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Post by Avu on Oct 28, 2008 14:44:50 GMT -5
Meira
His reaction to the simple brush of her fingers was surprising; Meira instinctively drew back, too, mimicking M'ta's motion, until he smiled, clearly sincere, uttering her name. Well, didn't he seem cheerful? That thought was only elevated as he caught her wrist and drew her towards him in a half-hug, Meira blinking in surprise at the gesture, although his apparent happiness was contagious and she found herself smiling, too, amused. "Thanks," she replied automatically at his compliment, although a slight laugh was hidden in her tone, her eyes sweeping over M'ta's outfit almost as a reaction to his words. A tunic, the color of red wine, with gold threads (and again, the conspicious lack of knives). "You look good, yourself," she offered, raising one eyebrow slightly. Very different from his normal - or rather, what she presumed to be his normal - choice, wasn't it?
Meira's eyebrow inched slightly towards her hairline, the smile growing as M'ta barreled on. Sad when she Impressed, because he'd missed her? Odd logic; it wasn't as if they'd never see each other again - but it was nice to know she'd been missed, despite the rather odd phrasing M'ta had chosen to insert it in. "Um, thank you, I think?" Now there was a definite hint of laughter lurking behind the words. She couldn't blame M'ta for being cheerful, due to the Impression, but - he seemed completely delighted. No, she definitely didn't regret Meisk. Or Zesa, come to that. The gold flitter had swapped shoulders when M'ta had first initiated contact and was peering curiously at the boy, although she uttered no sound. Did he mean he regretted Behruth? The wherling opened her mouth to ask, but already M'ta had swapped back onto the first topic. Kick him? "Don't worry, I wasn't planning on it," she assured him wryly. She really wasn't much for kicking people she enjoyed the company of.
Biting back a chuckle at his words, Meira followed his gaze towards said table. They certainly knew how to put together a feast, didn't they? "You're not exactly grumpy tonight either," she pointed out, although her eyes lingered on the Weyrlingmaster and the Weyrleader curiously. Wasn't it the Weyrlingmaster's brother currently in the infirmary...? Dispersing the thoughts, Meira shrugged. "Sure, I'll come," she agreed, shrugging. She had nothing else to do, really. And besides, she did have to feed Zesa and she didn't see how she'd do that without getting close to the tables. The queen hummed, the sound nearly imperceptible, as the thought flicked through her mind. Meira paused briefly, considering M'ta before she spoke. "So - what's Behruth like?" And then, noticing the necklace he was playing with: "You made that? It's lovely."
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T'kal
T'kal hadn't meant to come. He still didn't really have a great number of friends - except perhaps the few who had come from High Reaches with him - but he hadn't seen them; E'yan - but neither had he seen the Harper; possibly Saraina - but then, when he'd arrived, she'd been talking to another woman, and he was loathe to interrupt them. His problems weren't her problems, after all. Can I come back, please? he muttered at Leweleth. Like many of the rejected Candidates, the Brownrider had dragged a chair against the wall, trying his best to melt into the background as he nibbled on something - what it was didn't really register, except that it tasted good. No. I told you, you should make friends. The Feast is a /great/ opportunity to do that. There'll be lots of people there. T'kal's bright amber eyes were tight as he let them wander over the assorted people - Riders, new Weyrlings, rejected Candidates...was that the Weyrleader? There already /are/ a lot of people. /Too many/ people, Leweleth. I hate seeing you lonely, Kalmine. Please can't you try to make friends? Leweleth really did sound anxious. T'kal shrugged, sighing as he swallowed a bite of what he was holding, only now dropping his gaze to it. A lump of some kind of nut bread. Lovely.
The Brownrider pressed his back against the wall absently, critically gazing down at himself. A white-tan tunic, light to the point of being considered completely white, with a dark brown belt looped lightly around his midriff, matching the darker brown trousers. Not particularly engaging, especially since his tunic was stitched not in the gold that so many people seemed to prefer, but a dark brown thread that matched Leweleth's hide. Yes, he'd gone to great trouble finding the exact shade, although the dark rich shade might not be considered pretty by all. T'kal was satisfied - but then, the young man didn't particularly care either way about his clothing, so it wasn't hard to satisfy him.
So lost was he in thoughts about how soon he ought to beat a fast retreat to his Weyr was T'kal that the Brownrider, usually quite keen, failed to notice a certain Bluerider sneaking up until his shoulder was seized. Eyes widening in shock, T'kal's head jerked around, nearly dropping the bite that remained of the bread. "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." T'kal blinked, surprised. Hadn't Saraina just been talking to - ? Gina. Gina? Was that her name, Gina, that Greenrider? You see, T'kalmine, it was only a matter of time. Uhhh.[/i] T'kal blinked again, all eloquence.
"Well, I see how you made a good thief," he muttered at last, pitifully late as he popped the last bite of bread into his mouth. "Umm, that's...generous of you? Sure, I guess." Eh, why not. It would make at least Leweleth happy. And T'kal did need to renew whatever relationships he might have once had anyways.
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Tr'esn
Qui was awake again. Tr'esn could feel the green dragon stirring as he slunk towards the tables, his eyes clearly hungry. Tr'esnmine? Why are you thinking about eating vegetables? Oquith mumbled sleepily. Vegetables can be good, Qui. To humans, anyway. Tr'esn picked up a bowl at random, his eyes, flicking nervously around, clearly indicating that he was waiting to be corrected, and ladeled stew of some kind into it, adding a hunk of bread. Now, where in Faranth's name was he supposed to sit? Not anywhere - clearly there was a table for ranking Riders - so was there a specific table for new Weyrlings too? The thought made Tr'esn start to worry all over again. What if he sat somewhere wrong? He'd absolutely die if he was yelled at here, in public...
Best thing seemed to be to find one of the new Weyrlings and just sit with them. Yes, that was a good idea. Why don't you sit with Qualuth's or Wymeth's? We can all be friends, Oquith suggested, clear delight in her tone. Sounds...fine... Tr'esn agreed weakly, his gaze searching the Main Hall and settling on K'iel. Better K'iel than the girl - what was her name? Vashti? Vashickolessotelti, or something like that, Oquith informed him serenely. What? ...how did you remember that? She is important to Wymeth-love, so I remember,[/color] Oquith answered, sounding completely matter-of-fact. But K'iel is good too, he's Qualuth's.
Tr'esn shrugged mildly at the green's logic as he glanced around again - only to jolt forward in nervous surprise as a familiar voice sounded behind him. Funny, but yes, he did seem to count K'iel as familiar now - it seemed he knew him well already. You do, because I know Qualuth, Oquith offered happily, although the logic really didn't make very much sense. The Greenweyrling dropped his gaze as he swiveled to K'iel, smiling warily. "Hi," he responded automatically, and then the polite smile flickered into something a little more, his large, pale gray eyes sparkling with a brief moment of humor. "I prefer to be alone mostly. It's really awkward standing here, alone," he admitted with a slight shrug, and then, after a hesitant moment, turned his gaze away from the Blueweyrling to the tables, searching along them. "D - d'you want to get some food and sit down, maybe?" Tr'esn offered shyly. "The food's pretty good..."
As he waited for a reply, miserable though he was at the thought of being rejected, Tr'esn's eyes were wandering over the hall again; he was trying to avoid K'iel's eyes and ignore the flush that had mounted in his cheeks. Tr'esn simply wasn't any good meeting new people. His brow furrowed in confusion as he caught sight of a green hatchling, wandering with Hers nearby. Why was she here? I thought dragons weren't allowed in. Or maybe Clutchmothermine would've liked to come, Oquith said, confusion lacing her mental tones as she snagged the mental image from Tr'esn, who had not yet learned to block out the green - nor did he have any intention of learning. I dunno, Qui...
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T'rid
No. Oh, go on. I /told/ you, /no/, and that's /not/ going to /change/, Shardit... Another argument, as was normal for the Bronzepair. T'rid was nibbling absently on a roll of some sort - it tasted fishy. Like, literally so; the tang of seasalt in whatever was wrapped in the roll was clear. Hazel eyes narrowed thoughtfully as they swept over the assorted people, a slightly irrational smirk starting over his mouth at some of their appearances. This was a Feast, with spillable food - and one just knew someone was going to faceplant into something that stained their beautiful clothing bright red or some such - and they still insisted on dressing like their life depended on looking as amazing as possible. I think you'd look good in gold thread, Corinth offered. Ha, funny... The smirk became slightly fixed as Corinth snickered. Gold like Millieth...which reminds me. You should tell Hers to tell Millieth that I apologize for not Chasing, but you were being an idiot... No. Besides, Laurie's over there.
Twisting around in his seat, the Bronzerider's eyebrow shot upwards in as he caught sight of green. Green hide, to be exact, and not that of a flitter or a 'mandyr either. Some ridiculous Weyrling had actually brought their dragon into the Main Hall. Brat! Honestly. Did she think the Candidates who'd been rejected would appreciate having a dragon stuffed at them? Or, truly, that the dragon would fit? Honestly. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he swung off the bench, his eyes narrowing as he approached the Greenweyrling from behind, tightening his fingers on her shoulder with a slight jerk to emphasize that she had to turn around now. What are you doing, T'ridmine? Corinth protested. Explaining the rules.
"Greenweyrling, why is your dragon in the Main Hall? The Hatching Feast is for people - thus why all of these foods are cooked - not for dragons. Did you think, really, that we'd bring in all of our dragons? Do you think my Corinth would even fit?" With each question, T'rid's eyebrow raised just a little more. "Why would it be fair for you to bring your dragon when nobody else could, or did? You didn't honestly think that dragons were supposed to attend? Flitters, maybe, 'mandyrs, maybe, not a dragon, little as she may seem now, is not welcome in the Hatching Feast by any means. I suppose you didn't think that the people she'll undoubtedly knock over when it gets more crowded would care?" Yes, the barrage of queries was more than a little unfair, but the Bronzerider couldn't care less.[/size]
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Post by glamourie on Oct 30, 2008 17:28:33 GMT -5
What a sweet child Miguel was - and so naive. If he thought for one second Ka'rys was capable of making any kind of decent speech, he was mistaken, but the bronzerider was loathe to correct that impression. It was nice to have someone believe in him just because he was him -- well, someone other than Ciceroth. Ka'rys didn't have very many friends, and the few people he talked to often were critical of him. Whether they realized it or not - acknowledged it or not - they were; Savitri and Shmee both in particular seemed to like tearing apart what he did wrong, rarely mentioning what he did right. Not that he gave either of them much chance, but it was nice to hear something other than his flaws shoved into his face. Especially coming from someone who had absolutely no reason to lie to him. That was a big part of why he liked children - they had no reason to lie at all, and everything to gain from being honest. Children didn't care about rank, status or anything like that. They only cared about how they were treated, and they rarely planned big, elaborate deceptions. So nice in comparison to everyone else. His gaze followed Miguel as he wandered off, and Ka'rys turned his attention back to Lauranna and R'wign, though he couldn't help but shake his head slightly. "Of course they'll be all right," he said with such utter simplicity that his tone implied he thought anything else to be impossible. "Though I would recommend beating them both once they're well, because honestly, the fact that they're this sick at all merits them being hit with something. I'm sorely tempted to starch S'rei's trousers." It was meant to be a joke, though whether or not it would be taken as one was up in the air; he doubted it, though. For some reason no one realized when he was joking. Probably because most people assumed he had no sense of humor. The fact that S'rei was so sick would probably be the excuse labeled, too - but it wasn't like he'd do it when the other bronzerider was ill; he'd wait until he was well. Part of him was a touch bitter, though. When he was sick (in fact, unable to get out of his furs at all and unable to keep food down for near to a month), the only person who'd even noticed was R'wign. Everyone else just... assumed he was a slacker. Annoying. Though, also his fault: he didn't like people helping him. Meh. A big circular problem. R'wign glanced at him and Ka'rys flinched slightly before edging away. The weyrling quirked an eyebrow, but, wisely, didn't ask. While he knew Ka'rys better than most did, he really had no idea what was going on in the bronzerider's head and could only guess that it very likely somehow one of his nerves was touched. He didn't really want to know what. Turning back to Lauranna, he said with a slight shrug, "Of course they'll be fine. They've got Kali and E'rro watching them. I haven't been to see them since this morning, but I'm sure it's nothing that those two can't handle expertly. Truthfully, I feel bad not being on for my scheduled rotation but..." Technically, the feast was in honor of the new hatchlings, which meant that he needed to be there. Or so he justified it to himself. Honestly, he just couldn't turn down the opportunity for pie. He was a sweets fanatic. "Well. At least I know to warn S'rei of evil plots." He cast a glance at Ka'rys, but the bronzerider was ambling off in the direction that Miguel went. Pondering, R'wign glanced back at Lauranna, then said quietly, "I think he's taken a shine to your son, weyrlingmaster. You might want to watch him. Ka'rys strikes me as the sort to try to eat things in order to keep 'em..." Oblivious to R'wign's comments (perhaps fortunately for him), Ka'rys gradually made his way to stand a few feet behind Miguel. A weak smile was offered to Kaegan, fingers wiggling in a wave. He didn't speak though. Laurie seemed distracted and busy with Shei, so he was following Miguel to make sure he didn't get into trouble. Kaegan seemed okay with the boy, but just in case, Ka'rys moved over to crouch next to him, glancing at Miguel playfully. "Trying to escape, are you? I see you've found the lady of the day. Did you know the new baby dragons are all Millieth's babies? Make sure to tell Junior Weyrwoman Kaegan congratulations; she and Millieth are mommies." Again. He didn't say that, though. It went without saying. "And this feast - it's in their honor, you know. So we have them to thank for all the delicious treats here, we do." Ka'rys glanced up at Kaegan and quirked an eyebrow. The look was meant to be playful, although... awkward, too. Ka'rys wasn't good with people by any means... especially not goldriders. "Seems my little partner here has decided he likes you. Should I be worried about someone showing up to attack me, should I steal the seat next to you for him?" ~ . . . meanwhile . . . ~ On the other side of the Main Hall, the drudges were beginning to bring out the desserts. A large white cake was featured as the center piece, frosted and decorated with realistic-looking flowers that were decidedly tropical in appearance. Several mixed berry pies were set up along the table, as well as a large dish of puddling, a few sweetbreads and some fruity desserts that looked as elegant as they did tasty. While the main meal was still in progress, anyone who decided to take part in the desserts with flour - such as the cakes, or the pie crusts - would start feeling the effects of something strange mixed into it that should not have been there... [ I will elaborate on what these effects are later as they wouldn't all hit immediately. <3 ]
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Post by shadowreine on Oct 30, 2008 18:48:04 GMT -5
V'ter enjoyed Hatching feasts, for the most part. The small part that did not enjoy them was the part that always felt a certain sympathy for the boys and girls who were, inevitably, left alone on the Hatching sands. They were good kids, most of them, and didn't deserve the lost feeling he knew they possessed.
Vesria would be joining them soon enough. He suspected his daughter would Impress a green...and that was, of course, more than fine with him. You seldom saw an unhappy greenrider.
He wandered over to the dessert table and claimed a slice of cake, although he made sure...a personal superstition...that a new weyrling would get the -first- piece. It tasted as good as it looked, too.
That was another reason to enjoy Hatching feasts. The cooks always outdid themselves.
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Keloran was still being a broody wallflower. Food, he had participated in, but dessert? He was not in the mood and he might as well leave it to those who would enjoy it more. Which meant, he suspected, pretty much anyone other than the failed candidates. He caught one bluerider's eye and saw sympathy there and turned away.
He didn't want pity. If it was genuine understanding, fine, but pity he did not want. Maybe he should sneak out now. He'd made, surely, enough of a token appearance to satisfy his father at this point.
Surely.
OOC: So it's clear...V'ter did eat the flour, Keloran did not because he's -still sulking-. EMO!
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Post by dreamer on Oct 30, 2008 18:52:48 GMT -5
Brulen was doing his best to stay in the kitchens during the feast. That way, he could sample every dish and not have to try to put a smile on and be happy for the new Weyrlings. It was really rather fun, everyone was so busy and happy and oh man, the smells! He loved the kitchens. He didn't even mind the cleaning afterwards, he got to listen to all the gossip then and of course it was much easier then weeding the edges of the fields!
It was working well, he'd gotten a few smiles from the cooks for doing the heavy lifting and moving and oh was he full! There hadn't been very many times he'd gotten so full he wasn't sure he could eat more. Except for some of each dessert, of course!
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Post by wirevix on Oct 30, 2008 19:45:37 GMT -5
K'iel smiled a little at Tr'esn, somehow glad he wasn't the only one terribly nervous there. He even went so far as to pat the other boy on the shoulder once, a sort of companionable gesture. They could deal with all this together, right?
"Sure, umn," he said, glancing around, wondering if they were terribly late in getting plates. The desserts were already being brought out! Oh well, that just meant he would know how much to stave space for on his plate. Speaking of... "Yeah, it does look like it's pretty good."
He gathered himself up a plate, making sure to get a generous piece of cake as well because what young person would resist a free sugary treat? Not him, that was for sure. He hadn't ever gotten to get many treats before and he was going to make sure to take advantage of that now, as he sat down and gestured a little for Tr'esn to take the empty seat beside his.
Once the other boy was seated he nodded faintly in satisfaction and dug in, more at ease now. Tr'esn was someone he could trust, after all, because Qualuth was very certain that Tr'esn was trustworthy. Qualuth also trusted the girl, Vashti, that was her name, but he hadn't seen her in his glancing around yet. If he did he would invite her over he supposed.
Qualuth, in the meanwhile, was just very glad that His was no longer as frightened as a small rabbit in the face of all the other people. It was so good that His was making friends, he knew that K'iel could really use them.
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Post by reqqy on Oct 31, 2008 7:16:57 GMT -5
M'ta's tumble of words and thoughts ground to a halt at Meira's comment about his mood, the weyrling blinking up at her, clearly surprised. His eyes took on a withdrawn look for a moment, as if he had to look inside himself to check to see if what she was saying was, in fact, true. The brownweyrling's lips twitched into his characteristic quirky half-smile after a brief moment, the expression growing more fluid and less wry the instant Meira mentioned Behruth. Before he could frame an answer, however, she'd asked about the necklace. M'ta's hand curled around the braided hair that supported the shell shards, urging her toward the table. "I did," he replied, with just a touch of shyness. It was such an obvious touch of sentimentality - of weakness - that the necklace managed to make him feel as vulnerable as it did connected to Behruth.
"They're from his shell...tell me what you want, okay?" He'd taken up two plates as they reached the tables and began going down the line of foods, mildly surprised at how accustomed he'd become over the past turns to the sheer wealth of food now at his disposal. "Behruth's the one to compliment on the tunic. He forced it on me, the scamp, because it was shiny." M'ta removed the hand resting lightly on her arm to pluck at the gold piping in illustration. "I have the shell fragments for a similar reason; he was absolutely bent on collecting them when he hatched. All the other sensible dragons made beelines for the food, but not Behruth. Stole my knives, too. Pointed shinies, he calls them. I had to promise to let him keep them when he's in the barracks just so he'd let me secure them so they wouldn't slide out of the sheathes when he's playing. And he always sings this odd little song about flutterbyes."
Despite the shape of the words, M'ta's tone betrayed an amused, deep affection for the odd little creature. "I'm absolutely certain the cheeriness comes from him. He's always happy, it seems, and is oddly sedate when not running about wildly collecting things." Who is the pretty violet? She does not annoy you. So much food, but none of it good. Why do humans have to burn things? Ruining perfectly good meat. I thought you were playing? I was looking for Hapcath, but I can't find her. I'm tired, M'taMine. You must have fun with your pretty quickly and then come back. It's no good to try to sleep without Mine. You just like squishing me, fatty. You are very soft. I'll be back after we eat and all the announcements and stuff are made. Shouldn't be too long. Jabari's keeping you company? Oh yes! The flutterbye is making the low rumbly croony sound and fluttering around.
As food grew on the two plates M’ta held, he nodded to Zesa. “Beautiful creature. What’s her name? You’d best keep her from Behruth…he’ll be delighted by a shiny flutterbye and probably try to collect her. He wanted to keep Hepaticath.” Glancing down at the food on his plate, which consisted mostly of tubers, fruit and greens, as these were the foods he’d rarely had occasion to eat before Selenitas, M’ta thought he wanted…ah! Yes. Behruth had to be making him hungry, but he wasn’t about to complain. “Did you want any dessert, Meira?” he questioned, taking a healthy helping of sweetbread to offset the rest. “You’ll have to tell me about Meisk when you get a chance. I heard a little of what happened at the hatching. Has he healed well?”
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Laurie smiled wanly at Ka’rys. It shouldn’t have been reassuring at all, his words, but the fact that he could treat the illnesses so lightly was reassuring just the same. Sure, the Weyrleader probably didn’t much care for either man. She didn’t know about F’rah, but she couldn’t see a reason that he would like S’rei much, really. Wasn’t he a Fort rider, too? But, at the very least, it had to be inconvenient to have either of them sick, so it did actually help that Ka’rys didn’t seem at all concerned about it. “With your luck, he probably wouldn’t even notice,” Laurie stated, attempting at levity.
R’wign didn’t seem concerned either. Lauranna nodded. She trusted Kalierre, as well, though she didn’t really know Er’ro. Her eyes flicked toward her son and the trailing Weyrleader. “I’m sure they won’t begrudge you your celebration, R’wign. This only happens once in a lifetime.” The greenrider laughed, then. Evil plots? Evil? She wouldn’t call it that, precisely, or she’d have to call her own plotting evil, too. “Seems you’ve been around that harper too long, boy; you’re turning into a drama queen.” His next words only proved her point, and Laurie wrinkled her nose a little. “Oh, but I’m confident that he has a protector in the shoe-throwing weyrling! Still…” The greenrider cast a glance toward the table. “I probably should wander over to keep an eye on things. Enjoy your feast.”
“Kae? Milli’s wider?” He clutched the hem of the dress in his small hand as he looked up at her. Suddenly, his expression broadened into a cheerful grin. “Rys an’ I make bestest speech!” he responded, quite proud of being allowed to help (even though Ka’rys actually hadn’t said as much). The grin faded slightly, and he rose up on tiptoes, glancing around rather furtively. “What’s speech?” Miguel jumped as Ka’rys appeared next to him, uttering a little surprised squeak. “Bad Rys! Scare me. Not ‘scaping,” he insisted. Then the rest of the words seemed to register. “Milli the big yellowy? Milli make likkle draggies! ‘Lashuns.” He paused, then, tilting his head to one side. “You mommy too? Make likkle Shei’s like Auntie?”
By this time, Lauranna, too, had arrived at the table and offered Kaegan a slight smile with just a hint of apology behind it. She found herself rendered silent at her son’s words, however, an eyebrow raising in wordless question at the goldrider. Kaegan was pregnant?
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Post by dragon on Oct 31, 2008 17:01:56 GMT -5
He was late to the feast - no doubt about it. Mostly because he never really had managed to find the time to properly sort out his things after moving to Selenitas. For that, E'yan squarely laid all the blme smartly on Kindrith's big shoulders. Because every time he thought he might be getting a spare moment to do such things, the horny blue always managed to find a flight to participate in. Which, naturally, ate up all E'yan's spare time.
Barring that time he'd wandered on down to the gather. But gathers were nothing to be missed lightly, in his mind. They came about only periodically, and gave him a prime excuse to bring out his gitar. And meet people. That was always fun.
So, late or not, he was at the feast. And it appeared to be well under way. Dressed in what had been excruciatingly hard-to-find in his luggage dark blue shirt trimmed in white over black trousers, E'yan looked very much trimmed up and neat for the feast.
Hatching feasts were always nice occasions ... though he could understand how some might be disappointed at not impressing. But being as down right irritated looking as some of them were looking? He wondered what had gotten stuck in thier craw. It wasn't the end of the world. Pausing next to the doorway for a moment, E'yan cast a look over the assembled lot looking for someone to talk to. Or someone to annoy, one. He was up for either.
Making his way over to the food tables, he simply took up a redfruit and a handful of orbfruits before wandering back into the crowd again. The orbfruits didn't last him long, vanishing all to quickly. Spotting T'kal, he decided he'd go over and see how the young lad was faring.
"Hello there." he greeted, before taking a bite out of his crisp redfruit.
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Dorava arrived - also late. But for different reasons. She had been ready plenty early enough, but her life companions had delayed her more than she would have liked. She had acquired some blue oil paint, and had colored Val's back half appropriately, so he looked like a normal 'mandyr. As a result, the shy little blue was sitting proudly on her shoulder, now, instead of in her shirt. Much to her releif. The paint had taken some tweaking over the past week to get it just the right shade, but she had done it ... no one could tell that he was painted. And it gave the shy 'mandyr bucket loads more confidence in himself.
Aonith, however, the stubborn green, had refused to stop chewing at the hides that had been stitched so neatly to her wings. She insisted that they itched horribly. And as a result had torn the stitching on part of one of the hides. Meaning Dorava had been delayed by trying to refasten the hide in place, all the while scolding the green dragon.
Dressed in her new blue shirt that matched Val, Dorava had borrowed a long flowing skirt that was a slightly darker blue for the occasion. With her hair done up in a spatic fit of mock floral array on the back of her head, she was ready for a social gathering.
She arrived, releived to finally be there. Maybe no one would notice she was so horribly late. Right away she spotted someone she knew: T'rid. Or, sort of knew. And he was giving a weyrling the scolding of thier life, as if he truely meant to eat thier head off thier shoulders. Shaking her head, Dorava went up to the pair and pointely planted herself square in the middle of the mess.
"Get your dragonet out of here." She told the weyrling pointedly, indicating the door. "Quickly." Her tone was firm, but not nearly as scolding and harsh as T'rid had been. Mostly - she was rescuing the poor young pair from T'rid's lack of tact. Once they were moving for the door, she turned to T'rid.
"Hello again, but don't you think that was a tad on the harsh side? Do you realize you could permanently scar someone that young, as well as thier dragon, with treatment such as that?" She demanded, straining to keep from raising her voice any at all. She had a horrible temper hidden within her, and for years she had been practicing keeping it under control. Now was one of those occassions when it was particularly difficult.
That sort of thing was part of the many reasons why she had abandoned Benden!
"Take it easy on them, they more than likely did not know any better at all. That sort of rounding up and taking down is reserved for those who not only know better but are repeat offenders."
Val considered hissing at T'rid, but decided against it. He wasn't that brave yet. So he settled for scowling at T"rid's thumb.
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Cloar edged warily into the mass of people. Crowds ... not his thing. But he wasn't a total phobe about it, either. The food, however, the wonderful smells of it ... drew him in. Sneaking around the edges of the crowd, he picked up a plate and started filling it with anything he could reach that smelled half interesting. He avoided the desserts: real food first. Once he'd had three heaping platefulls of real food, then maybe he would contemplate the desserts. Bread, meat, vegitables, more meat, some of that interesting looking salad, some more meat, some more bread of a different variety, a few fruit piled on top of that ... he decided he had better quit with this plateful before the plate broke under the strain of it. Grabbing the plate with both hands, he scuttled off to someplace where he could sit out of the way and eat.
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Tashe
Shiny Hoarder
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 31, 2008 20:02:02 GMT -5
Saraina and Gina
Chuckling as the boy pretty much jumped out of his skin, Sara shoved her hands into her pockets, rocking back on her heels as the Brownrider recovered from her appearance. She missed getting that look, one that had all but stopped since she had gotten out of Weyrlinghood, it always made her smile. When she was a child, Saraina would often pop out from behind tree's and scare her friends, pretending she was a fearsome wild animal. After her friends had gotten over the shock, they'd all fall to the ground laughing and giggling, rolling in the dirt in their nice clothing... "Years of practice Brownie, years of practice. Come on now, follow me. I'm sure Gina is waitin' to scold me for just up an' leaving her... I should bring her some pie." Yes, that would clear her of any charges the Greenrider would have with her, especially if it was Black berry. Not waiting for T'kal to answer, the Bluerider happily trekked her way across the hall and over to the food tables, selecting an apple and a pear for herself and her Flitter before retrieving a slice of pie for her Friend.
Checking to make sure T'kal knew where she was, Saraina gave the two tables another look before making her way back to the people she had decided to sit with, giving everyone a nod before swinging in next to Gina. "I brought you Pie, Blackberry. Oh. And that is T'kal, he's come back from Highreaches. Apparently it was real bad up there... Brownie's Dragon is from our Clutchyear." Retrieving one of her boot-knives, the Blurerider searched the Greenrider's hair for Scipio, placing him on her knee after crossing her legs. As the knife sliced into the apple, Sara licked the welling juice of the edge of it before cutting out a piece for her little blue, letting the two talk to each other without her... for the moment.
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"No no, of course I'll make you a scarf, and you too. I got a lot of yarn during the Gather, all different colors, red to gray." Flashing a charming smile at the Rider and visiting Craftman, Gina toyed with a section of hair, happily keeping herself busy until Saraina returned. She had certainly jumped up fast enough, leaving before she could even ask about it, forcing her to sit awkwardly with the Bluerider's friends. Well, if they could be considered friends... Looking down at a sharp clink, the Greenrider arched an eyebrow at the piece of pie, knowing right then Hokth's had returned. It looked amazing, immediately knowing the type, far before Saraina had told her. "Thanks... You're still not off the hook, though the boys have been very nice." Glancing over at her friend as she picked up the fork, Gina let her eyes slide from the girl to the guy, guessing that he was the one the Bluerider was talking about.
"Hello T'kal. Excuse me, I don't believe I remember your Dragon's name..." /Leweleth./ "... it was Brown Leweleth right? Go ahead and have a seat if you want... If Sararaina has already started to call you 'Brownie', then you can't be that bad, though she does have a strange habit of picking up a multitude of people." Taking a piece of the pie and skewering it with her fork, the Rider continued. "As Sara might not have introduced me, I'm Gina of Green Dasmonth." Flashing the redhead a smile, Gina ingested the fork full of pie, happily savoring the flavor. "Well hey, this pie is good."
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Kaegan
Nodding, Kaegan folded her hand in her lap, leaning forward slightly so she was closer to the boy. "I bet you will. With your help, it can't be less than Great!" How funny, he didn't know what it meant. "A speech is an important talk." She had been so absorbed in Miguel, that the Goldrider didn't notice the Weyrleader approach, her only warning was the pair of boots that appeared quite suddenly in her field of vision. Slowly retracting her gaze from the boy, Kaegan eventually settled her gaze on Ka'rys, a nervous smile flitting across her face. She didn't know the Weyrleader very well, in fact the only times she'd been in close proximity to him, was in chance passings in the main hall or somewhere else. It wasn't that she was afraid of the man himself, well maybe a little, but Bronzeriders in general set off an alarm... she couldn't help but clam up around them.
"N-no. He can ah... sit next to me. I would like that... if he wants to of course." Stupid stutter. Glancing down, Kaegan smiled at Miguel, who's hand was like a vice on her hem. Turning her attention onto the cup of juice that had appeared before her, the Goldrider took a sip, it was then that what Laurie's son had said reached her. As the juice went down the wrong way, Kaegan broke out into coughing, which fortunately lasted only a few moments. Glancing back and forth between the boy and the man, then to the Greenrider when she showed up, the Weyrwoman grimaced slightly. "N-no. I'm not... I mean I don't have... any... ah... No little ones. W-what Weyrleader Ka'rys means is... that I helped look after Milli's eggs." Her answer wasn't smooth, but it would have to do. Children had their ways of interpreting what other people had said, but she didn't expect /that/ interpretation, even though she should probably have. "Er...H-hi Laurana."
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Post by archenstone on Oct 31, 2008 23:45:56 GMT -5
She had been sitting here for a few minutes. As she looked around she saw people with Flitters and Salamanders. Ummm...Uminth? I'm starting to think hatchlings weren't supposed to come. Uminth looked up at her. We're not. Kalina suddenly grew anxious... Then why didn't you... The rest of her thought was interrupted as a hand firmly tugged on her shoulder. Turning around she gazed up with widening eyes at T'rid.
She listened to him as he told her off. She hadn't thought of the people left standing. My...Uminth, now that I think of it I would have been greatly put out if you hadn't chosen me...and there had been others who stood previously there...Uminth...how about you find one of your clutch brothers or sisters and spend some time with them? Uminth stood nuzzling, I suppose I can now that you have someone to interact with. Kalina could feel that this wasn't exactly what Uminth had hoped for. But Uminth left, mindful of her tail so as not to bother anyone, and made a quick exit. She opted to go outside though, as she realized that instead of finding Kalina someone to talk with she had gotten her in trouble. She found a quiet patch of foliage outside and curled in it.
Meanwhile Kalina realized that she really would have been better off not attracting attention to herself and mentally berated herself that she hadn't used common sense. Now she had an angry rider in front of her and wasn't sure how to diffuse the situation. Striving to regain her composure she stood up so she could talk to him on more level manner, instead of feeling like a little kid sitting down, especially when the scolder was so close to her age.
"You're right...I should have been more thoughtful in regards to those who have been left standing. I...wanted to keep Uminth close. She's not comfortable by herself indoors... I should have had more sense than to bring her. I don't really know anyone here.. I don't even know most of the other weyrlings and I don't know who you are Bronze Rider." She spoke honestly, not knowing anything else to do. She barely spoke to M'ta and a few others but she really hadn't made friends with anyone...not that she could tell. All she could hope for was that if she treated this man with respect and honesty that he would know. She hoped that any consequences this brought didn't roll over to Uminth.
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Post by Avu on Nov 1, 2008 11:12:03 GMT -5
Meira
Had she startled him with the observation? Meira couldn't bite back the amused smile that stretched her lips, eyebrow raised as the Brownweyrling contemplated. Hadn't he noticed his own mood? Well. The expression faded, however, at the mention of Behruth and the necklace, and - shy? "It's lovely," she repeated, softly, dropping her eyes to said string of shell shards for a moment before raising her eyes to M'ta's again as she allowed herself to be maneuvered towards the tables laid out with foods of every type, glancing automatically for the pair that M'ta was apparently trying to avoid, the Weyrlingmaster and Weyrleader. The Weyrleader had gone over to Millieth's Rider...Kaegan, wasn't it? He didn't seem like he was about to intervene with M'ta getting food, for whatever reason the Brownweyrling had been avoiding him for, and neither did the Weyrlingmaster look particularly like she was planning to attack anytime soon. Well, that was good...?
Food...Meira glanced down the tables, and then flicked a curious glance at Zesa, vaguely wondering if flitters even liked cooked meats. Couldn't hurt to try, could it? The queen certainly seemed willing enough to taste it, at any rate. "Some of the meat, there..." she directed, pointing at the roasted wherry in question, although she almost wished there was a burnt side or something where she could take meat without feeling guilty, but no, it seemed perfectly roasted, each side done to a mouthwatering standard. One eyebrow raised, half amused and half surprised, at his comment. Behruth had picked his outfit? She couldn't suppress the grin. "Well, he's got excellent taste," she responded lightly, absently directing M'ta to the next dish of her choosing.
His descriptions of the brown dragon were - amusing, too; it sounded rather as if Behruth balanced him, was his opposite. The wherling could think of quite a few questions she wanted to ask about Behruth, but it mostly resolved itself in one bewildered query: "Flutterbyes?" And knives? Well. That was...odd - even if Behruth did sound like fun to be around. Stealing knives, though...well, at least M'ta knew he would be...accidentally cut while he played with them? Meira blinked, pausing as she selected some tubers, head slightly cocked to one side. "Well, he sounds like a lot of fun."
Until she was mentioned, Zesa had been perched silently; now, she eyed M'ta in slight surprise, flicking her tail around Meira's throat and rustling her wings slightly. She'd been instructed not to cause any chaos or draw unnecessary attention; she'd thought she'd been doing quite a good job. Meira glanced at her, absently assuring her she'd been very, very good, and then glanced back at M'ta. "Her name's Zesa," she answered, raising her free arm to rub the arched neck, recieving a soft hum in her ear before Zesa fell silent again. "I don't think she'd mind being collected as long as Behruth didn't expect her to stick around," Meira commented wryly. "She doesn't even stay with me all the time..." Where she went during the daylight hours when she was awake was no mystery, even if Meira was unable to be there, as Zesa made sure to show Meira through images exactly what had occured of interest during the day. The flitter had even gone as far as to figure out what interested Meira and what didn't, so at least her reports weren't boring in any way.
Dessert? She hesitated, her eyes flickering over the layout, and then shook her head after a pause. "I'll get some later, if I still want some." Tempting, yes, but she'd probably fill herself up on the regular - much healthier, too - food first. Besides, she didn't want Zesa getting the idea that desserts were good and gorging when she wasn't around to keep her from doing so. At the mention of Meisk, Meira automatically reached for the wher's mind. It was fairly late in the evening, darkness already dominant, and Meisk was stirring, although still clinging to sleep. She winced inwardly at the thought of the Hatching again. Derrisk terrified Meisk still, and always would. Physically, though, he was healing quite nicely. His wing was still a little stiff, awkward to use - not to mention during the setting of the bone, it hadn't seemed to grow - rendering it smaller than the other, but other than that, the chubby little blue had never looked better. "He's fine, physically," she allowed hesitantly, "Although he's still really shy." She shrugged as she glanced around, picking out a partially empty table. "There okay?" she suggested, gesturing to the table in question.
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T'kal
Embarrassing. It really was. He'd been alone, with nothing to distract him, and he'd still managed to be scared by someone whom he knew to be sneaky. Great. "So you told me," T'kal muttered at her comment, automatically accepting his nickname without protest. Brownie. It makes you sound like you're edible, Leweleth commented casually. The Brownrider blinked, shrugging. Umm, well, I doubt anybody but you will pick up on /that/ reference, so... Surely I'm not the only one. Well, we'll see, won't we? Another shrug at Saraina's comment. Sure, he'd follow her. Anything if it spared him from standing here, looking an absolute fool, all alone like he was a rejected Candidate that just so happened to have a Brownrider's knots. Pie. Where had that come from? T'kal blinked in alarm, but trotted obediently after Saraina, feeling for all the world like some little tagalong Weyrbrat, as she made her way to the dessert table, absently picking out a piece of sweetened bread for himself and sliding the thick slice onto a plate and then following the Bluerider back to her table.
He managed a grin at everyone sitting there, lips parting in a brief flash of teeth as Saraina introduced him. Well, at least she'd mentioned his name in the introduction, even if she had just gone right back to calling him 'Brownie'. T'kal hesitated as he glanced around the table, wondering if he ought to go ahead and sit down, or just...stand. Saraina hadn't specified, and above all, he really didn't want to make any embarrassing social blunders. Luckily, Gina was already speaking, and he grinned gratefully at her, his amber eyes fixing on her. It was polite to look at people when they spoke to you, right? He seemed to remember something about that. "Leweleth, that's right," he confirmed with a nod, slowly sinking into one of the seats and starting to nibble on the slice of sugar-coated bread, licking the powdered white from his lips. "Oh, does she call everyone that, depending on dragon color?" he added, a wry grin touching the corner of his mouth. "It's a compliment?" The Brownrider nodded at her introduction - lucky, because he doubted he could have actually recalled her name.
I could have remembered. You could have asked /me/. ...are they from our clutchyear, too? I think so. "Pleased," he murmured, inclining his head slightly in the customary respectful way. "Very nice to meet you." Hello there. T'kal didn't automatically assume that he was being spoken to until Leweleth gave him a mental poke - a very hard mental poke. The Brownrider jerked himself around, raising his eyes in surprise. Had he done something wrong? He hadn't - oh, E'yan. The Brownrider grinned at the Bluerider, nodding a greeting. "Hallo, E'yan...umm, d'you know Saraina and Gina? Saraina of blue Hokth; Gina of green Dasmonth - did I get that right?" he added, glancing at the two women and raising one eyebrow. He was fairly certain he had - one he'd met before and the other he'd just been told. Hard to forget, but then again, it was always good to get a double-check.
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Tr'esn
A smile. Tr'esn was relieved to see that he might, possibly, be making a friend - K'iel didn't seem the loud, obnoxious sort. He hadn't seemed like that before, either, but then, now he had a reason to be loud and obnoxious - he'd Impressed, hadn't he? (True, Tr'esn had, too, but the former Drudge hated drawing attention to himself, and he'd rather melt into the background, or simply go back to the Barracks and curl up with Oquith, than even attend the Feast.) When K'iel went so far as to pat him on the shoulder, Tr'esn instinctively flinched, blinking in surprise, and then forced himself to relax at Oquith's surprised query. What's wrong? Qualuth's is good. Why are you scared? He smiled nervously in response to the boy, almost apologetically, for his motion, dropping his gaze to the bowl in his hands, feeling slightly awkward and wondering if he ought to offer it to the boy. After all, he hadn't eaten any yet. Just paranoid, Qui...don't worry. The green fell silent obediently, although she squirmed a bit, almost bouncy with pleasure. She knew Qualuth's would make a good friend for Tr'esnhers, and she was right, wasn't she?
The Greenweyrling followed K'iel automatically as the other boy went around, gathering food, which included a cake, but though the desserts were tempting - he hadn't even noticed them being brought out until he realized they weren't there when he'd first arrived - he restrained himself from snagging one. Good as it might look - and taste, to that matter - Tr'esn simply wasn't used to so many sweets and he knew enough to be completely sure that if he did eat too much sugar, he'd have a horrible stomachache the next day. Perhaps he'd just fill up on stew and bread, and afterwards, go back and take just the tiniest slice of cake. What's cake?[/i] Oquith asked curiously, and Tr'esn responded vaguely, without thinking: It's like an edible shiny. A pause. Then: Shinies aren't edible, though... Um? I don't know. It's just a - something you eat after a meal, to end it. Kind of an - a prize, at the end.
As K'iel gestured for him to take a seat, the Greenweyrling did so without a second thought, plopping into the seat, although he didn't immediately dig right in, tilting his head questioningly at K'iel. "If you don't mind me asking," he started softly, half-expecting to be interrupted immediately as he struggled to make conversation, uncomfortable with the silence lest K'iel think him slow-witted, "I was - I was wondering, I mean, where people came from - Selenitas is kind of a mixing pot, isn't it?" His lip quirked into a slight, confused frown, eyebrows drawn together by the smallest degree. "I mean, I'm from Lighttower Hold, and I - I was wondering if - I mean, you know, if it's not too private, where you're from?"
Can I go see Qualuth? I need to give him his shiny anyway, Oquith interrupted his thoughts. Of course, Tr'esn agreed blissfully. He would have promised Oquith Rukbat itself if she'd taken a liking to the celestial body. The green paused, and Tr'esn imagined her scuffling around, searching for the shiny she'd made for Qualuth: A crystal-studded stone, with a crudely carved wooden something upon it. Inquiring would uncover it to be a carved dragon, but really it resembled more of a blob than anything else, especially since a length of the slender tendrils of some vine was twisted, tying the two shinies together to make one big shiny. Just to make it shinier still, Oquith had even gotten Tr'esn to wriggle a brilliant silver earring she'd found between stone and wood, wedged immovably there. Finally, the green reached for her clutchbrother's mind eagerly. Qualuth! Tr'esnmine says I can come see you! Are you in the Weyrling Barracks? Can I come? I made a shiny for you so long ago, but I didn't get to give it to you till now! It's very pretty she finished happily.
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T'rid
Humph. T'rid's eyes narrowed at the Greenweyrling's explanation, but he shrugged in resignation, waving one hand in a clearly dismissive gesture. "Just remember next time," he answered, almost lazily, to her little speech. Meh, what fun was it if the scolded person simply went along with it? Boring. Highly boring. "For the Record, T'rid of bronze Corinth, Wingsecond to S'rei of Salenth." There, that was a good enough introduction, wasn't it? "You'd bette - "
Which was when a certain Greenrider planted herself squarely in between them. He'd only been irritated before, and now he looked even more forbidding, eyebrows darkening as he glared at Dorava. Where did she get off, ruining his fun? Ridiculous Greenrider. Completely uncalled for. It wasn't like the Weyrling would care. Maybe she'd mope about it for awhile, but honestly. It was just a scolding, a tongue-lashing at the worst. At least he hadn't just thrown her out of the Main Hall, as part of him was sorely tempted to do just to aggravate Dorava more still, but whatever. Didn't I tell you that wasn't a good idea? No. You just said, 'What are you doing?' Oh. Well, it most definitely /was not/ a good idea, as Stupid is currently trying to bully Mir into taking him down there.
So startled was the Bronzerider at that lovely little piece of news that he'd completely forgotten about both Dorava and Greenweyrling, half-spinning on his heel as he groped for Stupid. STAY! STAY THERE, OR I WILL - Winged bluestupid fly! Flyflyflyfly! T'ridmine, Aonith's! He had a zoo inside of his mind. T'rid hissed through gritted teeth, shaking his head as he struggled to keep his temper, rising for several reasons. A scolding never did any harm to any Weyrling, Dorava had so rudely interrupted, and now he was being informed that his 'mandyr was threatening to sabotage the party. Great. Great, great, great. "Excuse me," he snapped, raising one hand to stop the flow of words from the Greenrider. Stay there! T'rid spat at Stupid, who disobeyed. Mir, don't /bring/ him! Too late.
The blue flitter flashed from between above everybody's heads, flinging a dark brown streak at T'rid before vanishing again with a startled keen and a rush of unhappiness through his bond with T'ridhis. The Bronzerider cursed loudly, darting around a table and snatching Stupid from the air. The brown 'mandyr writhed in his grasp, eyes flushed with irritation as T'rid presented himself in front of Dorava again so she could finish whatever she was saying. Something about repeat offenders should only get that sort of punishment...what? He'd only been scolding the idiotic Weyrling, for Faranth's sake. Would she prefer he simply picked her up and dropped her outside? Because he could do that, too. Not a problem, really. He opened his mouth to say as much, sarcasm clear in his eyes, when Stupid decided that nobody spoke to His that way. Especially nobody with a hideous little blue wormy thing. Besides, he was tired of being in T'rid's hand.
STUPID! he shrieked at Dorava, darting out of T'rid's hand - or attempting to. The Bronzerider snarled, dropping his gaze to the 'mandyr, who squirmed, and finally gave up. There was clearly no alternative. Chomp. T'rid cursed yet again, dropping Stupid as he inspected his cut finger. Not deep nor long, but Shardit Stupid could hurt when he wanted to. The brown 'manydr snagged his shirt, ascending with astonishing speed to the young man's shoulder, where he frilled vividly, baring blood-tipped teeth at the Greenrider. Stupid /kill/ dammit, stupid! STUPID! Whoops, had he taught Stupid that word? DAMMIT! the brown 'mandyr blared at..basically everybody within hearing range. Apparently so. "Shut up," he appealed frantically to the brown, anger not his own already rising in him as Stupid's frill quivered with his indignation. Stupid up? Upupup? Aonith! What? T'rid demanded of Corinth. Aonith, use Aonith, he adores greens! Phremath - /Don't/ remind me! Right. Right. Um. Right...
"Stupid, listen to me!" T'rid knew better than to grab Stupid when he was so obviously infuriated - why was beyond T'rid, as he'd shown little protectiveness of him previously. "Listen! Are you listening, idiot?" Listening! Stupid /listen/. "This is Dorava, Stupid, Dorava, of Green Aonith. Yes, you heard right, green, she rides green. Maybe she'll introduce you to Aonith, but you have to be very, very quiet and polite. You remember the magic word?" It was as if 'green' was the off-switch for Stupid; the brown froze, his frill quivering indecisively, and then he flattened it, rearing onto his hind legs and considering Dorava. Sorry. Sorrysorrysorry, he explained. No mean, pretty love see, yes? A'nith see. Pretty? Pretty pretty love?[/size]
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Post by dragon on Nov 1, 2008 12:08:08 GMT -5
E'yan listened to the introductions, smiling the whole while. He nodded to each in turn. "It is a pleasure." he greeted the ladies at the table. "I am E'yan, of blue Kindrith." he said, by way of introducing himself.
Finding an as yet still empty seat, E'yan helped himself to it with ease. Settling down comfortably in the seat, Eyan nodded to each rider in turn. "Grand thing, this feast is. I don't think I've seen quite such a colorful array of food so attractively set out before. I just hope no one has spiked the punch." he winked at them conspiratorily by way of a joke before taking another bite of his crunchy redfruit.
He looked the other people at the table over somewhat, noting that they all seemed to be in the same age group more or less as T'kal. And he wondered if maybe they all rode sibling dragons ... or from clutches laid close together at any rate. That is - unless some of them impressed very young. Though he found the term 'brownie' applied to T'kal funny. An affectionate term like that meant they knew T'kal. Which meant they had been around before T'kal had left. It was nice to know that the lad did indeed have some friends about the place after all.
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That little lizard thing sure had a knack at difusing situations ... first with one extreme of emotion, and then the exact opposite one to follow straight on top of it. Dorava just looked at Stupid for a moment, then laughed. She grinned at T'rid. "Some companion you have there."
She made a succinct nod-bow to the little 'mandyr, and answered his strange cocophany of words. "Nice to meet you, too ... er...?" she looked at T'rid uncertainly. "Is Stupid really his name?"
On her shoulder, Val tilted his head as he regarded Stupid from his high perch. His frill rose and flattened again in uncertain fits and spurts. He was not happy that the brown had been scolding his, but he was also by far not brave enough to challenge his bigger brother. Val was a little guy, after all, and one with selfesteem issues on top of that. He was happier, though, when Stupid appologized all by himself. Much happier with Stupid, Val sat up a little taller. Keep! he said to Stupid, using as yet the only word he had learned to say so much more.
"He likes greens, then, apparently?" Dorava asked of T'rid, with interest. She'd never seen such an effective mood switch like that before.
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Off in the corner, Cloar had by this point completely emptied his heaped plate, and he got up off his seat to go refill the dish. Ah, but food was so good! There were few things that the lad liked more than food. Smithing was a close tie ... he wasn't sure he liked more which, when. Depended on circumstances, he supposed. The bewildering array of food before him was something that left him more than a little amazed. They must have a veritable army of cooks hiding behind a wall or two, to produce this much food, and have it all ready at the same time! Taking stuff from every dish he came across, he re-piled more food on his plate, before retreating back to his seat to eat it again.
While he was a ravenous eater, he was by no means a messy one. Quite neat in putting it all away, no scrap of food was left behind on his plate. Even the cartilage off the ends of small bones were crunched and eaten. Down the hatch with everything else.
HUm ... now he needed a drink. Cloar reimmersed himself in the food-getting crowd, looking for where they'd hidden the drinks. A big drink, and then back to the food tables, yes... His capacity for food was such as to make people wonder if his legs were hollow, to be able to put that much away and not make himself sick on it.
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Post by kysseh on Nov 1, 2008 20:30:28 GMT -5
Savitri
Savitri was tardier than she wanted to be, but given how particularly difficult Hepaticath had been, she counted herself lucky to be present at all. Somewhere in the back of her mind, it dawned on her that she really had not needed to dress this nicely, if her attire could have been called 'nice' at all. Sandals, decorated by tiny shells, adorned her feet, and the hem of her light brown skirt swirled rather pleasantly around her ankles. She swore that Hepaticath was a bad influence, but the weyrling gold had positively insisted that she wear her favorite sleeveless green shirt. Leave your hair down so Ciceroth's does not yell at you. Then I do not have to scold him, and you will not be sad again. Stop fussing, Mine. You want all of the silly males to look at you. the dragon had informed her quite calmly, despite Savitri's insistence that that was highly unnecessary. After half a candlemark of arguing back and forth, Savitri had capitulated.
Thus, she entered after most everyone had already arrived. She faintly recognized Fiona's dark, curly head bobbing somewhere amongst the tables, but it was soon lost in the crowds. Shards, but she hated being short! She saw Mu-- M'ta!--with one of the healers... Meira, if her memory served her right. Resisting the urge to immediately seek out her friend, Savitri instead chose the opposite direction and made for Kaegan and the crowd she seemed to gather. "Congratulations... to you and Millieth. The new weyrlings are lovely," she said simply to the junior weyrwoman before turning her attention to the others gathered. Lauranna was familiar to her, and her smile broadened on the assistant weyrlingmaster's behalf.
Her attention was abruptly diverted at the realization that Ka'rys was in the vicinity, the smile fading into something approximating polite neutrality. "Weyrleader," she acknowledged him, her tone cautiously polite. He had been insistent of formalities during weyrling lessons, and after the rather spectacular argument at the Gather, she was less than inclined to be overly warm. If they were alone, the situation would have been far, far different. Instead, she focused her attention on the assistant weyrlingmaster, if only out of a twinge of guilt for not attempting to bully F'rah into visiting the infirmary sooner. She had encouraged, yes, but that, apparently, had not been enough. "I've been looking in on the weyrlingmaster when I can. Please let me know if I can help you," she said quietly, simply, her gaze flickering over Miguel and Shei. One person caring for two children... never an easy task, though Ka'rys and Kaegan seemed to have Miguel suitably distracted.
Fiona
On a mission, Fiona was, though 'stealthy' or 'subtle' could hardly be used to describe her awkward progress across the hall. She wanted dessert, sure, but her primary mission was a sulky-looking male candidate that looked less than inclined to join in the celebrations. She had made a rather gleeful point of trying to learn all of the candidates' names, and after eliminating the ones who had Impressed, she was left with only a few options. She loved people, Fiona did, and people sad made her want to cheer them up. This boy was just downright sullen, though. Depressed over not Impressing? She thought that was likely.
"I know it sounds ridiculous, but there will be other hatchings," she said warmly as she finally fought her way through the crowd to reach him. "Keloran, right? I'm Fiona... or... Fi. Whichever strikes your fancy." The smile she offered him was not the usual blinding expression but a more subdued one. Not pity, no, but sympathy. "Don't feel badly. M'ta stood for four hatchings before this one. There's a dragon out there for you," she reassured him, rocking back on her heels a bit before straightening. He looked so down, though. She vaguely registered something touching her cheek, and one hand lifted to flick some of her glossy black curls back over her shoulder. Ridiculous things, those were. Some days, she just wanted to chop them all short!
Ego appeared above her head and settled on her shoulders, tilting his bronze head to one side and giving a haughty sniff. Silly humanboy. Why was he in the presence of Ego's humanpet?! Sensing the ruffled indignation emanating from her pet, the greenweyrling lifted a hand to soothe him. "Sorry if he's glaring at you. This is Ego. Raiyth wanted to come, but she can't fit in here. Too fat." That elicited a quiet giggle from the young woman, and she stuck close to Keloran, not wanting to lose him in the crowd. He would not escape, oh no. Not yet! "Anyway... why don't we stuff our faces full of food? I ate some already, but those desserts look positively delicious."
Subtlety, thy name was not Fiona.
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Post by glamourie on Nov 3, 2008 16:52:32 GMT -5
"My apologies," Ka'rys said to Miguel with a playful smile. He hadn't meant to spook the little boy, but eh - he'd been distracted, it happened. Kaegan's response to his presence was considerably more comical and he glanced over her, one critical look. He didn't know the goldrider - she was the only one of the three he didn't know at all. Shmee irritated him endlessly, Savitri confused him, and Kaegan was.. for the most part... not someone he saw often. From her stutter he was guessing that he'd startled her, too, but he didn't ask, nor did he apologize. In his experience it was generally better not to call people on their discomforts, as it always irritated him when others called him out. Besides, she wasn't his friend. If she was uncomfortable, that was just too bad for her. He wasn't a comforting soul. She could seek solace in someone else and be grateful he was nice enough to pretend not to notice her anxiety.
The little boy's misinterpretation made Ka'rys blink a few times and he quirked an eyebrow before smiling shamelessly. "She'll probably make a baby like Shei someday - but no, I meant she watched Millieth's eggs, like she said," he explained, then stood up, one hand resting gently on Miguel's shoulder. "There's a lot of babies like Shei around, don't you think? I don't think we need any more right now, do you?"
Considering that every greenrider that was female seemed determined to become with child, he was fairly certain the Weyr was going to be over-run with weyrbrats. How they managed to avoid aborting from their responsibilities was beyond him but he fully intended to talk to Shmee about getting the female riders more travel responsibilities. The sheer amount of pregnancies was detrimental to the Weyr as a whole - it was going to make their wings considerably weakened and that fact made Ka'rys want to hit things. He hated the idea of the riders getting hurt, and it was going to happen because of a lack of numbers. Every wing would be weakened. All because somehow the greenriders of the Weyr forgot that they were supposed to be going between on a semi-daily basis. Not that he had a problem with children but the entire selection of female riders was making him begin to understand why Benden treated their women so poorly. He mentally grumbled.
R'wign frowned, watching Lauranna move toward Ka'rys and Kaegan. Hanging around Marra made him a drama queen? Snort. She clearly didn't know him at all. But - ah! The desserts were being brought. Piiiie. Absorbed in that thought, R'wign made his way over to the desert table, snatching himself a piece of pie (yes he was ignoring the meal itself) and a bowl of pudding. After he gathered both things up, he made his way over to the front table, well aware that as a Weyrling he had no business there, but that didn't stop him in the least. He stepped up behind Savitri as she spoke and raised an eyebrow over her head at Ka'rys before holding out the bowl of sweet vanilla pudding toward the bronzerider. It was one of the few things he'd ever seen Ka'rys eat much of, and while R'wign was sure he'd be scolded (dessert was supposed to come after the meal), that didn't mean he was going to change his behavior.
Ka'rys took the offered bowl with his free hand and raised the other to the spoon, moving the pudding around with it absently. His gaze snagged on Savitri for a moment and he bit back the urge to look her over, as he felt slighted that she was clearly determined to be overly formal. That thought was pushed out of his mind as he brought the spoon to his lips, then smiled weakly. It was a real smile, though, despite how awkward he felt.
"Hi, 'vi." Just because she was being formal didn't mean he was going to. "You look lovely."
"Oh, 'vi is she?" R'wign asked curiously, unable to help himself. Then he turned to look at Miguel and smirked. "He called her 'vi. What do you think? Do you think --" He was being glared at, he could feel the glare even without looking, but he couldn't stop himself from continuing, "-- that Ka'rys likes her? Aw, Ka'rys." He smirked, looking up at the glowering Weyrleader, unable to help himself. He knew Ka'rys well enough to know that the glare was hiding embarrassment and that only fueled the fire. "That explains why you were against the idea of me trying to find you a girl. You've already found yourself one! 'Lovely,' she looks, eh? -- How's your speech coming, anyway?"
Ka'rys twitched and took another bite of his pudding before glancing at Miguel. "I won't fault you if you want to tie his boots together..."
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Post by reqqy on Nov 7, 2008 11:12:11 GMT -5
"Fun may not be the word for it - but he certainly makes life interesting," M'ta agreed, the wry smile back in full force. "Flutterbyes...his word for firelizards. He's got an odd habit of renaming things just because he wants to. I woke up the morning after the hatching to him singing about flutterbyes and playing with Jabari - who he calls Jabber. That might actually be a better name for him," the weyrling concluded with a snort.
He glanced toward a small commotion in the center of the room but, being unable to make out who was involved and having little interest in anything that didn't present an immediate threat, M'ta immediately turned his attention back to Meira and Zesa. "Oh, Behruth would only mind if someone tried to steal her from him - or hurt her. He's quite possessive of his 'shinies.' Strange creature. She's gorgeous, though, and well-behaved from the looks of it. Jabari would be causing all sorts of trouble by now. Can't say as I envy you the clutches though," he added with a laugh.
Shrugging in a manner that clearly said 'suit yourself,' M'ta paused to search for a table, but, again, the only one he could find that he didn't mind speaking to was R'wign. No chance of going toward that table. "Still shy, eh? Poor thing. Must be especially traumatic when they're so young." His words had an absent cast to them, and were strangely sympathetic - as if he'd seen that sort of reaction to just that sort of trauma before. "Good he's healed, though." M'ta actually found Meira's composure quite admirable. He got the uncomfortable feeling that if something similar were to happen to Behruth, he'd panic. She hadn't, getting Meisk help in time so that there was no permanent damage.
The brownweyrling was nodding to her question about the table when his head jerked about, eyes narrowing. Talk about obnoxious. He was reminded just how much he abhorred salamandyrs right about now. That was when he saw Kalina, who, though not a friend of his, at least wasn't an enemy. She looked lost. Uncomfortable. Why not go to Uminth's? It does not look like she's having very much fun. You must really be bored to be watching everything with me.
"Uhh, hold on just a sec, Meira." M'ta slid between several much larger bodies, skirting around the tall bronzerider currently in conversation with...someone else he didn't know. The brownweyrling came up to Kalina's side, leaning in a little. "They look distracted now. Need an escape?" He flashed her a brief smile. If he were her he'd be looking for any excuse to get away from M'tid - or was it H'fid? Something like that. "Come on. You should meet Meira. She's pretty nice. Get something to eat. I'm sure they've mostly forgotten you by now, by the looks of it."
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"Impotant talk..." Miguel scrunched up his nose. "Sounds boring. Talk, talk, talk. 'Dult stuff."
The little boy quite pointedly decided he wasn't going to talk to Ka'rys. He'd scared him! Meanie. Sniffing, an action that was quite clearly in imitation of his rambunctious mother, he settled his eyes on Kaegan and Kaegan alone. "Ohhhhhh. No Shei's, then?" Miguel clearly sounded relieved. He didn't really like having to share his mom with Shei so much. Besides, they were noisy. And smelly. Very, very smelly. All Shei's should be given baths in the river many times a day. Why stop there? They should probably be left in the river, where they wouldn't be so pesty. He'd always wondered what it would be like to go down the falls. That looked fun! Mommy said that wasn't good, but...
"I want to be a mommy, too," the boy suddenly announced, stepping to one side to escape Ka'rys's hand and ignoring the man's comment about more Shei's not being good - even though he did agree! "Can I be a mommy with Kae next time? Watch the eggs? Can I?"
Lauranna was about to say something to her son - after she got the urge to laugh under control - when Savitri came by. The greenrider didn't really know the goldweyrling much at all, but she returned the smile, nodding slightly. "I'll...do that. And thank you." She cast Ka'rys a curious glance, though, at his response to the girl. As R'wign spoke, and Ka'rys glared, Laurie's gaze turned back to Savitri, suspecting a story here - likely one her brother would find all too amusing. When he was conscious again. That thought was a tad sobering. "He does seem a bit familiar with you," Lauranna commented, curiosity and teasing warring for dominance in her tone.
Miguel's determination to ignore Ka'rys was quickly wavering. Actually, he kind of forgot. The little boy grinned up at Rys. "Tie?" A little mischievous gleam came into his eyes, and he bounced over to R'wign...and sat on his foot. Lauranna blinked at her son, but made no move to do anything about the odd behavior - likely curious to see what he was up to. Miguel tugged lightly on the weyrling's pantleg. "Rys says I can tie your boots t'gether. Show me how?"
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Post by boober on Nov 7, 2008 14:29:08 GMT -5
You worry entirely too much Brennath informed Hers as Cezine made her way hastily toward the dining hall. She was late; she knew she was, but she couldn’t help it. Even though she knew the green couldn’t see, she shook her head at the dragon’s comment.
I’m not used to not having him with me! Already it felt strange to not have Calerin’s weight in her arms, or against her chest or back, as she’d taken to keeping him in a sling. It was much more convenient when she was working, and it was just much better if she could keep an eye on him herself. Which was a big part of the reason why she was so late; it had taken Brennath hours, literally, to convince her rider to leave the babe in the care of the crèche workers. Hours and constant reminders about how disappointed R’wign would be if she didn’t go. And a feast was no place for such a small hatchling. At last dragon and rider had come to a compromise: Cezine would go and leave Calerin in the perfectly capable hands of the nannies in the crèche, but she would leave the feast early enough to feed and bathe him before bedtime.
So, being probably the last person to arrive, Cezine paused, the skirts of her dress whispering around her legs as she did so. The noise of all the talking was almost deafening, and caused Sky to squeak in protest and disappear. Even Topaz complained bitterly before reluctantly following suit. Cezine didn’t seem to care much, or even notice. So many people! And really, she was here only for one person anyway. She scanned the crowds to look for him. There was so much commotion and so many people that at first she couldn’t tell what was who and she was very glad that Brennath had talked her out of bringing Calerin along. You see? I knew what I was talking about. Cezine ignored the green’s quip, for she finally spotted R’wign, up near the front.
Sneaking up behind the healer (who seemed to be having a good time harassing the Weyrleader), the green rider slipped her arms around R’wign and gave him a squeeze before peering around him at the pie in his hand, tsking. “Dessert already? And you haven’t even eaten any real food yet, I bet.” She grinned at him then before her gaze shifted to the others around the table. “Hello.” The greeting was meant for everyone, nothing too formal, but at least she hadn’t been rude enough to just ignore them all. Within a minute or two though, she turned all of her attention back to R’wign, giving him another happy squeeze. She was absolutely thrilled that he’d finally Impressed! “Congratulations, by the way! I’m going to go get something to eat.”
[[BUH. Out of time >< I'll try to throw Aryna in when I get home tonight.]]
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