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Post by shadowreine on Nov 7, 2008 17:16:57 GMT -5
Z'war was starting to think he had had one or two too many. Ah well. At a hatching feast it was allowed, except he could be sure...could have sworn he had had only the one glass of wine. He hoped some joker hadn't spiked the wine with quixal or something. But yeah, the room was swimming a little. Then it seemed to steady. He reminded himself he had had one glass of wine. He was not drunk. But he wanted some company. Some pleasant, female company. Mroth had not won a flight recently, and Z'war felt the lack very keenly....it was probably seeing quite a few people with their weyrmates through the room that did it. He left the dessert table to start to prowl through the crowd. There had to be an unattached, bored woman somewhere. Or even not bored. He would settle for attractive and willing. Mroth was asleep, so the dragon had no realization that his rider was, perhaps, not thinking quite as straight as he might be. No, not quite. OOC: Anyone with a female character who wants to have to deal with a rather amorous Z'war? (Don't worry, I'm not thinking rape here, just...obnoxious flirting ).
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Tashe
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"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Nov 7, 2008 21:47:04 GMT -5
(Reine he can go at Gina if he wants to. xD She's a bit affected as well. It would probably lead to an amazingly heavy flirting session. xDD)
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Kaegan
"Yes very boring sometimes. I don't like speeches either, they make me sleepy." Scrunching her nose slightly, for comical effect as she agreed with the boy, Kaegan smiled before nodding. "No more Shei's, at least not right now." The Goldrider /did/ eventually want a child, they were so cute and even though they were high maintenance, the unconditional love they could give was worth it in the long run. Its not like she jumped Between much, or didn't have the time in the day to take care of a child, but she just didn't want one now. Plus, she hadn't found the right man... or had she? No, her mind was being rash, he couldn't be... he was just a good friend, nothing more. She hadn't even seen him recently, the Bronzerider seemed to always be busy, or off duty whenever she was working. Kaegan would have thought more about having children, or her friend, but Miguel's voice intruded her thoughts once more. Drawing her full attention onto the boy.
"I don't see why not. As long as your Mommy and Milli say yes. Would you like me to ask Milli?" The boy was distracted by Ka'rys a moment later by promises of lace tying, she tracked Miguel's progress over to R'wign, giving the new Weyrling a smile in welcome. She was glad that the Boy finally Impressed, a feeling cautiously spread to M'ta as well, both of them in some way needed to have Impressed. Standing for so long could only be trying, although she couldn't know (since she had Impressed upon her first Standing), she felt that it might ware down your self esteem. When Savitri arrived, Kaegan gave the GoldWeyrling a smile as she approached to talk, glad that it seemed as though she was there to talk with the others. The Goldrider didn't know her younger counterpart well, but from what the little she heard from various people, Savitri would make a good contribution to the Weyrwomen forces.
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Gina and Sara
Watching as the Rider and the Craftsman at the table nod at T'kal, the Greenrider crossed her legs under the table before taking another bite of her delicious pie. It seemed to get even better every time she took a bite, it made her feel... good inside. "Hmm? Oh, not everyone. You should feel lucky, she only calls a few people these particular nicknames, its her way of distinguishing those of us she shouldn't do particularly annoying things too. Though, she does seem to exclude me from that." Casting her friend a somewhat scathing glance, which went unnoticed by the Bluerider, Gina resettled her attention back onto Leweleth's lowing her voice an octave, taking the opportunity to tease her friend. "I think it might also be a coincidence that you happen to ride a Brown, she might call you Brownie 'cause she thinks you look tasty." Looking back to Saraina as a particularly loud snort erupted to her left, the young woman cocked an eyebrow in amusement, knowing the girl wouldn't take her jest lying down.
"You wish Gigi. Yer always a searching, let it be, just let it be." Her friend was insatiable, as soon as Saraina introduced her to a male companion or acquaintance, the Greenrider was either upon him flirting for herself, or trying to convince the man that she had a soft spot for them. It seemed as though doing this was Gina's form of revenge for everything Saraina did to her, if only she had picked something that was less aggravating than having to assure the man she wanted nothing to do with them sexually or relationship wise. Not many men wanted her for her personality, that was for sure. Glancing down at Scipio as he chirped at her for another morsel of food, Sara glanced to her left and stole a piece of meat off of her Craftman acquaintance's plate, cutting it before feeding her Blue.
"Yeah, Yeah." Rolling her eyes slightly, the Greenrider gave the Brownrider a smile, he really was rather adorable looking. She would certainly have to get to now T'kal better, and hopefully she had a chance to through her Friend. Unaware of her vision shifting until it actually locked onto a target, narrowing her eyes slightly as she inspected the man her eyes had found, subconsciously polishing off her pie in the process. Her body felt fuzzy, it almost felt like she had drank too much wine, but she hadn't had any. But any concern that that could have held, was forgotten as she eyed the Rider from across the room.
"So, T'kal. What didja think of the Hatchin'? I certainly can say, I'm glad that R'wign and M'ta impressed. Those guys 'ave been standing for quite a while." Directing the conversation in her direction as she saw Gina get distracted by something, she always got a particular face when she was watching a 'cute' guy, Saraina nudged the Craftman in the arm slightly. "Let me 'ave some of yer meat... Thanks." It was never good to steal twice from the same place in a row, a person would notice the amount they had less than they had originally. Feeding the rest of the meat to the Firelizard, the Bluerider glanced up at the boy across from her, obviously expecting an answer to her question. Her head itched, it had been doing that ever since she had her hair cut short. Removing her pauper's cap, Saraina happily itched above her ear, her short hair sticking up around the area as she disturbed it. "'Ello E'yan. I've seen ya' around. ''Scuse the Greenrider here, she seems as though she's fascinated by something on the other side o' the room. She says hello also."
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Post by kysseh on Nov 7, 2008 22:30:51 GMT -5
Her eyes flicking over Ka'rys' choice of attire, Savitri quickly decided that he looked far too handsome wearing... that. After sending a silent thanks to Hepaticath--who radiated pure smug certainty in response--for her assistance, the goldweyrling recognized that the weyrleader was, for the most part, going to ignore her. That was fine; plenty else to keep her attention here, there was. Miguel's antics had her smiling, mostly because he was adorably hilarious. Fairly well-behaved for a toddler too, which she could appreciate. There were few presences worse than a misbehaving child at a formal event. She nodded in acknowledgment back at the assistant weyrlingmaster too, before she sensed something at her back.
She turned just enough to see R'wign handing the bowl of pudding off to Ka'rys, barely resisting the urge to make a maternal comment about eating sweets before their dinner. Instead, she offered up a mild snort and watched the weyrleader take a taste. His greeting was... surprising. Her own smile broadened in response, and she almost--almost--missed the series of comments that R'wign offered forth. Opening her mouth to respond, she was abruptly startled by the conversational additions that Lauranna and R'wign put forth. She wanted to tell them both off, superior rank or no, to tell them to mind their own business, and the annoyance that flitted across her face probably displayed that. They were just teasing, though, which cooled her quickly enough.
"Congratulations, R'wign... for Impressing and for annoying me," she said mildly before flicking a sort of non-smile at Lauranna. "The weyrleader and I have known each other since just after Cath hatched. The nickname is a newer occurrence." That admission had her chuckling dryly and offering a slight shrug, as there was no other good way to explain it with either the mother or the new weyrling pouncing on a statement for more teasing. She would rather not have the nature of her and Ka'rys' relationship--odd as it was--being public knowledge.
R'wign's teasing was mildly amusing, though, considering the glare that Ka'rys was giving him. That warmth that started in her chest and crept up her neck was just warm comfort, right? No, she had to be honest; she was blushing just a bit at the thought of Ka'rys' completely refusing other females out of affection for her. The blush faded a bit, though, as she recognized that Ka'rys could have just been refusing out of his usual perversity. Who knew? He had complimented her, though, and she opted to throw caution to the winds and stepped up to him, ignoring R'wign and Lauranna as she leaned in to curl a hand around the weyrleader's arm, press a gentle kiss to his cheek. She was mindful, though, to keep her mouth away from his pudding. Men got picky about their food and threats to it.
Keeping her hand on his arm, she turned to regard Miguel's antics, her smile broadening. Shards, but she was glad she had worn sandals. "Go for it. It might make him walk better," she encouraged the toddler. Yes... R'wign might have to shuffle. Or waddle! The latter sounded far more appealing at the moment.
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Post by shadowreine on Nov 7, 2008 23:01:31 GMT -5
Ah, yes, that would would do. Well, those two. Z'war adjusted his walk as he went over to Saraina and Gina.
"Ladies," he greeted. "Can I fetch you a drink?" He wasn't obviously impaired, although a small part of him knew that he was. Like most drunks, though, his conscious mind was not really in tune with itself right now.
In fact, he felt really good. And if he could get one of these girls...or both...to come back to his Weyr, he'd feel even better. What else were women for, but to be appreciated, admired and enjoyed?
"You both look absolutely fantastic, too," he added. Complimented. That was the other thing women were for, and it was a party, so...so he felt no bar of duty to keep him from saying exactly what he wanted to say.
Not that he would anyway, in his current condition.
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Post by Avu on Nov 9, 2008 17:30:25 GMT -5
Meira
Well, she supposed she could figure out flutterbyes to be fire lizards...though how the brown dragon had decided to start randomly renaming things - such as Jabari - could do with a bit of thinking. Jabari to Jabber? Very odd indeed, though the Bluewherling couldn't help an odd curiosity as to what Zesa's name would be transformed into - though she doubted the queen would be particularly joyous if she was 'collected'. That didn't make the idea any less amusing - at least to her; Zesa flicked her wings in clear disapproval of the thought, though she assured M'ta with a chirrup that she was, indeed, gorgeous and well-behaved - and wasn't it kind of him to say so! At the mention of clutches, though, which recieved a wince from Hers, the queen whistled, clearly confused. Clutches were good, weren't they?
Absently stroking Zesa as they maneuvered to the table, Meira flicked a brief glance at the slight - outburst - from the center of the Hall, her eyes lingering distastefully on the 'mandyr. Thank Faranth she'd been asleep during that Hatching - Zesa had gone to watch (albeit from a distance), and the images that had been transferred - were frankly rather disturbing and included a Bronzerider exposing - parts - and throwing chairs at people, and Meira had no reason to believe that Zesa would make anything up. Yes. Very disturbing...she glanced back at M'ta, answering his comments on Meisk at last. "Very traumatic, unfortunately," she allowed, slightly reluctant to admit that Meisk would, perhaps, never get over the trauma of his Hatching. She was still hoping...his terror regarding Derrisk wasn't particularly reassuring, though. Even the blue's name, or that of his Handler was enough to have Meisk trembling.
And that 'mandyr - her eyes narrowed slightly - why didn't the Bronzerider stop him? - as she glanced around again, Zesa uttering a quiet admonishing hiss. Irritating noisy little things were not high on the queen's Be-Kind-To list. Meira glanced at M'ta curiously as he spoke, but she merely nodded, letting him make his way towards - wherever he was going. (He looked as if he was headed towards the 'mandyr, but...surely he wasn't crazy?) Quickly claiming the seats before anyone else could, the Bluewherling absently began to cut the roast wherry on her plate into a small pieces, offering the chunks to Zesa, who took them with a delicacy appropriate to her color, nibbling carefully on each slice after offering a soft croon of thanks. Feasts should occur every day if this was the kind of food she got when they did happen.
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T'rid
At least Dorava hadn't smacked Stupid off her shoulder...though T'rid was loathe to admit it, he had an odd affection for the little idiot. Love you love you, Stupid cooed with the air of reassuring him of such a fact. Please, Stupid, shush... And she was - T'rid openly stared at the Greenrider, wondering if she'd gone out of her mind. She was laughing. "You like him, you keep him," the Bronzerider responded, lip curling in something akin to disgust as he flicked a glance at Stupid, who cooed again. Mystupid loooove. If only he could find some incredibly sticky, heavy-duty stuff - and Z'hin. He'd just glue Stupid to the Brownrider and leave. (Yes, the affection was expressed in a desire to rid himself of the 'mandyr rather than to have him around.)
The brown frilled impressively - at least, in his opinion it was fairly impressive - as Dorava acknowledged him, uttering something that sounded like a breathy croon. Pretty shine soon? he questioned eagerly, hopping up and down on His' shoulder. At the mention of his name, Stupid frilled even more, skittering around the back of the Bronzerider's neck to his other shoulder. Yesyesyes. Stupid. Mystupid love! T'rid wrinkled his nose at the 'mandyr, shrugging absently at Dorava's question. "I'd've thought that obvious. It's not like he says much anything else anyways," he retorted, his tone bordering on indifferent. Stupid should just count himself lucky he wasn't named Worm, like S'rei's green. Where was the dignity in a name like that? (Not that there was much in 'Stupid', but eh. It was still better than Worm.)
Val was ignored as Stupid sniffed. It was just an annoying little blue thing. He was much better, clearly. Obviously. No green would ever pick Val over Stupid - ha. The mere thought was enough to make Stupid shrill in delight, eyes flushing with amusement as he dropped his frill, flicking a disdainful glance at the blue before diving back into T'rid's pocket, head and foreclaws poking out. Likes greens? Pretty! he cooed, wriggling in delight. See meet 'nith, yes? 'nith love shine soon? T'rid flicked another irritated glance at the little brown, who feigned obliviousness. "Too much. He Chased Dragonhealer Kalierre's Phremath when she Rose." A slight shrug. "I'll just lock him in a trunk the next time a green's due to Rise, or he'll eventually get clawed to death by Calistoth or some other murderous green." At least Phremath had been moderately nice to the ridiculous little one.
The Greenweyrling he'd told off was efficiently forgotten; he didn't even notice M'ta addressing her - or even notice him at all. She was unimportant. More so than Dorava, at any rate. The Bronzerider's gaze settled broodingly on the desserts. No. You'll eat /well/ first before you gorge on sweets. Blargh. I'm not going to even try to argue, he shot at Corinth. I'll even bring back some vegetables for you - won't you like that![/b] Ridiculous. Pft. Bronze butt.
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T'kal
The dessert he'd chosen disappeared in a startlingly short time, consumed by the Brownrider almost instantly. He'd forgotten - or never appreciated - how good it tasted. And scorchit, it tasted amazing. T'kal grinned, torn between surprised pleasure and amusement, at Gina's answer to his question. So Saraina did - at least moderately - consider him a friend. It was surprising how relieved it made him feel, though that delicious dessert did have something to do with it, he was sure. Never had sweetbread been so delectable. Had they added some secret ingredient to make it taste better? His grin widened, half-teasing, as Gina lowered her voice, clearly taunting Saraina. "Leweleth did make that connection, too," he commented lightly. And you said I'd be the only one! Leweleth commented indignantly.
The Brownrider bit back an amused chuckle as Saraina lightened the plate next to her of some meat, quirking one eyebrow in a clear question. "I thought you said you didn't anymore," he commented wryly, tilting his head meaningfully towards the Craftman, who appeared to have noticed - absolutely nothing. Smart of him, leaving his plate unguarded like that next to a thief, assuming he'd known. Saraina certainly was confident, wasn't she? And pretty. His golden eyes widened, half-startled by his own thoughts, which had veered onto an entirely new road that had - You drank - when? I didn't. Did I? I didn't think you had. You - you feel strange - familiar... The brown's voice faltered in his confusion; T'kal could imagine Leweleth shaking his head, trying to remember. It's okay. Just the Feast. Never mind it, the young man assured the dragon.
The Hatching? T'kal blinked at Saraina, shrugging lightly. "Great, like always, to see new Bondings," he answered. "Pity about that one green - she was a beauty, wasn't she?" His golden eyes were somber now, though a moment later, they regained a slight sparkle. "Leweleth would've loved Chasing her, wouldn't he?" (And wasn't it a pity that Saraina rode blue instead of green? Blues didn't Rise; greens did...) R'wign and M'ta? "Haven't met them, unfortunately - and didn't you warn me away from them, before?" he added, brow furrowing as he tried to remember - and failed. "Rawign and - Mutasim, wasn't it? Pleased to say that's accomplished, at any rate. What'd you think? About the Hatching, I mean."
E'yan's joke elicited a chuckle from the Brownrider as he sat down, T'kal nodding a bit vaguely, his eyes back on Saraina, though that was nicely disguised by his gaze lingering not on the Bluerider, but on her fire lizard. What was his name? (It didn't matter; he was just an excuse anyway.) Scipio or Zor. Scipio. (Again, merely an excuse.) T'kalmine? At the sound of Leweleth's voice, T'kal raised his eyes to E'yan again, one eyebrow raising. "Surely you've been to Hatching Feasts before? Aren't they all this - " He waved a hand, gesturing to the tables set out with food, his sentence fading into oblivion; his mind didn't feel like working anymore.
It sprang back to life as another Bluerider approached, someone he wasn't familiar with; T'kal offered a slight smile, though the man's attention was instantly focused on Gina and Saraina - (and Gina was very pretty too; why hadn't he noticed that before?) - and flirting. Very blatantly flirting. The Brownrider's lip twitched in a slight frown. Why? he wondered a minute later. Because he didn't want his friends - yes, Gina was abruptly a friend now - to be hurt after this Bluerider took what he wanted (and because he was jealous; why hadn't he thought of flirting - ?).[/size]
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Post by dragon on Nov 9, 2008 22:17:41 GMT -5
Cloar
After polishing off his fourth heaped plate of food, Cloar began to eye the deserts. He was completely ignoring everyone around him as he made his way over there to eye the delectibles. If he had bothered to pay attention to the people around him, he might have noticed that people were starting to act intoxicated to an alarming degree.
But, as it is with young lads and mountains of food. It was VERY captivating to thier simple little minds. Still holding his original plate, he started heaping foods on it again. Some cake ... some sweet bread... some sweet rolls ... a big dollop of pudding on top of that ... some pie. Oh, yes. Pie! He took a peice of each flavor. The last wedge barely stayed on the heaped plate, as he sort of babied it as he walked back over to his chosen corner seat to eat it, the tip of his tongue protruding slightly from his mouth as he started hungrily at it.
Taking his seat gently, he settled the plate on his knees and started seriously partaking of the deliciously sweet foods. It was a very good thing that he was not overly sensitive to sugar, or he might have been bouncing off the walls by the time he finished the plate. Despite that, it seemed to go straight to his head. Never having ever gotten drunk or having partaken of drugs in any way, he had no idea what it was. It just made him feel both good, and amiable. He felt inclined to go talk to someone ... where as before hand, he would have been perfectly content to sit by himself and not bother anyone.
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Dorava
"Oh, no. I don't want him. I have my hands full with Val, thanks." She said, before grinning at him. "You couldn't give him to me, anyway. You impressed him, you keep him." Even though the statement was entirely true, she said it in all good fun, poking at him. Do was somewhat amused by Stupid's antics, though that was only because she didn't realize just how serious he was about wanting to meet Aonith.
Dorava looked at Stupid for a moment, then at T'rid. "Seriously? You named him Stupid? How awful. But ... he does seem to like it, calling everything else that, too. Strange creature." she said, before poking the 'mandyr lightly with one finger. Val leaned around and hunkered down, feeling very intimidated by the bigger, flashy brown. As if he hadn't had enough self confidince issues already. He lowered his head all the way to Dorava's shoulder, and warbled apologetically to the brown. "Cheer up, Val. He's not going to bite your head off." Dorava informed him gently.
Dorava watched as Stupid dived back into T'rid's pocket, then looked at T'rid quizzically. "What does he mean by all that mumbo jumbo?" She asked, to make sure she was more or less understanding the silly creature correctly. It was a very strange thing to hear come from a 'mandyr who was talking about a dragon, of all things. It sounded distinctly like he was enamored with the idea of meeting Aonith, and alot like he wanted to set up a date. As rediculous as that was. Was the 'mandyr missing a few screws? Or more than a few?
Ach! That was what he meant! "That little runt chases dragons??" She asked, completely shocked. "How in the world does he manage that, when he can't fly?? I bet it works him into the ground just trying to keep up."
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E'yan
E'yan nodded to Saraina politely, with a slight smile. "She does seem slightly enamored in something, doesn't she?" he mentioned, in reply to her comment about Gina. Munching on his crunchy redfruit peacably, he mostly just watched the people milling around and interacting. It did not escape his notice that a lot of people were starting to act more than a little ... loose. Flirty. Like they were more than slightly impaired by imbibing. But ... he hadn't seen anyone, not one soul, drinking.
Chewing on the last of his fruit, he lifted one eyebrow as a lad arrived and quite blatantly started trying to woo Gina. That was decidedly odd, in E'yan's opinion. And then he noticed all the looks flashing across T'kal's face. He looked at the plate T'kal had in front of him, empty as it was. That peice of pie had been the only thing he had seen the lad partake of ... Eyebrows coming together, E'yan looked around the room at everyone else. He was getting a little concerned about this, but he had nothing to pin his concerns on ... other than a roomfull of strangely acting people.
He looked at the core of his fruit suspiciously, and then looked around the room again. Was there something going on here that was not known to the general public? E'yan got a thought in his head, and decided to experiment. He touched T'kal's shoulder. If anyone would know what spiked foods did to a body, it would probably be that lad. Once he had the boy's attention, he asked: "Surely no one spiked the punch." he said, hoping the vague comment would get through to the lad without raising alarms.
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Post by glamourie on Nov 10, 2008 6:11:18 GMT -5
He wanted to be a mommy, too? Ka'rys resisted the urge to smile, namely because he was well-aware that he was being given the silent treatment. If it was an adult, he would've taken offense, but Miguel was a child and children got leeway that no one grown ever received from him. It could be argued that Ka'rys was exceptionally critical, even cruel, to others... but not if they were children. Transgressions were forgiven based on age. Biased, who, Ka'rys? Never in a million years. Besides - the majority of his feelings were centered on the immense desire to pop R'wign's head like some kind of zit. He strongly suspected white pus would bubble out. Obnoxious, the healer was - completely and utterly irritating, and humiliating him in public had him wanting to hit things. Even if was R'wign said was true (which, on some level, it was), it didn't give him the right to blurt it out for the whole Weyr to hear. Grr.
Wait, he was asking R'wign to help him tie the weyrling's boots together? That was hilariously adorable. He bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from laughing, and it was just in time: Savitri stole his attention most effectively and he turned to her, curious. In the back of his mind he was aware that he was completely ignoring Kaegan but as she wasn't speaking to him or about anything he could or wanted to comment on, he left the matter alone. If she wanted his attention she would ask for it - just as Savitri had done. He glanced down at her hand, then took another bite of his pudding before sniffing indignantly. What was wrong with giving a nickname? Everyone called Lauranna 'Laurie.' Was it so strange? "Should I go back to calling you 'Gold Weyrlingrider Savitri of Hepaticath, Junior Weyrwoman of Selenitas Weyr'?" he inquired, unable to help himself. "I think I'll stick with 'vi. Much easier to remember..."
R'wign on the other hand cast Savitri a bright, playful smile. He didn't reply to her words, though, instead kneeling down to untie his boots. Then he gently put his hands over Miguel's, guiding them to the laces. "I'll teach you. It'll be fun. Then you can tie everyone's shoes together to punish them," he explained, indicating the laces. "See, what you do is you take these two cords, and you loop them over one another like this." He demonstrated with his left shoe before motioning vaguely to the right. "You try, follow what I do." Then he folded the laces under and gestured for Miguel to follow suit. Really not that difficult - although he strongly suspected that the child would lose interest in his actions quickly enough. Little kids were not R'wign's specialty, though Miguel was at the age he preferred. Old enough to amuse him. "See, you fold them under like this. You go ahead and try, then I'll show you how to tie them so that they're together. You'll be the terror of the entire Weyr, you will."
Mid-babble, he looked up toward the gold weyrling again and smirked. "Thanks, by the way, but it might do to mention I've known Ryssy-Rys longer; we met first when I was fourteen. And he doesn't have a nickname for me. No need to be shy, Savitri." His smirk widened and he glanced back at Miguel. Ka'rys would probably want to flay him for that nickname, but oh well. He didn't much care. "I think she's embarrassed, don't you? Isn't it cute? They have new-couple syndrome, how cute..."
"There are no words to express how much I plan to make you pay, R'wign." He squinted slightly, then glanced down at Savitri's hand. Amidst the talking he'd managed to polish off the entire bowl of pudding. Way to go Ka'rys. "I have to give a speech," he explained, then shook his head. "It's going to be impromptu and terrible at that. R'wign is taking almost as much sadistic glee in that as he is in the fact that I'm on speaking terms with someone of the opposite sex. Bravo, R'wign, at acting like an infant." He rolled his eyes, then set his bowl down before sighing. "Is there any bread pudding over there...? Do any of you know...?"
R'wign smirked at Ka'rys, but said nothing - namely because Cezine had walked up and most thoroughly distracted him. He glanced over at her and grinned slightly. "Thanks," he said with a slight nod, before glancing at Miguel conspiratorially. He was such a bad influence on children and yes, he consciously realized it but by Faranth, R'wign did not care remotely. "Cezine makes the best pies. Tell her to make you one. Ceeeezine, where's my congratulatory pie...?"
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Post by archenstone on Nov 12, 2008 22:50:15 GMT -5
Even when apart Kalina could feel that Uminth wasn't very happy with what happened. She stood there, wondering if she should go to Uminth or stay at the feast. Then M'ta came over. Kalina couldn't help but smile.
"Sure!" Grateful to move away from the others she followed M'ta over to his friend Miera. The woman had a lovely golden flitter. Kalina noticed as they walked up to her. She could tell Uminth was still feeling down. Don't feel so bad Uminth... I have M'ta here and his friend. When everything is over I'll come to you. She sent Uminth a loving-soothing feeling. Afterwards she could feel as Uminth started to cheer up.
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Post by kysseh on Nov 13, 2008 0:49:16 GMT -5
After flicking a brief smile at the assistant weyrlingmaster, Savitri was effectively distracted by Miguel's antics. She could not resist a smile, mostly because it was entertaining. Too bad Miguel couldn't tie the irksome healer's bootlaces together when the new weyrling wasn't watching. Then R'wign could fall flat on his face in retaliation for his obvious delight in embarrassing herself and Ka'rys, a concept which was rather appealing. Savitri was not usually a vindictive creature, but R'wign could stand to faceplant, really. It could not hurt him, and his ego could take a bit of damage without there being any danger of mental breakdown. Really, though, she doubted even a faceplant could bother him...
Ka'rys' sniff and what seemed to be mild belligerence got her attention, one of her eyebrows raising and arching at his statement. "You never called me that, Ka'rys," she said dryly, aware that he was eyeing her hand on his arm. Well, too bad for him if he didn't like it. If the weyrleader was not bold enough to shove her arm off, it was just going to stay there. She wondered if Cath's possessive tendencies weren't rubbing off on her in a not-so-good sort of way. R'wign's sudden babbling of new-couple syndrome renewed her irritation with the healer, but she merely gave the young man a look of long-suffering patience.
She did, that was, until the impact of Ka'rys' nickname and the weyrleader's nickname for her had her smirking. Ryssy-Rys? The much-teased weyrleader received an indulgent smile and a squeeze to the arm, her other hand rising to brush lightly along his sleeve. "Like an infant, hmm? So says the man who is stuffing his face with pudding before he's eaten dinner," she scolded him lightly, though her voice lacked its usual brisk overtones. "Don't worry about the speech. Just congratulate the new weyrlings, say something about being proud of the weyr, and then offer a toast to Kaegan and N'tia and their mindmates. It's not that hard," she called over her shoulder as she released him and vanished back into the crowd.
When she reappeared a few moments later, her hands were full. In one hand, she held utensils and a plate full of some bread, vegetables, and a few slices of meat. The other hand contained a bowl of bread pudding, spoon included. It had taken a little bribing to snag the pudding without getting scolded, but she thought it would be worth the effort. "Here. But you'd better make your speech before I get you any more," she threatened the weyrleader with a gentle teasing note to her voice, offering the bowl to him. Then her light eyes slid over to the nearby table, paused, and then darted back toward the weyrleader, the young woman offering up a quiet huff as she decided on a suitable distraction technique. "... Are you going to be the handsome, well-mannered man you're dressed like and escort me to a seat, or do I have to seat myself?"
Really, she thought those sort of traditions were ridiculous, but if it kept him occupied and calmed his nerves about the speech, she was willing to take... unusual measures. Besides, she really did want to eat. Taking care of Cath and looking after a cantankerous greenrider and her hostile dragon, on top of everything else, was rather exhausting work.
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Post by reqqy on Nov 16, 2008 22:08:32 GMT -5
~Lauranna and Miguel~
Miguel grinned at Kaegan, nodding enthusiastically. Of course he'd like her to ask Milli to let him be a mommy! Even in his distraction, he didn't forget, and knew that the next time he saw the firehair he'd remind her. She mustn't forget! Clutches were fun! He thought...
Happily, Miguel nodded to Savitri. Walking better was good, right? That meant it was good to tie laces, so he should do it more often. Even as R'wign's hands covered his, the toddler was already searching the crowd for other nicely laced shoes that he could tie to help everyone walk! Wouldn't they all be happy? It had to be better than that boring talking thing the firehair had mentioned. A speech. "Ryssy Rys!" he echoed cheerfully, and stuck out his tongue at the Weyrleader. "Ryssy Rys and Cissy Ciss!" Rys wanted to give a speech? Why would anyone want to do something so boring? Miguel didn't understand what was scary about it, either, unless Rys was afraid he'd fall asleep. Maybe that was it! Well, Miguel could help with that. He'd make sure Rys didn't fall asleep during his speech.
Imbued with this new sense of purpose, the boy watched R'wign's hands carefully, frowning in concentration. He fumbled with the weyrling's laces for a little bit, getting himself all mixed up until he realized the older boy's hands were moving the wrong way. Miguel sniffed. Tricksy tricksy. His eyes narrowed. He'd have to remember the tricksy for later. It went a little better once his hands got going the right way, and he managed a very loose knot, beaming up at R'wign in triumph. See? He'd done it even though the tricksy was trying to fool him!
"Cooty," Miguel answered, with perfect solemnity. His wide blues fell on Ka'rys and Savitri. "Ryssy-Ryss likes the Vi? Will they be making Shei's?"
Lauranna suffered a sudden coughing fit, deliberately avoiding Savitri's eyes as she drifted toward Kaegan. "You gave me a wonderful group of weyrlings to work with, Weyrwoman," the woman commented warmly. "I'm sure F'rah would say the same thing if he was feeling well enough to come tonight. He's been a bit under the weather lately," she added, perhaps a bit too cheerfully. The older woman moved to sit beside Kaegan. Her age seemed to have stolen up upon her all of the sudden. Laurie's skin was perhaps a shade paler than normal, and her youthful face seemed just a bit drawn tonight. Not usually one to worry, she'd done little but over the last few days.
~M'ta~
Just from Kalina's expression, he could tell that he'd done the right thing, particularly when neither of the dragonriders seemed to notice as they slipped off into the crowd. "Feels kind of strange to be anywhere without them right now, doesn't it?" M'ta questioned, certain she'd know just what he was talking about; Kalina surely felt Uminth's absence just as keenly as M'ta did Behruth's. The brown lingered in his mind, but it wasn't the same as always having his mindmate close at hand. M'ta found this strange dependence on the creature almost...reassuring. It was a very odd state of affairs, truly.
A brown flitter popped curiously out of Between, fluting softly at Meira. He knew this one! Jabari didn't notice Zesa right away, instead landing and curling over the wherling's wrist. That was when the flash of gold caught his eye. The brown twittered, his head still upside down, and crooned a greeting to the other firelizard. His dark hide had recently been oiled - mostly because Behruth insisted that 'Jabber' be oiled every time he was, which made it a daily event - and he gleamed darkly against the wood of the table and the girl's wrist.
M'ta slid into a seat opposite Meira and tugged Kalina down beside him, silently sliding his tray between them in an obvious offer to share his food. It wasn't as if he couldn't get more if the urge took him. "This is Kalina, Uminth's rider. Kalina, Meira, a healer and bonded to blue Meisk." With introductions out of the way, he crinkled his nose at Jabari. "Sneaking around again, scamp?" Affection was clear in his tone. The brown fluted an affirmative, twisting so he could raise his body enough to peer at his humanpet's food. He chirped disdainfully at M'ta. There was no good meat over there! Silly human. Of a sudden, Jabari took to wing. M'ta watched him for a moment and then shook his head ruefully.
"So I suppose...someone's...gonna say something?" M'ta questioned quietly, glancing around, but no one seemed to be trying to get everyone's attention just yet. "I hope they hurry it up. Behruth's tired." Slipping tubers and greens onto the sweetbread, he cut into it with the side of his fork and chewed at the odd mixture contemplatively. "Doesn't really make sense to have a feast, anyway. Most of us would rather be with the dragons. This food is pretty good, though," he added, almost incredulously. There must be some exotic mixture of spices in it. He took another bite, savoring it to see if he could discern what the taste was.
"So, Meira, what's it like to work in the inf- hey!" M'ta jumped a little, knocking over the water near his arm (and consequently all over Kalina) as something small but solid landed on his head. Jabari twittered importantly and landed near Meira with the rest of the meat - the part dropped on M'ta having landed in the boy's lap after bouncing and rolling - and fluted to Zesa questioningly. If she wanted some, he'd share. The brown tore off a little chunk and backed off to give her room.
M'ta smiled sheepishly at Kalina. "Uhhh, sorry. Jabari's...yeah." He looked for something she might dry herself off with, but was too flustered to come up with anything, feeling the heat rising in his skin.
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Post by archenstone on Nov 19, 2008 9:51:57 GMT -5
"Yeah...it is strange. I've never wanted to be with anyone so much." Kalina sat down next to M'ta and looked around. She enjoyed having Uminth close...physically and mentally. The little dragon was amazing to her.
A brown flit popped in and crooned at Meira. Oh...thats... ...Jabari She thought...almost forgetting his name. She watched him curiously. He seemed more lively than the last time she saw him. Then again, ever since M'ta impressed she had noticed a change. He didn't even have weapons on hand. When he shifted his plate between them she took a tasty veggie to eat, still watching the flitters. She looked up at Meira as M'ta introduced them.
"Hi Meira, its nice to meet you." She said smiling. She listened for a bit to M'ta...also wondering if there was some announcement. She had finished what she had in her mouth when suddenly she was dumped in water. "Ahhh!" She said in surprise as she realized she was drenched all down her front. She looked to see what happened...and saw the flitter had attempted to carry a roast.
M'ta looked so flustered...she knew he felt bad. In that moment it just seemed so funny she laughed, holding her arms in front of her. "Oh my...its alright M'ta...I think I'm going to have to change..." She managed to suppress her chuckles. "It gives me the excuse I needed to dress in my pants anyways... these things have about tripped me thrice already!"
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Post by Avu on Nov 19, 2008 17:43:31 GMT -5
Meira
As M'ta and the girl - Meira wasn't familiar with her - approached, the bluewherling smiled cheerfully in greeting, raising her eyes to the girl as she sat, about to query her name when a brown flash curled up around her wrist. Jabari? Dropping her gaze to the brown, Meira automatically ran one finger down the flitter's spine, rubbing his hide lightly. He certainly looked good, didn't he? With a slight wriggle, she pulled her arm out from under him. "Sorry, Jabari, but I need that arm right now." Oh, yes, she liked Jabari; he really was sweet, wasn't he? Zesa regarded the brown curiously, holding her silence, starting slightly at his croon of greeting and answering it with her own sweet croon.
Remembering the girl, Meira raised her head, nodding at M'ta's introduction. "Nice to meet you too," she answered to Kalina's greeting. "Oh - this is Zesa, too," she added, rather belatedly, tilting her head to indicate the flitter, who solemnly fluted in greeting, though her gaze followed Jabari, head tilting, as the brown took flight. There was some meat on Hers' plate; why didn't he just share with her? Admittedly, there was very little, but it was still there, wasn't it? The queen flicked her tail idly around Meira's throat in a brief touch before she hopped to the notably more stable tabletop, Meira absently offering her another tidbit of meat, which she accepted with a pleased croon and then a more confused one, turning her head in the direction Jabari had departed in, glancing at M'ta for the answer to the mystery. She didn't mind sharing; why hadn't he asked?
Her Bonded had started eating, too, starting at one end of her plate by habit. At M'ta's question, her eyes flickered up to him and she shrugged. "I guess they're letting people eat first?" Biting back a chuckle at his comment - did he not believe that the kitchen workers could put together a Feast? "The rest of us, though, appreciate the Feast," Meira stated mildly. "And I'm sure some of the new-Bonded pairs'll enjoy it, even if a certain Brownweyrling doesn't." Yes, she was teasing him, but only lightly, and she had just looked down at her food again when Zesa's head came up, a warning starting in her throat.
It never came in time; Meira jerked her head up in surprise at the cacophony of cries as Zesa flared her wings as the surprise flicked along their bond. The look on M'ta's face, though, that Meira couldn't stifle the giggles that exploded as she glanced around for a cloth - or something for Kalina to use to dry herself off. Zesa hummed lightly at the brown's gesture, ignoring Hers and the others as she stepped towards the meat and Jabari, leaning forward to nudge the other flitter's neck in thanks before she tore off a small piece of meat and retreating a pace to chew as well. Wasn't he polite? And why was His so startled? Silly human. Meira managed to stifle the giggles, though, protesting at the idea of Kalina going. "You shouldn't; it looks good on you - I'll get Zesa to get some napkins. You will get some, won't you?" she added questioningly to the queen, who hummed affirmatively, taking to wing and heading towards the tables.
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T'rid
No, he couldn't give Stupid to Dorava, more's the pity. T'rid sniffed slightly as the brown Salamandyr frilled smugly. Is petmine, he explained solemnly to Dorava, snuggling himself deeper into T'rid's pocket to emphasize the statement. The Bronzerider snorted, shrugging at her comment on his name. It wasn't his problem if Dorava didn't like Stupid's name. He didn't like it, himself, but that didn't make any difference. It fit, did it not? And the 'mandyr himself appeared very fond of it - or at least the sound of it. No, he was perfectly satisfied with Stupid's name. Is Stupid! And so, apparently, was Stupid.
The Bronzerider came to regard the blue 'mandyr on Dorava's shoulder with something akin to a condescending curiosity. "Val?" Where'd she gotten that name from? And...why was he not obnoxious? All 'mandyr were obnoxious, weren't they? It was a - a defining trait, of sorts, of the species, as much the frills and sharp teeth and sausage-shaped bodies. Was he - deficient or something? Broken? It most definitely seemed like it. "Is he always so - so unobnoxious?" T'rid queried, raising his eyebrows. Seriously. How was it that Dorava had gotten a perfectly nice little thing and he had gotten a relatively large, sharp-toothed, conniving, green-crazy, nosy it?! Someone had a very sadistic sense of humor when it came to his Bondeds, apparently. Did Faranth hate him, for some wonderful unknown reason? Because it was definitely seeming like it.
At her question, he shrugged again. "I don't understand him half the time. Don't ask me. Ask him. Or Corinth. Cor understands him most of the time. Me, I don't even try." T'rid wrinkled his nose lightly as he glanced at the tables. "Want to get some food?" he added at random, wandering towards the tables set out with the dishes, beckoning at Dorava to follow as he picked up a plate, twirling it lightly as he picked up a generous serving of a mixture of vegetables and meat, tilting his head at a table. "Might as well get a table, too," he mentioned. "Before our O So Amazing Weyrleader or Weyrwoman or Weyrlingmaster or whoever's giving lectures us about how amazing the Hatching was and all of that.
"And yes," he added with a slight frown, pouring white wine into a glass and balancing it carefully. "He does Chase dragons. Phremath was - quite nice to him, actually." A frown tugged down the corner of the bronzer's mouth as Stupid bounced out of his pocket, peeking at the meat. Whassa? Yum food? Petmine eat give? "Yes, I'll feed you," T'rid temporized, hoping that answered the 'mandyr's question and tearing off a piece of meat and offering it to the brown, who grabbed it and nibbled cheerfully on it, hanging over the edge of T'rid's pocket. The bronze and brown shirt was a special one; it couldn't be gotten dirty. No, no! His had never worn it previously in Stupid's memory, after all. "Phremath - anyway, she carried him." A shrug. "I don't know what he'll do if a green doesn't. Run around screaming his head off, no doubt." Clearly disgusted by the idea, T'rid flicked a glare at Stupid, who merely cooed through his mouthful of meat.
Lovely.
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Post by dragon on Nov 19, 2008 22:38:59 GMT -5
Dorava inclined her head slightly, as T'rid actually confirmed that Stupid's name was, indeed, Stupid. What a funny thing to call a familiar. But ... she had already figured out that T'rid did not tick like most people did. Oh, no. He was a tad on the weird side, himself. She wondered if Stupid even knew what his name meant. The 'mandyr did seem to like to use the word alot ... and oddly enough even used it as an expletive on everyone else. So the irony of it sorta seemed to get right past the little creature. Silly little creature. He didn't even know he was insulting himself, every time he insulted someone else. It really was hilarious.
"Val." Dorava repeated, confirming, as she ran a finger over the little 'mandyr, who happily leaned into the stroke. "He's actually quite shy. I had to paint him, to make him come out of my ... er ... pocket." She wasn't about to tell T'rid where the 'mandyr usually resided, if he didn't already know. He didn't need to know that kind of detail. What went in ... or out ... of her undergarments was none of his busines. "As far as I am aware, Val has never spoken to anyone but me, and he doesn't learn words very quickly. Infact ... I think he just finaly learned his second word. Communicating with him can be ... diffiult. At best." Dorava admitted.
Keep Val, no? The 'mandyr said, lovingly, as he rubbed her little blue head on her cheek. Dorava couldn't help but grin.
"Food..." Dorava suddenly realized that she was standing in a room that was housing a lot of eating people, a huge selection of delicate foods, and she hadn't even acquired a drink yet, muchless food. "Yes, sure. That sounds like a wonderful idea." She moved to follow the bronzerider toward the tables, and picked up her own plate. Val snaked down her arm in a spiral, to wrap himself around her wrist, nose almost touching the plate. His little eyes shined, and he excitedly waited for something edible to land on the plate. And edible was actually a rather defining description ... it had better be meat.
Lucky for Val, Dorava was not a vegitarian, and meat eventually did land on the plate, next to chopped and mixed fruits, random vegitables, and a hunk of bread. When the meat finally arrived and landed on top, Val practically cheered, fluffing his frill happily. All that ... garbage continually landing on the plate had been making him more and more worried that no food was going to be taken. He cooed again, happily, little tongue flashing out over his snout as gravy was added to the meat and bread. Ohh, yeah! Food!!
Dorava followed T'rid across the hall to a table, and took a seat across the table from him. At least he was someone she vaguely knew. Vaguely being a big part of that concept. She really did not know T'rid at all ... but compared to everyone else in the weyr? He was as good as her best friend at the moment. Barring Aonith and Val, of course. She smiled crookedly as T'rid talked about Stupid chasing greens. What a silly creature. "He just needs a real companion. A girlfriend." Dorava said, helpfully. Though it was kindof a joke, too. If Stupid somehow managed to acuire a partner, then T'rid would be stuck with one, too. And ... funny as it seemed, Dorava just couldn't see T'rid with a significant other. He was just too ... she couldn't think of a polite way to think that thought, so she didn't think it.
Golly, training herself to be a nice person was hard. But she hadn't liked how she had been before, so it was worth it. There was no way she was going to let herself decend to those levels again. It was just wrong.
A peep ... an impatient peep ... from Val at her wrist brought Dorava back to the present, and she smiled at the 'mandyr, who promptly hopped from her wrist to the table top. Stalking around the plate, it was obvious that the 'mandyr was having a hard time resisting just hopping into the middle of that pile of meat and gravy that was oh-so-temptingly close! To prevent that exactly from happening (Dorava had no idea what painted meat tasted like, and didn't aim to find out), she cut a peice off and gave it to the little blue. Snatching the meat up in both forepaws, Val started humming happily as he nibbled on the edges of it. The end of his tail twitched happily as he nommed on the meat, turning it periodically. Releived that her dinner had been saved from a 'mandyr swan-dive (something that had, actually, happened to her before), Dorava tore her bread apart and dipped it in her gravy in preparation of eating it.
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Post by glamourie on Nov 21, 2008 2:06:23 GMT -5
"No? I know I called you 'goldrider' once, and you got hostile with me," Ka'rys pointed out, clearly in the mood to argue with everything said... though in truth, he was only countering it since Savitri felt the need to disagree with him. If she wanted to bicker, he'd bicker right back. At least it kept him from focus on the major problem at hand. In the back of his mind he was working on drafting up a speech, but the truth was that the words didn't bother him half as much as trying to get in front of the entire Weyr to say them. He wasn't social, he wasn't personable and he certainly wasn't approachable. Intelligent? Yes, he believed that category he fell under, but little else. Anything distracting was good - even if it came in the form of pudding. Thus, he ignored Savitri scolding him for his eating habits on the simple knowledge that he fully intended to eat his meal, too, once he'd made a fool of himself publicly. It didn't count if he was trying to keep himself sane. "Not that hard," she said, but she wasn't the one having to look the part of a deadglow in front of a bunch of people he knew and would have to see again on a regular basis. So easy for her to say.
It was perhaps fortunate that R'wign was there, for his movements stole Ka'rys's focus. The brown weyrling was smiling as Miguel mimicked his movements, and he nodded when the little boy finally got it right. "See, that's how you tie. Then to tie them together you just take one of the laces, like this one," he said, indicating the inside lace of his right boot, "and this one," he pointed to the inside lace of the left boot, "and tie them together like so." He carefully tied the two laces together, then gestured to them. "And there you have it - a genuinely irritating knot guaranteed to make anyone and everyone face-plant if they don't realize it's there. Might I recommend doing it to everyone who makes you mad? Then you just ... blame Ka'rys. Tell everyone he taught you how to tie knots."
"Just what my reputation needed: troublemaker added to the list," Ka'rys said dryly, and he ignored R'wign's smile, as Savitri returned. Her offered bowl was taken with a slightly amused smile and he quirked an eyebrow. However, her question made the smile fade and he crinkled up his nose slightly. Fortunately, he was able to avoid answering immediately, because R'wign was talking.
"I don't think they intend to make little Sheis yet. I sure hope not." R'wign smirked slightly, then indicated Ka'rys. "See, I don't think he'd do well with any more little ones. He gets stressed out easily and then I have to listen to him whine." He nodded seriously before leaning over to conspiratorially whisper, "Besides, I think if they decided to make little Sheis, Pern wouldn't survive. They're ornery enough as it is. So shh, let's not give them any ideas."
Ka'rys shot R'wign another glare. He did not want to know what he was whispering to Miguel, but thankfully, he'd answered the uncomfortable question well enough. So he turned, looking back to Savitri with a raised eyebrow. "No, I'm going to make you seat yourself. Hop to." Despite the sarcasm, the bronzerider turned and gestured for Savitri to follow him down the table toward the center. Then he set down his bowl and spoon and pulled out the chair for her to sit in, his eyebrows raising. Only after she was seated did he push in the chair then moved to stand behind his own. His nerves were completely frazzled, and he glanced down the line of the table at R'wign who was contentedly talking to Miguel as if he'd known the boy his whole life. Why did it surprise him that R'wign got along well with a two-turn-old? R'wign himself was emotionally two. He twitched, visibly, and turned to look out over the crowd. Outside, Ciceroth trumpeted loudly, meant to get the attention of everyone and to make them quiet down, and he was nervous. Extremely nervous.
"If I could have everyone's attention please..." I am almost certain you have it. Quiet, you. "... Before we all dig into the delicious spread that the cooks have provided us, or.. before we polish off what's left of it, there's a couple announcements to be made. Firstly, everyone should congratulate Kaegan and Millieth on an absolutely gorgeous clutch." He glanced over to the Junior Weyrwoman, then shifted his weight awkwardly. "With said clutch comes new Weyrlings -- many congratulations to those who Impressed. And also, congratulations to Junior Weyrleaders N'tia and Kirayuth. I'm sure they'll both do an absolutely fabulous job. Thank you."
As he was finished speaking, Ka'rys plopped unceremoniously down into his chair and grabbed his bowl. He'd earned his pudding.
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