rys shoved R'wign off of him and scowled. "Aberath did not maul you nearly well enough. Don't you have someone else to go harass? Any minute now people will be filtering in. I'm surprised at you - the dessert table will be filling up any time and you're not staking your claim," he muttered, ignoring the smirk R'wign offered him. Ridiculous child. How did he survive so long? Ka'rys felt certain it was a miracle no one had throttled him yet. "Is that hideous wench you call your female companion coming, or are you intending to spend the entire feast lurking around me determined to make my life miserable."
"The laaaaaaatter!"
"Shard it."
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Post by wirevix on Oct 24, 2008 13:40:45 GMT -5
K'iel didn't hardly need to get into the Feasting Hall before he knew he would not like this at all. He guessed they would frown on him bringing Qualuth with him and without the Blue walking calmly along at his side, he felt more nervous, jittery, and insecure than ever. He was totally dependent on the dragon for his own wellbeing now, and it really felt like as much.
Still, skipping it would probably get more attention than going. He would just tuck himself into a seat somewhere in the back and he was sure no one would even realize he was there, so everything would be fine. He would just sort of blend in. It would be okay.
He chanted that to himself over and over as he tried to figure out which table was for the new weyrlings to sit at. He was sure it was probably pretty obvious to anyone who wasn't more focused on not bolting out of the room than on finding a seat, but he felt overwhelmed, being without Qualuth again was almost as bad as before he'd bonded with him in the first place.
Of course, he'd no sooner thought that than Qualuth was right there in his mind. K'ielMine, you are fine. His young dragon's gentle, caring voice was enough to calm him down considerably and he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, eased a bit. Qualuth wasn't there beside him physically but he hadn't gone anywhere that K'iel couldn't reach. He could still talk with his dragon.
I don't like big bunches of people, he mumbled to the young Blue. Qualuth just replied with a sensation of gentle reassurance. He would be fine.
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Post by Avu on Oct 24, 2008 15:23:12 GMT -5
Tr'esn had quite seriously considered not coming to the feast and just remaining in the Weyrling Barracks, gazing at Oquith - but no. The boy sighed as he picked out the blandest clothes he had - quite a chore, not because his clothes were decorated, but because all he had were bland clothes. Oquith did not approve, naturally - Tr'esn was convinced that all females loved pretty clothes and his lovely Qui was no different. Well, she was asleep, luckily, curled up around some glittery stone she'd discovered in the corner of the wardrobe (why there was a stone there quite bewildered Tr'esn, but ah well). The boy jerked the pale tan tunic over his head, shaking out his curls to hide his face as he sought out some fresh pants of a white material, considered them, discarded them. He needed some dark material, just in case he dropped something on himself. Black. Yes, black would do...Tr'esn pulled the pants on, ran his hand through his hair, and peeked at Oquith. Still asleep? Oh, dear...that meant he had no excuse not to go. A pity, really.
The Greenweyrling preferred to go barefoot - nothing to blow his cover better than doing a faceplant in some cake - and left the Barracks, padding silently towards the Main Hall. He'd been there often enough, doing Chores - it would be just like that. Yes. That was good - at least he wouldn't get lost. But...then he'd show up on time. Tr'esn sighed, wrinkling his nose in quiet distaste as the hum of sound tugged at his hearing. Whoo, yay, Feast. He really was trying to be enthusiastic, but it was hard. He despised feasts or really anywhere where he was expected to mingle with people. Tr'esn really would much rather be in the kitchens at work - at least he wouldn't look lost and forlorn. The boy scowled, but instantly the outlook brightened when he felt Oquith stir in the back of his mind, wakening and poking blearily at him mentally. Where are you, Tr'esnmine? I have to go to the Hatching Feast, Qui...sorry I left you. Oh. That's all right. Have fun. Can I go back to sleep, or should I come down? I don't think they let dragons in, Qui. Just sleep. ...oh...okay... The words dropped off into sleep again, and Tr'esn, his stomach clenching nervously, entered the Hall.
The Sharding scents of a million things that smelled delicious, that Tr'esn had never gotten to taste, nearly knocked him over. Tr'esn nearly twitched as he gazed hungrily over the foods. But wait, could they eat yet? He would wait, let someone else take the first bite...and then he would grab some and recede to his corner again. That was good.
Meira, T'rid, and T'kal are here, too...just lurking. For time being. Feel free to poke any of them, I guess...?
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Post by reqqy on Oct 24, 2008 16:59:12 GMT -5
She was late, and, quite frankly, feeling rather the worse for wear. Enough so that she hardly looked her regular bubbly self, or even like she had expected there to be a feast. Dark rings graced her eyes, the woman's blonde curls only half-tamed into a messy bun. Her clothing was clean enough, but more the type she wore to work or drill in, and thrown on with a carelessness that was altogether unlike the Weyrlingmaster. Part of her appearance, however, could be explained by the babe she cradled in one arm, her son having attached himself to her other hand. In contrast, Miguel was outfitted in a simple, but clearly expensive suit of clothes, and his mother's hand could be seen in the neatly combed hair and the face scrubbed clean of dirt.
All in all, Lauranna was very much tired of all these men falling sick! Bad enough F'rah, leaving her to shoulder a much larger workload than she'd expected - and to fuss over him. But S'rei's sudden illness was at least as distressing, particularly considering Shmee's first response was to leave Shei with Laurie. The greenrider was more than happy to look after her little niece under normal circumstances; this was not one of those.
She felt a tug on her hand as Miguel immediately detached himself upon seeing Ka'rys, the tyke skittering between moving bodies and flinging himself at the Weyrleader's leg, which he clung to with a little giggle. "Rys!" He pulled back with a pout that had his mother written all over it, the pretty blues gathering with moisture. "Bad Rys. Why you been gone?"
Laurie swept in a moment later, her hand falling on the little black head. "Now Miguel. Remember what we said? Rys is the 'big man.' He can't come and play all the time because -" "very bizzy c'rrecting auntie's 'stakes," Miguel supplied, with the air of someone who had heard this explanation many, many times. "That's right." The Weyrlingmaster pushed hair from her eyes and gave Ka'rys an apologetic smile. "He's really taken with you," she offered, punctuating the words with a mild shrug before smiling tiredly at R'wign. "You seem in a pleasant enough mood. How is Checkoth doing?"
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M'ta trailed a good distance behind Z'hin who hadn't - fortunately enough - seen him as of yet. The brownweyrling had been scolded into coming by Behruth, whom he suspected would be out of their room and visiting all the other dragons the moment he left; the brown was such a sociable creature. In general, he wasn't particularly happy to be here. The last time he'd come to a Hatching Feast - the first and only time - it had been with Z'hin. Tonight he was alone. Alone, and unarmed. The crazy brown he'd Impressed had decided that M'ta's 'pointed shinies' should become part of his collection, and the young man had to promise the brown he could keep them when Behruth was in the barracks in order to get at them long enough to secure the blades in their sheathes so the hatchling wouldn't hurt himself. Which meant he was wandering around in a huge crowd of people effectively naked. Not his favorite pasttime.
Behruth had also impressed upon him the wine-red tunic he now wore, fitted and piped with gold. 'Shiny thread' as Behruth called it. It didn't seem to matter how much M'ta tried to explain that he didn't wear these things (the brown of course could hardly understand that, seeing as how he obviously had these clothes on hand!), the hatchling was insistent. Thus he yielded. M'ta always seemed to yield where Behruth was concerned, the sharding beast. Even in his mind, though, the thought was completely devoid of ire. Rubbing lightly at one bare arm, he cast about for anyone familiar and somewhat tolerable. R'wign he didn't mind - fortunately enough, given he had to room with him - but the other weyrling was in the company of the loud, exciteable Weyrlingmaster and Ka'rys. Definitely not going there.
He remained just inside the doorway, looking decidedly lost - and, for all his mental griping, a good deal more presentable and approachable than normal, what with the lack of blades crossing his chest and the rich colors Behruth had picked out for him. Even the crude, handmade necklace composed of the fragments from Behruth's shell couldn't detract from it. In truth, it added a touch of sentimentality for any who knew the story - which was probably a far greater number than M'ta would have been comfortable with.
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Post by Tashe on Oct 24, 2008 19:53:05 GMT -5
The hatching feast was supposed to be fun and joyous, a celebration for the Baby Dragon's and their Riders, and usually there wasn't more than one morose soul wondering about. Unfortunately, the status quo for that feeling was filled to the brink, their leader being the Mother's rider herself. Even though she truly was happy for those who Impressed Millieth's children, Kaegan couldn't help but worry about one of her oldest Selenitas friends. Shifting in place so that her dress fluttered against her leg, the Weyrwoman sighed before entering the Feasting Hall, glancing up as she entered to take note of who all was already there. Lauranna, great. Just what she needed, to break the news of her Weyrmate's condition to her and be the bad guy for spoiling her cheer. Maybe it would be best just to inform her after the Dinner, but then again, it might be the worst idea possible. It could possibly lead to the Greenrider hating her for not telling her... then again, if she explained that the Brownrider didn't want her to tell her afterward, then maybe she wouldn't be very mad. Telling Gina had been bad enough and she was only his cousin, but telling the woman who he shared a good portion of his life with? Though when she bumped into F'con, he seemed oddly alright with it, not worried like the younger Greenrider had been. She hated baring bad news, it was a horrible part of her job, and part of her wished someone else had been talking to the Weyrlingmaster when he had collapsed.
Lifting the hem of her green dress, Kaegan sullenly skirted the group that held the Weyrleader, Lauranna and R'wign, pretending that if she put enough distance between them before sliding into her seat they wouldn't notice her. All she wanted to do was get to her seat at the Leader's table and think through what she was going to do, rather than be risky and sidle up to Laurie right now and tell her. Drat. Why did he have to go and get sick like this.
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"I really should go see..."
"Uh. No. He's in the 'ands of the Healers. Perk up Greenie, if we know 'im, he'll be good as new lickity split. We left Argyle and Zor there, if something happens, whether it be good or bad, we'll know. So, try and enjoy yourself, so I don't have to." Perking an eyebrow at Gina as the girl chewed on her bottom lip, Saraina scooted her forward with a pat on the back, normally she wasn't this nice to her friend. The main reason she was, was that she had been F'rah's apprentice for months before Hokth came along, he'd been like a father to her... a patient, frustrating father who wouldn't get mad at her no matter how many times she had turned up with stolen items. Smirking as she remembered how angry /she'd/ get at the Weyrlingmaster for not getting mad at her, the Bluerider straightened her tunic before following Gina into the Hall. It was an odd chance of fate that their outfits contained the same colors, the Greenrider wearing a Burgundy dress and Sara wearing a slightly darker Wine with black slacks, but then again they were close enough friends that it was perfectly acceptable.
Lifting her Black pauper's cap to fix her bangs, the young Rider still couldn't get over how short her hair was, it was such a drastic change from her long straight hair. Short and choppy, all Saraina had to do was mess it up to make it look feathery and spiky, it was great since she usually preferred to just roll out of bed. Ruffling her hair with one of her hands, the young woman replaced her cap and stuck her hands in her pocket, grimacing as Scipio climbed up her arm to growl in her ear. Apparently she had disturbed his sleep, even though she had warned him not to sleep in her trousers. "S'your fault."
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*F'con will trundle in a bit later, and E'rro is on Infirm Duty*
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Post by Avu on Oct 25, 2008 11:28:31 GMT -5
"Didn't I already tell you? You're not coming if I have to lock you in my trunk!" Winged bluestupid goes? Stupid demanded, shooting a glare at Mir, who eyed the brown 'mandyr with silent condescension. T'rid shook his head distractedly as he riffled through his wardrobe, trying to find something suitable for the Hatching Feast. "Umm, no, Mir's not coming either...Corinth! Have you seen that shirt? You know, the dark brown one with bronze trim?" Come, little one...I'll name the greens of the Weyr so you can - what? Your shirt? Um, no. Check the wardrobe? "What do you think I'm doing? And come to that, what do you think you're doing? Tell me you're not encouraging Stupid's love of little green dragons!" Never mind that...the very bottom, I mean. Like, under all your other useless junk that you never wear. "Whatever. I'll worry about that later - ah! Got it!" The Bronzerider held up said shirt triumphantly, running a critical eye over it before he pulled it over his head and let it drop over his chest. The bronze thread was not, perhaps, as noticeable against the dark brown fabric as gold might be, but quite honestly T'rid didn't need to be all that shiny and the dulled golden-bronze presented a nice change from all that gold thread. He'd get a Sharding headache looking at all of it. Are you going now? "Good guess. Bye, Corinth! Don't let Stupid ear Mir, or vice versa!" A scoff was the only reply as T'rid hopped into tan trousers and fairly bolted for the door.
He was still doing up his belt as he ran down the steps, each jolt of the stairs making the tongue of the belt jab his thumb. Ouch - ouch - ouch - ouch - What the Shards are you /doing/? Ouch - belt - ouch - ouch - stairs - SHARDIT! T'rid skidded to a stop, jamming the tongue into one of the belt holes and then slowing his pace considerably as he headed for the Main Hall, Corinth chortling in amusement. I love how strong you are, Ridmine! Able to hurt yourself with a belt. Thanks for that moral support. I really appreciate it, y'know? A snicker was the only reply as the Main Hall loomed ahead and T'rid skidded to a stop, taking a moment to tug his tunic straight, glancing down at himself to make sure nothing was too askew. All good. Kind of. He paused for a breathless moment as he ran his hand through his hair, considerably messing it up further - whether or not he'd intended this was anybody's guess, but the motion certainly didn't suggest in the slightest he was attempting to tame his hair.
Now, then...he entered the Main Hall, which was rather lacking considering he'd expected it to be overflowing. T'rid narrowed his eyes as his gaze flickered around the Feast, resting briefly on the food before moving on in a show of disinterest. His hazel eyes rested longer, more thoughtfully, on Laurie - she didn't look too peppy, did she? (Yes, he was a master of understatement when he wanted to be.) Give her a break - Salenth's is sick, isn't he? Aren't they clutchsiblings? ...of sorts. Perhaps you should visit Salenth's. .../why/? He would appreciate it.[/i] T'rid couldn't repress the snort as he wandered towards the tables, gaze raking over the food briefly before he claimed a seat. Appreciate the chance to snark at me for something about Wing Drills? Probably. You realize he most likely hates me, yes? I mean, seriously. Whatever. I'm sure he'd appreciate the...erm, gesture? Yeah, sure. Like you said, 'whatever'.
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Had it not been for Zesa's warmth cuddled against the crook of her neck, Meira would have turned around and went right back to the infirmary. At least she had things to do there - right about now, the Wherling was wondering why she'd even come. She'd heard about the Impressions - first Impression had gone to Mutasim - no. M'ta. A brown; that was good - and then Ferneth - argh. F'neth - had Impressed a blue, as had Raila. So who would she congratulate? Frankly, that was beyond her - and that wasn't even considering the antagonism between Raila and M'ta - and possibly M'ta and F'neth. Shardit, life was difficult. She twitched the dress robes she wore nervously. Their surprising shade of lilac, darker blue trim lining the edges, were not comfortable colors - she much preferred blander, more melt-into-the-background clothes - but this was an ocassion to be remembered. Meira had even gone so far as to re-oil Zesa (highly unnecessary, since the queen's naturally vivid hide was already positively sparkling).
She was still trying to think of exactly whom she ought to seek out first as she approached the Main Hall. Raila she hadn't seen lately at all; M'ta she hadn't seen either; F'neth she was possibly closest to - Shardit, this was scorching difficult. The girl ran a distracted hand through her hair, frowning slightly as she wandered into the Feasting Hall - and abruptly, her choice was made for her. Meira had been honestly expecting everyone to be talking, with friends; she had been quite prepared to lurk and wait while conversations idled before offering her own congratulations - despite that they'd probably go stale by the time she'd managed to reach anybody. But M'ta was just - standing there, looking rather lost. Lost, when he'd just Impressed? He didn't look half as liable to kill as he had before, either - lack of knives, for one thing, not to mention that whole bewildered look.
The proper thing to do was hug, but honestly, Meira had had quite enough intimacy, thank you (and she doubted Muta - Shardit, M'ta - was the type to very much enjoy being hugged at random). Zesa offered a soft fluting call to catch his - and anyone in the vicinity unused to a flitter's call - attention as Meira approached, slightly hesitantly, touching M'ta's arm just in case he hadn't heard Zesa or had ignored her - offering him a slightly questioning smile as she tilted her head towards the many tables of food waiting to be served. "You aren't going to go eat anything?" she queried. "I thought all new Bonded pairs were supposed to be ravenous. Congratulations, what's your dragon's name?" she added curiously, tilting her head slightly to one side.[/size]
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Post by morgan on Oct 25, 2008 19:25:01 GMT -5
Ani walked somewhat sullenly to the Feasting hall. No dragon had found her, this time. She should probably have tried harder, with the kind thoughts and all, but she knew that a dragon would find her when it was conveniant. She didn't want to ruin her chances for a perfect Bandmate. She'd wait.
She took a spot near the end of the room, farthest from the Head Table. Hearing anythong would be hard from there but she decided it was better than picking over reheated leftovers. It looked to her like she'd be picking it over, anyways. It was still better than nothing.
She broke open a piece of bread and inhaled. It smelled delicious. She was about to take a bite when a fight broke out at the weyrbrat table. She sighed, remembering an occasion when she had been taken as too young to be a candidate and made to sit there during a feast.
She took a bite of the warm bread and nearly melted. Much better than everyday food.
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Post by glamourie on Oct 26, 2008 12:36:51 GMT -5
Ka'rys blinked and flinched at the sound of his name being called out, then looked around, only to spy a child toddling toward him. His eyebrows quirked as his leg was seized and he dropped down to crouch with no hesitation whatsoever. Out the corner of his eye he could spy Lauranna approaching and he could just guess at the puzzled expression playing over Rawign -- no, R'wign now -- but he did not speak to either of them right off the bat. Instead, his hands came to rest gently on Miguel's shoulders, meant to be reassuring, and his scowl was replaced by a slight smile that was barely tarnished by the anxiety he felt. The toddler was an excellent distraction to the racing thoughts tearing apart his resolution far more efficiently than Thread through a northern rainforest. Everyone had their little quirks, their little fears and speaking in front of crowds was definitely Ka'rys's. How, exactly, had he managed to Impress a bronze? Nyerrggh. He smiled at Miguel apologetically and poked the little boy on the end of his nose. Gentle, affectionate; it was fairly obvious even to the most unobservant of views that Ka'rys very much liked Lauranna's son.
Glancing up at the greenrider as she explained his 'absence', Ka'rys nodded, then turned his attention right back to Miguel. "That's right. Busy-busy, but I'm sorry just the same. Can you ever forgive me, Miguel?" he asked with a feigned frown. "How 'bout I make it up to you? You and your mama should sit up with me during the feast, and you can tell me all about everything you've been doing lately. I'm sure you've got lots of adventures to share, and I'd hate to miss out. I don't have any company anyway, and I don't really want to eat all alone. See, I have to give a speeeeech today." He nodded seriously before glancing halfway at Laurie and R'wign, then whispered loudly and conspiratorially to the two-turn-old, "And see, I'm not too good at speeches and talking in front of crowds makes me very nervous. Auntie's busy with -- daddy? --" He glanced up at Laurie again for confirmation. "-- so I have to give the speech like her. You think I'll do okay?"
R'wign was clearly bemused by the bronzerider's sudden show of affection, and it showed on his features. He'd never had the pleasure of seeing him with children before, but doing so made R'wign conclude that Ka'rys was completely, utterly mad. To anyone else he acted like such a stubborn jerk, yet to the child, he was... randomly kind? Ridiculous, it was - totally ridiculous. R'wign exhaled sharply, then looked back at Lauranna as she spoke to him.
"Checkoth is fine," he said amiably. "He's asleep right now. He sleeps most of the time, in between eating and outgrowing his hide." He made a vague motion of dismissal, though mainly his awkwardness at talking about him was because Checkoth was still so - well, new. He was irrationally possessive of the little brown and did not like talking about him to others. He wanted to hide him away and keep him all to himself, a very impractical idea, but real nonetheless. His little brown. He was fairly sure part of that was insecurity, as he still felt like he was going to wake up and find he'd been knocked sailing by Aberath rather than just clawed up and sat on by the tubbo dragon. He was .. clinging to his dream-like state and if it was so, he honestly did not want to wake up. Still - he was being silly. He knew he was being silly. Fortunately for him, Checkoth really was sound asleep, probably climbing onto his cot as if he owned it. He'd come back to his half of the barracks room in a total disarray, if he knew that brown at all.
Curious, the healer folded his arms behind his back and rocked on his heels before asking very softly, "How are F'rah and S'rei?" He hadn't seen them since the morning shift, so it seemed only right to ask. From Laurie's state, he was guessing not good, but it was only appropriate to ask. But! Curses. She was distracting him from torturing Ka'rys. Oh, but he had blackmail material in the absolute finest, so... maybe... maybe he'd be able to get at the bronzerider later. After all, he doubted Ka'rys wanted the entire Weyr to know how much he clearly liked kids.
Oblivious (thankfully) to R'wign's plotting, Ka'rys glanced up at Laurie. People were filtering in and soon the main hall would be crammed full of everyone trying to scarf down food. Lovely. He really ought to have gotten out of the way, which meant... going to the table in the front. "Are you up to sitting at the front, Weyrlingmaster, or shall I just follow you around and sit wherever you happen to end up? I've decided to make it my mission to follow Miguel around all day," he teased, glancing at the little boy. He really was cute, but Ka'rys had other reasons for offering. Laurie had Shei, which meant watching both children was going to be hard on her; maybe he could make it easier by distracting the toddler. He seemed content enough to talk to him, after all. "We have much catching up to do, don't we? I have so much to share with you, too."
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Post by shadowreine on Oct 26, 2008 13:54:56 GMT -5
Keloran did not want to be here. He had had no intention of going to the feast.
Happy faces. Celebration. They were celebrating his failure. But his father had made it very clear.
His son would go. His son would not hide from the Weyr. So, yes, Keloran was present, dressed in somber, dark colors...not for some kind of mourning, but because the outfit looked good on him.
Was he enjoying himself? No. He was, in fact, being the classic wallflower, sitting in a corner with a plate full of food and trying his best not to watch what was going on. Maybe he could get away with leaving early.
He had, after all, no reason to party. The feeling that his life was over was growing, not diminishing. He was and meant nothing. He knew that now...
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Post by ladybug on Oct 26, 2008 17:31:13 GMT -5
Time and time again, Alifyr had been told he might be left standing. It sometimes took many standings for a dragon to choose you. That's what he kept reminding himself. Still, it was hard not to feel disappointment. After weeks of waiting, he had been let down. No dragon for him today. Instead, it would be more chores and lessons until the next Gold rose and a clutch was laid.
His stomach rumbled, reminding him why he was here. He filled up a generous plate of food. He might as well take advantage of the good feast food. With his plate full, he searched for a seat and saw Keloran, one of the other candidates who had been left standing, sitting all by himself in the corner.
"Misery loves company, right?" He asked dryly as he joined the other candidate, managing a half-hearted smile. "At least neither of us were the only one left standing."
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Rilyer yawned. He wasn't used to being up at this time of day, but he did not want to miss a party. He was dressed in his good Gather clothes, and he was smiling broadly despite the tired look around his eyes. It had been a good Hatching, besides that one betweening. Those two brats he had chores with had even Impressed, one to a bronze. Maybe he'd congratulate them later.
"Awake!" Insomnia trilled from her spot on his shoulder. Rilyer rolled his eyes. "That I am, genius."
For now, he needed breakfast, er, dinner..whatever it was. His stomach was complaining about the strange hours. He got a few slices of wherry and some bread, and then spotted an empty seat beside a rather pretty young woman, probably a leftover candidate. Insomnia stole a piece of wherry meat off of his plate as he walked to the table.
"Mind if I join you?" He asked Aniqa. Without waiting for an answer, he plopped his plate down and sat in the seat across from her, grinning. "I'm Rilyer, handler of brown Rilysk. So you didn't Impress? Sorry about that."
"Awake!" Insomnia added solemnly.
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Post by shadowreine on Oct 26, 2008 20:23:55 GMT -5
Keloran slowly shook his head. "I wasn't even going to come, but...I suppose I should put a brave face on things."
That was what it was about. Being brave, even if one didn't want to be. Except, this was stupid. He'd face mortal danger more readily than a room full of celebrating people.
"Meh. I'm going to sneak out early unless something interesting happens or a certain Harper plays." There were one or two he would stick around to listen to, but as of right now...
He had no reason to be here, and right now, here encompassed all of Selenitas. He hated his life, and he saw no better one. Somebody needed to slap him and get him to buck up. He even, at some levels, knew it.
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Post by reqqy on Oct 26, 2008 22:18:24 GMT -5
Miguel's small face screwed up in a look of concentration that struggled admirably to look older than his age. He drew himself up very, very seriously, and looked Ka'rys in the eye. "I dunno..." he began, drawing out the word. Laurie was shaking her head and smiling behind him. Oh dear. His mother's son, certainly. "Sit with Rys all night?" he questioned solemnly. "Rys not run offt? Many, many 'ventures. Twill take all night," he insisted. He watched Ka'rys closely, a frown on his lips. Speech? It must be something very scary, if it scared Rys. Miguel reached out and caught the Weyrleader's hand - as much of it as he could manage to capture in his small fingers - and smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. "I help? Rys'll do great! I'll help! We make biggest, bestest speech. Everyone say so. You'll see!" Miguel beamed up at his favorite big person friend.
Tired as she was, Lauranna couldn't help but smile. Ka'rys was very good with her son. She nodded a yes to 'daddy,' one of Miguel's odd quirks. He called F'rah Rah, just like his mother, but S'rei was 'daddy.' Laurie figured there was no harm done, and didn't bother to correct the lad. She chuckled politely at R'wign, attempting to be social despite her general lack of interest tonight. No sense in acting all mopey on what should be a joyous occasion. No sense at all.
Shei shifted in her arm and let out a quiet, ornery mewl, presaging a far lustier scream if she went ignored. Lauranna responded without a thought, cooing to her niece and bouncing her lightly. Her eyes flicked to R'wign, and she shook her head, trying to avoid the tears that wanted to creep into her eyes. Her weyrmate and her brother were both in the infirmary, and she had to put on a brave face and pretend everything was all right. The greenrider steeled herself and graced the weyrling with a shaky smile. "They're...alive. My brother's fighting a fever, and F'rah isn't faring much better - though I hardly had a chance to see him before coming." She set her jaw, then. "But they'll be fine. Strong, foolish men, they both are. An illness won't down them."
Of course R'wign had a better idea of how they were doing than she did, but Laurie couldn't entertain any other outcome. She just couldn't.
Miguel's tug on her sleeve had Lauranna looking down, just in time for Ka'rys's words. She glanced in the direction in which Miguel was looking, toward the head table. Not trusting herself to speak of a sudden, as she hadn't been to a feast without F'rah in quite awhile, Lauranna merely nodded at his words. The woman was thankful to Ka'rys. Regardless of his reasons, it would make it easier to have someone who could distract and entertain Miguel so easily. Laurie hardly felt up to the task at the moment.
The toddler flicked a brief glance at Ka'rys, but his attention had been captured elsewhere, and he suddenly plunged into the thickening crowd, his odd gait at the mildly twisted leg hardly noticeable - particularly in the press. Laurie flashed Ka'rys an apologetic smile and started after her son. Miguel made a beeline for the table and the pretty, pretty woman there. He tugged at the light green fabric urgently, looking up at Kaegan with wide eyes. "Who you? I'm Miguel," he stated, cheerfully.
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M'ta was just contemplating the food, thinking that he was inordinately hungry - maybe even enough to brave passing near Ka'rys and Lauranna - when the sound of a flit caught his attention. He was already turning to look as Meira's hand brushed his arm. The weyrling instinctively flinched back, then stilled when he noted who it was. In stark contrast to his jumpiness, a genuine smile came to his face. "Meira!"
Someone he actually knew and could stand for more than a few moments. It was such a relief that he actually did something rather out of character, catching her wrist and pulling her close into his side. "That color suits you," he commented, brightly. Okay, so his mood might have something to do with Behruth's perpetual bounciness. "I'll admit, I was a little sad when you Impressed, selfishly. You were missed." His smile never wavered. "But I'm sure you can hardly regret Meisk any more than I do Behruth. That's his name. Behruth. Oh, and you can kick me for being selfish whenever you want, just so long as you don't break anything," he added, with a laugh.
Loosening his hold on her wrist, his hand slid up to her elbow, and he nodded toward the table laden with food. "The Weyrlingmaster and Weyrleader are over there," he told her conspiratorially. "She's so cheerful it's sickening, and he's...well, I'm not big on hanging around the higher ups. If you'll come with me, though, maybe I can pretend they're not there? What do you say?" He fiddled absently with the strung shell shards around his neck, casting a lingering glance in the Weyrleader's direction.
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Post by archenstone on Oct 26, 2008 23:42:40 GMT -5
Finally, Kalina was entering the hall. She had a sharding of a time getting Uminth calmed enough to go calmly through the passage ways of busy people and into an even busier hall. The hall was rather big at least. As the nervous hatchling entered it she felt a little better. Uminth was beginning to cheer up and all the people and hatchlings where a wonderful distraction from the ever pressing walls. See? Not so bad now that where here. Kalina told her as her hand gave Uminth a quick rub. Uminth agreed and began to look around. Come KaliMine! Lets go get food and talk to friends. Uminth said as she made her way through people. Kalina followed, glad that the discomfort Uminth has is fading for now. She notices are few people she has met, like Lauranna and and M'ta and a few others. She's too busy following Uminth to the table to stop.
Trying to navigate her way in the long dark blue skirt was aggravating. The matching blouse was at least comfortable. Uminth was it really necessary to dress up? I mean...its just a feast. I'd have been fine with a pair of pants...
Not true KaliMine! And a deals a deal! I went through the cramping halls and you have to wear that! Besides...do you see any females with out dresses? I see female dragons with out dresses does that count? NOooooo! They don't need to! Now stop complaining about your pretty clothes and sit. So Kalina sat. Uminth reached over and nuzzle her braid. Pretty purples...will you make me one? Of course Uminth...what ever you want I'll make.
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Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Oct 27, 2008 18:48:18 GMT -5
"No. No... Dash go with Azaran, I need you to get pretty purple thing." Purple Prettypretty thing! Thing with sparkle rope? "Yes, the thing with the sparkle rope, the thing that goes around my neck." Right. Prettypretty Purple Sparkle Rope. Byebye Beautiful! Watching as her Brown 'mandyr skittered down her arm to the Flitter, giving him a snap before letting himself be lifted up and taken away, looking as eager as ever to make her happy. The two males might dislike each other with a rival's passion, they would often work together if it had to do with Kaegan, Azaran had lived with her through part of her stay at Benden and Dash had arrived right after the Benden attack. Both males had suffered through her despair and fear, neither one wanted to feel like that through their bond again.
"Who you? I'm Miguel."
Shifting slightly as the hem of her dress started to dance, Kaegan filtered a smile onto her face, the little boy looked quite adorable with the look that was blatantly written across his face. "Hello. I'm Kaegan, I ride Gold Millieth." Miguel, Lauranna's child? It sounded right, and when she caught sight of the Greenrider detaching herself from the group, it pretty much confirmed it. "Are you excited for the feast? You're looking mighty happy." /Mine... Miiine./ What? /Tomorrow can you give me a bath?/ Sure, why not. As soon as I've made sure there isn't work I need to do. /Fine... oh. The Bug and the Pest say they can't find your necklace and are coming back./ Thanks.
Looking to the side as her Bronze appeared next to her on the table, Kaegan held out a hand for the Mandyr to climb up her arm, waiting until he had settled himself before she let Azzie do the same. We Bad. No sparkly. Beautiful sorry. "Its fine Dash, next time I'll remember to bring it... Look, this is Miguel, say hello to him boys." Giving the toddler a smile as both of her pets trilled a greeting, Kaegan felt the Brown burrow into her high collar, his cold body pressing against her warm neck.
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Twisting around in her chair with a certain sense of boredom, Saraina eyed the growing crowd with only a sliver of interest. Happy people everywhere, well, save for the forlorn looking Candidates who hadn't impressed during the hatching. Sorry little picks the lot o' them. /They are just sad that they could not be like us./ Tch. Well they better get their heads out of their bums. Not goin' to be much use the way they're moping 'bout, bet some of them thought they were goin' to Impress the first time around. /Maybe you should be a little kinder to them./ Did I just hear you correctly? You, Hokth, saying that? /Think about how you'd feel if I had chosen someone else. And anyways Rainmine, you and Dasmonth's Impressed on your first standing./ Well you didn't, and that doesn't matter. I was ready to accept having to stand for a while if I had to, like M'ta or R'wign. Rolling her eyes at the mental pull between them, Saraina let her attention wonder over to the lone lurkers of the hall, a smirk spreading across her face as she recognized one of them. "Be right back Greenie, I need to fetch somethin'."
"Hey! Saraina!"
Swinging her leg around the chair, since she was straddling it backward, the Bluerider hopped out around the table before starting for the Brownrider in question. She moved toward the boy every time he looked away, intent on appearing like she had popped out of nowhere. Slowly making her way through the growing populace, Saraina finally stalked up to the young man, grabbing at his shoulder with her hand. "You're lookin' rather lonely, T'kal. Come be awkward with Me 'n' Gina, so you don't 'ave to be awkward all by your lonesome."
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Post by wirevix on Oct 27, 2008 20:53:06 GMT -5
K'iel glanced around the room slowly as it filled up with people. Most of them he still didn't really know. He'd avoided socializing and so the only people he really recognized were the few that he'd had no choice but to see around now and again.
The first person he saw that he actually, honestly recognized was Tr'esn, and so that was the way he finally chose to head. Tr'esn looked about as uncomfortable here as he did, really, if maybe not for the same reason.
"Hi," he greeted softly, waving a little as he approached Oquith's bonded. Qualuth was still so very insistent that he be best of friends with his sisters' bondmates, so he was going to at least try. He blushed faintly, looking down at the floor after his greeting. "Umn... heh. I guess you don't really like the crowds any more than I do, huh?"
Well, wasn't that just terribly lame. He doubted he could have thought a single stupider thing to say but it didn't really matter, he was just glad that he wasn't standing out there lost amongst the sea of people any longer. Far too intimidating, really, and he found he preferred having someone to stand beside so he looked a little less out of place. He would rather it be Qualuth but there was no way the Blue would have got in here anyway, there just wasn't enough space for hatchlings to be wandering around, even if they were sleeker ones like Qual.
Which made him slightly amused that someone else was trying to squeeze their own dragon in, it was a bit of a ridiculous sight over all. He shook his head a little at it.
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