Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Oct 26, 2007 23:35:52 GMT -5
"Ummm...it's nice. I guess."
S'rei squirmed uncomfortably. Lauranna had spirited him away in the early evening, chattering on about the Flight and how proud their parents would be - all that sisterly stuff. Somehow the woman had even found time to make him a new suit of clothing. As a gift. Though how she knew he'd be needing it, S'rei couldn't fathom. It wasn't so much that the clothes didn't fit. They actually fit too well. Like a glove. The Weyrleader was keenly aware of how the trousers snugged up against him, how the tunic, made of a sheer material, clung to his torso, leaving his corded arms bare. He didn't even want to think of how she got such accurate measurements...And though the crimson with gold piping and dark brown trousers suited him, he found such colors a bit harsh and overbearing. He certainly couldn't tell Laurie all this, though; she'd worked so hard.
He readjusted his knots for something to do with his hands. "You're looking gorgeous tonight, pixie. No one could possibly tell you'd just had a child." The small blonde woman beamed at him. Miguel was currently with one of the drudges, a friend of Laurie's since she was a child, who had another young one of her own. Lauranna was decked out in a silken, emerald sari, essentially just material wrapped tastefully about her form and cinched together at the waist by a sash of gold. She'd always had that pretty hourglass figure their mother had sported, such that simple clothing looked wonderful on her.
"So, where's that weyrmate of yours? Shouldn't she be here by now?"
S'rei couldn't quite keep back the half-goofy grin. "Oh, she'll be here, but Shmee doesn't quite believe in such trivial things as punctuality. I believe she had some lordholders to talk to, though, in all seriousness." Glancing about the dining hall, he frowned. It was glaringly empty. A few of the weyrfolk had trickled in, but mostly there were just the tables, laden with food and drink, and a double fist of drudges scurrying about to add the finishing touches to the place.
Even the harpers seemed bent on arriving late. S'rei mentally shrugged. It wouldn't at all surprise him if people were just a bit shaken up by all that had happened with Aslath's flight. As he understood it, there had also been a flitter flight involving that Paryal he'd said he'd bet on for getting the queen egg. It seemed he really should have placed money on her. Smiling wryly, S'rei privately admitted that today had shaken him up just a bit, too. And Lauranna's attempt at clothing him properly as the Weyrleader certainly wasn't going to make the glaring purple bruise just beneath his left eye disappear. In fact, it probably accentuated it. Thank you C'leon.
Stop grumping already, Salenth growled at his bonded. We're Weyrleader now. Second only to Aslath and Shmee. That's never concerned me one way or the other. You'd be content with another bronzerider sharing space with Aslath's? There was a slight pause. Okay. You got me.
Satisfied, the bronze let out a great bugle, calling the weyr to the promotion dinner. It was time to get this weyr straightened out. As good a job as Shmee had been doing, there were wingleaders to announce and small details to iron out, now that the leadership of the weyr was shifting.
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Post by saberlin on Oct 27, 2007 0:32:50 GMT -5
R'ton had been tending to his hides and riding straps and gear as he always was. Most people were supprised they didnt just melt away from all the love and oilings that he gave them, but then again none could argue that his gear was the softest and nicest to wear. He was glad for his early trainings in how to deal with such things as the pelts of creatures. The sun still felt like it was warm on Rodonth's hide from his all day sunnings. When Bronze Salenth's call came, Rodonth mearly grumbled. Not only had he not seen hide of the queen as of late, but the green that he had been so smitten over had seemed to be making herself scarce as well. Oh well though, how could he have possibly reacted when a Queen was in the air? Not risen? That would have been such a grave insult that he was sure something like that would have gotten him and his rider kicked out of the Weyr. And by all, Rodonth liked it down here in the warmer climate and was not about to do anything to lose that positioning.
"Oh come on Fella, you can at least give me a ride up to the Weyr tree for the feast so I dont have to climb my way up there. It would take hours and then I would be late." R'ton had fitted on his pants and his new green shirt to offset his features and hair and eye color. If anything he could look a little bit catch y for the banqute. After all, one could never be to sure who was going to show up.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 28, 2007 11:15:56 GMT -5
((Just a reminder, Selenitas has no weyrbowl. This is in the main hall, which is in a tree. All the weyrs are down below, near the waterfall.))
Shmee entered, late, but with good reason. She had called a meeting with all the holds that were beholden to Selenitas, but it hadn't gone on as well as she had hoped. There had been a near brawl between the old, conservative Lord Klanimor and the young, fair-haired Lord Tentieon. There had been many masked insults coming from the Lord of Southern Hold directed toward anyone that supported Selenitas, but Tentieon, barely older than twenty Turns, seemed bent on preserving Selenitas' pride. Shmee ran a hand through her sleek, short locks, washed to perfection and looked gracefully wind-swept.
Spying S'rei, she hastened to him, smoothing out her simple blue dress. She had chosen not to dress up in gold, deciding it didn't go as well with her body. Blue, however, went better with her eyes. It made her eyes, vivid as they were, seem to practically jump from her face. However, her sleeves were long, to hide the hand-shaped bruise where C'leon had grabbed her, and she had done her best to hide the one on her face with powders. Unfortunately, the bruise was still visible despite her efforts to hide it. "Sorry I'm late," she murmured, taking S'rei's hand. "Tentieon and Klanimor nearly attacked each other. Phrenimanst didn't even show up at all." Her voice was soft, but the air around her seemed to be an irritated one.
Giving him a quick peck on the lips, Shmee turned to face the slowly growing crowd. Where was everyone?! She couldn't promote people when they weren't even here, she thought irritably. "Everyone, please have a seat!" she hollered, tugging S'rei by the hand to get him to follow her up to the little stage that had been carved from the tree this building was made from. She surveyed her surroundings, deciding to give people an extra minute before starting. After all, none of the people she had decided to be Wingleaders had shown up yet.
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Post by thialyn on Oct 28, 2007 12:50:02 GMT -5
Thinking it couldn't hurt, Eya showed up to the Promotion Dinner after Mayeth's constant insistance. She needed to know who was to be her Wingleader, afterall. Bedecked in simple dyed cotton pants and a white blouse, Eya, uponhearing the Weyrwoman's announcement, took a seat towards the rear of the Hall. She did not want to draw attention to herself, and at the first sign of a drunken man, she would leave. Men did strange things while drunk and she'd been on the recieving end once. Not going to happen again, either. So she sat, content to watch for now.
T'ren showed up, proudly displaying his Weyrling knots on his shoulder. As opposed to Eya who looked plain and unassuming in a white shirt, T'ren looked rather dashing. Kasraith was with him, watching through his eyes from their room in the Barracks, as the bronze was worn out from their swim today. Well, so was T'ren but this was a feast which meant the cooks went all out with the meal. And he might pay attention enough to the names called to see who actually became Wingleaders, and see who he would want to fly under once Kas was old and strong enough. But for now he took a random seat, watching his Weyrleaders in the front of the Hall.
Alene likewise showed up, her green watching with her. There seemed to be underriding tension in those around her, but she couldn't place what caused it. Ex-Runner that she was, she had never been around crowds long enough to learn how to follow undercurrents, but living in Selenitas amidst crowds of dragons and people, she had gained a few tricks. For now she was content to watch, see where this current would take her. A grin on her face, she sat down at the table, also watching her Weyrleaders.
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Post by lilliana on Oct 28, 2007 20:43:43 GMT -5
Mariyelle practically seeped into the Weyrhall. Yes, she was here. She was honestly interested in who would be her Wingleader, and ready for the formal announcement that S'rei was the Weyrleader. She needed proof for everything, after all...and, although she was not impatient, the green rider had been presented with an opportunity, and she was going to take it.
Running through anyone else's mind, that may not have made sense...but that was Mariyelle's thought process, to be sure. The stubborn woman was well set in her ways, and she rolled her shoulders back proudly, even as she backed into a corner of the room. Marimine, you really must go interact. Look - there are some weyrlings. Might you go greet them? Arvenith was insistent, even so much as Mariyelle was stubborn. Oh, darling...can't I just stay to myself for a single night? I'm tired, and I am only here because I want to hear my Wingleader's name be called, and to see if the rumors about the new Weyrleader are true.
You know they are. Now, if you refuse to talk to the weyrlings, go say hello to Rondonth's. Please? Sorry, love. No. And that was the end of that, with Arvenith defeated by her life mate. Many other nights 'Marimine' had submitted...but she was sharding tired. Leaning back against her wall, the Green Rider sighed, waiting for the Dinner to begin.
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Post by evendar on Oct 29, 2007 20:55:20 GMT -5
But, but what if I see Robika? N'call asked his bronze in worry. The dragon snorted and told His to say hello and be kind. What he had done was not as bad as his rider thought, and she had said she'd forgiven him. Or so the dragon could remember. But dragons weren't known for their memories..
"Fine." the bronzerider said aloud and marched into the Dining Hall on the third Floor.
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Mari was in her element. She directed platters of appetizers to each table, the meal in its final stages of preparation. Tami and Biri flitted about with messages and encouragement like little green and bronze darts. Mari's clothing was that of a Headwoman, clean and neat, but her apron was dotted with food stains, and her hands slightly doughy from the evening bread.
She flitted like her firelizards about the entering people, giving a hello there, a cordial greeting here. She smiled and waved, patted and shook hands. All things she loved to do.
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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 29, 2007 22:44:06 GMT -5
Somehow, as it seemed an impossible task, F'rah had been able to get his brother to dress in something other than black. And as he silently pushed F'con through the archway of the third level of the main hall, the dark blue tunic he had gotten his brother in shimmered slightly. Not only was F'con dressed up, but the Weyrlingmaster himself had struggled into some new formal clothing. Sleek black trousers had been settled under a shinny brown, long sleeved tunic. While newly buffed boots clicked dignently as he walked, not only drawing some attention to himself, but to the knots that rest upon his shoulder.
"Hurry F'con you have delayed not only I but the Weyrwoman and Candidate Saraina."
Giving his brother a hidden kick as he shoved him to the correct table, F'rah ran a hand through his honey brown hair before turning his attention to the two women that had been behind the two brothers. Nodding to Saraina to take the seat she that she knew all to well, the Weyrlingmaster offered his arm to Kaegan before whisking into the Feasting hall exuding a sense of ease.
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As with his Rider, Styth gently spoke to the junior Weyrwoman's Queen, guiding her to the spot that she was allowed to perch in.
/If you will M'lady, follow me. I shall lead you to the spot in which you sit for occasion's like this./
Bowing his newly oiled head to Millieth, the Weyrlingmaster's brown lifted off of the ground and took to the air. Making sure that the young Queen was following him, Styth flew to where she was to perch and indicated it before making his way over to a spot near his Mine. All of this had been done while the brown ignored the blue of his F'rah's brother.
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A horrible sense of dread had instinctively curled itself inside her chest as the former Benden Weyrwoman got herself ready for the Promotion dinner. That sense was only eased when she and Millieth had met up with F'rah and his brown, for some reason they always seemed to calm her worries, like a friend that one had known for a long while. As they walked through the halls to get to the top level, Kaegan had only then noticed the man and girl that the Weyrlingmaster had been dragging behind him. The young goldrider knew of the female but not of the Bluerider, although her inquires were quelled when F'rah introduced him as his brother and rider of Blue Jackreth. Kindly, yet firmly, she felt and let herself be guided to the third level of the hall.
"I do not know..."
Her question was answered immediately as the Weyrlingmaster lead her to a seat near Shmee, although to her surprise he did not sit near her. The kind man sat further down the table as was the apparent tradition at Selenitas, at least the gatherings here seemed more organized than that of Benden's. Quietly watching those who came in after her take their seats, Kaegan fiddled nervously with the hem of her emerald green dress.
The dress was chosen, like the Senior Weyrwoman's, to accent her greed dominated hazel eyes. Although the green dress she wore also made her pinned back crimson hair stand out, as was the second objective of the dress. Dark golden flowers were stitched delicately into the hem and high neck of the sleeveless dress, the gold in the thread drew attention to her knots on her shoulder. The reason the knots were not hidden was that the goldrider now had no object to cover them with, now that the sling from her injury was gone.
Slowly reaching out to her Gold by newly grown instinct, Kaegan just wanted to remind herself that she would now always be with her Millieth.
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Spreading her wings, Millieth reluctantly followed the brown to the spot in which she was required to take. Nodding to Styth as she alighted upon the large branch, the Golden Queen spoke to him before turning her attention to her Mine who had reached out to her.
/Thank you Brown Styth./ Although her Kaegan was more at ease with this Selenitas promotion dinner, Millieth was not. It reminded her too much of Benden's, and the despair that they had caused her Mine.
/I am here Mine... do not fear./
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Feeling himself being shoved to the table, F'con stopped himself from tossing his brother a nasty comment. Although the overall feeling of the dinner had caused him to bite his tongue, the view of the Weyrwoman and her Weyrleader made him want to unclasp his mouth. Shaking his pitch black hair slightly, the Bluerider ran a hand through it before kicking his a seat carefully away from the table before setting himself down onto it. Straightening the Navy blue tunic his brother had wrestled him into with despise, F'con let his eyes wonder back up to the most important people in his new Weyr.
/Well don't they look happy up there... I wonder what they'll look like after either of the other Weyrs decide they want Selenitas./
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Settling down on a large branch near his mine after growling unhappily at another blue to move, Jackreth meticulously began to clean his black glittering talons.
/Smug, happy, they can be the same thing. Personally, I do not think this Weyr will be ready for an attack if or when it comes./
Moving with surprising grace on the branch, the dark blue lay with a leg draped over the edge of his perch before returning to the cleaning of his claws.
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After the three riders had taken their appointed seats, Saraina grudgingly took her's, while her two charges sat on her shoulders. One was very unhappy while the other and lesser ranked one trilled happily as he nestled in His's hair. The candidate didn't give a shard if the little bronze flit was agitated or not, her emotions surged with complete hatred for the Weyrlingmaster. Somehow... Somehow he had forced Saraina into a wine red dress, one of the things she thought was possibly the most useless articles of clothing in the entirety of Pern. All dresses were good for were attracting men and getting men into women's bed furs... Being young and rather attractive with her full bust line and hour glass figure, the older teen despised wearing dresses because of the looks men gave her. Saraina didn't hate men in general, just the ones who were only attracted to her body and not her mind.
Flicking her blue flit on the muzzle as he startled to frazzle the bronze even more, the candidate quietly shoved a piece of meat into both of the firelizards mouths.
"Shard damn that man and all things formal..."
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Post by missa on Oct 29, 2007 23:05:17 GMT -5
Footsteps were slow for Zadari, the Blue rider taking her own sweet time in getting to the Dinner. She didn't really want to go and it was only Sitath's constant reminding that got her going. Though she supposed she should probably hurry. Good thing she wasn't wearing anything silly, or she'd never get there. If you wore gowns more often, you wouldn't trip, but no, you have to go in Riding Gear don't you? Kmarath's might have liked to see you in a dress. The slight sly note to the blue's voice had Zadari blushing even as she told him to keep his nose out of it. No, she wasn't wearing anything fancy, simple riding gear that was slightly worse for wear... What was the point in wearing something special?
Upon entering, Zadari was quite disappointed to find how little people were there, and the lack of Robika. Was the Green-Rider avoiding her? Or was it just that she hadn't arrived yet..? Either way, Zadari soon spotted someone else she'd been meaning to talk to. Heading over to N'call with what could have been called a pleasant smile. "N'call, it's good to see you. Tell me, how is Haloth?" She asked, anyone who knew her would know the sugary sweet tones was a warning sign, Robika had only said she couldn't hit him, which was a shame, she didn't say Zadari couldn't talk to him.
Almost as though she sensed Hers was getting angry, and trying to hide it, Tirea popped in from Between, settling gracefully on Zadari's shoulder with a small chirp of greeting as she wound her tail around her neck. Who was this man? Why was he upsetting Hers?
D'ran had followed Zadari in almost completely by accident. Sure, he knew his way around, but the gear the rider was outfitted in made him wonder if she'd forgotten the dinner, perhaps he should remind her? Only to see that she knew, and obviously just had no love for fancy clothing. Nor did D'ran at that point but he'd dressed up... Sort of, the dark clothing was more elaborate than he would have chosen himself.
Mine, you should sit down now. I think it's starting. That was the only thing Thorith said, it was almost like the Brown was distracted, and he probably was, since Freckles had decided to stay with him, while Shy clung to the back of his neck, looking around with curiosity and wariness. What if someone tried to shoo her away? Hers would not allow that.. Right? D'ran reached one hand up to his shoulder to reassure her, moving slowly to his seat. Curiosity and Thorith's prodding was what had brought him here, that and a wonder at who the Wingleaders would be... He had to fly under one so..
Following that, were candidates out of curiosity, they'd heard they could come, so they did. Rielana had to drag Beka, Kayla following rather meekly behind her. Rielana, despite the fact she knew it was formal, was dressed simply. The dress was of a simple grey colour, merely accenting her eyes, simple material, not overly revealing, she was fine with it... Even if she did keep tripping over her own feet. Amusement lit up her eyes as Beka once again tripped on the hem of the dress that Kayla had decided to give her, when thanked the girl had shrugged. Those two were so odd, how could one be so sharding quiet all the time? It was odd. "Look, we're here. Come on, Kayla and I will sit with you."
Beka looked completely horrified by the amount of people, her face paling further as she let her eyes roam around. Too many people, far too many, and this was only the start of them coming, wasn't it? Slowly, Beka looked from Rielana to Kayla, the girl she'd been cautious of ever since the day in the Barracks. Rielana tugged her hand and Beka found herself stepping forward, nearly tripping on the dress with a curse. She'd never worn finery before and the feeling of the tight dress was not one Beka enjoyed, oh the colour was nice enough, sort of. It was black, with silver trimmings, but... Still. "Why dresses?" She hissed softly, eyes glancing about the room for any sign of Lura.
Kayla had followed meekly, yes, she'd given one of her gowns to Beka, hoping it would be taken as a guesture of friendship or even a peace offering. She'd scolded Fealyn many a time for how she'd treated Beka, but didn't seem to be getting anywhere, and the other girl seemed constantly flinchy around her. As though beka expected Kayla to hit her. Did you have to hit her? The thought was pushed at Fealyn with a small sigh, knowing the answer before it came. She hit you.[/i] Of course, so simple. Sighing, Kayla merely sat next to the others, brushing the blue skirts out of the way before she did so.
Next to follow were W'laim and E'nor, neither looking forward to the crowd this time. The only thing that lightened it was the constant chatter for both Weyrlings. Rinth had said he wanted to sleep, but obviously had gotten bored and was now lying on his couch, chattering away. If.. Paryal you call her comes Mine, you have to go talk to her, Clestioth's is not your only friend. Commanding as usual, the Bronze's voice was happy enough, even if it bordered on drowsy. Tired are you? W'liam teased softly, a smile twitching his lips as his Bronze denied the very thought. He'd been good all day, done exactly what W'liam had said, except when he'd chased Willow around and quite rightly annoyed her to the point of her taking refuge on W'liam to escape.
Mine, if you don't want to be there, come back and spend time with Kel and I. Clestioth's words were simple, but there was a note of concern in the blue's voice. He knew His didn't like crowds very much. And His didn't have to be there anyway. No, I might as well stay. was all the answer E'nor gave his dragon, hoping the Blue wouldn't think he was angry. It wouldn't be fair to leave W'liam alone, not really, he wasn't admitting that he liked to spend time with his friend... [/size]
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Post by covera on Oct 30, 2007 11:50:45 GMT -5
Rell was dressed in a simple pale blue dress and her dark hair was loose and reached her shoulder blades but not in a ponytail as usual. She had come here to see who her new Wingleader would be but she knew that it would probably be S'rei, he was the most logical choice. She didn't know if F'lan would come, though she expected that he wouldn't. There already was a Wingleader in his Wing. Besides, her weyrmate wasn't one to love gatherings like this.
She settled herself near the entrance so that she could leave quietly if she got bored. And she was sure that she would, formal gatherings like this weren't that much fun, but give her a Gather everyday, and Rell would be happy.
Why is Wrenth's not with you? Rell's dragon asked curiously. Frankly, I forgot to ask him if he would come, but I suspect that the answer would have been negative, Rell told her dragon. Who is Frank? The dragon asked confused. Frank is nobody, Frank doesn't matter, just forget about Frank, Rell said tiredly. Well then, why were you talking about Frank? Sometimes I'm just silly, Rell explained. Why didn't you just say so in the first place? Was all her dragon could say.
((I will add the other two later))
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Post by evendar on Oct 30, 2007 20:22:37 GMT -5
N'call balked at the sound of an all to familiar voice at his back. Zadari, Robika's weyrmate. He bit his lower lip and tried to offer a smile he thought was genial, but managed only to create a pained grimace.
"Good evening Zadari. I hope Sitath is a well as Haloth." he said, his harper trained ears ignoring the subtle emphasis on the word is. He wouldn't bring it up, he'd just sooner forget. He felt so, so dirty for hurting Robika like that. But he had been uncontrollable, and nothing short of a slap would have stopped him, but he was sure Robika hadn't slapped him. Or had she? In that moment he was a scattered as his dragon.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Oct 30, 2007 23:23:31 GMT -5
In an impulsive moment, he'd cut his hair.
It was left just long enough to pull back in a short rat tail at his neck, which was how he wore it now, the shorter lengths doing wonders for the feminine cast to his image. Without the curls constantly falling before his eyes, the stark angles and planes in his face were more pronounced. He'd also chosen a sleeveless tunic of an offwhite hue, bringing out the deep tan of his arms and face. It had been embroidered in blue, green and gold, though the ornamentation was minimal. He'd found that, wearing the light color and dark breeches helped bring out his masculinity a bit more. And he was still very aware of that. The intense blues swept the room before alighting on their objective, thin lips turning up in something that seemed more a smirk than a smile.
He'd come to find his weyrmate, more than ought else. Sliding onto the bench next to her, the bluerider stated, in his gruff, no-nonsense manner, "Didn't care to wait, Rell?" There was nothing in tone or expression that suggested anything like humor or softness. But, beneath the table where no one could see, his hand tightened lightly about her lower thigh, his head turning toward her just a moment to throw a wink her direction before he scowled at the dais where the leaders sat. He still remembered the night the Weyrwoman had struck their now Weyrleader repeatedly, and he had thrown her in the river. These were the people they were supposed to be following. Not much of a confidence boost, was it?
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Mutasim and Z'hin wandered in, more because it was expected than because either one really wanted to be there. They drew on each other's strength. The younger of the two seemed more comfortable outwardly. On the other hand, the brownweyrling was already sweating, his eyes darting about at all the people now flooding into the dining hall. His companion latched onto his hand. When Z'hin looked to Mutasim, the younger boy nodded solemnly, and some of the dragonrider's fear melted from him. Neither seemed to care that it would look strange to see two young men walking into the dining hall holding hands; they simply wanted the sense of closeness it brought. And it was hard to understand this sort of fear of crowds unless you'd had an upbringing similar to the pair's.
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Kalierre, too, came to the Promotion Dinner. It was as much a matter of curiosity as a decision made because she knew S'rei would ask her about it if she didn't show. The green ichor of dragon blood still clung to her everyday garments. Cyanth's. The dragonhealer looked like a mess and didn't care one bit. This was the reality of the weyr at the moment, not all of the pomp and circumstance this night was certainly designed to emulate. She found that, while many seemed to like and care about her, Kalierre didn't really have anyone she felt naturally comfortable around. She was old for a weyrling and young for a healer of her rank. Eyes snagging on Kaegan, she threw the woman a friendly smile before making her way towards her. No, she didn't have the rank to sit with the junior weyrwoman, but she could at least exchange a few words with her before Shmee began her speech.
"I see your arm has mostly healed," the dragonhealer stated lightly. Her eyes still looked horribly weary, though the dark bags beneath them had all but vanished; thank Faranth for a couple nights of decent sleep! Trust Kalierre to ignore rank and propriety and march right up to the junior weyrwoman, still covered in dragon's blood, and begin a conversation right in front of the Weyrleaders. Though no one could really say she was being rude; it was just Kali's way. She'd seen most everyone in this weyr sick or injured - helpless - and people were just people, as dragons were just dragons. Ranks and colors were nice to create order. That was about all the water they held, however.
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Another blonde clothed in green - though far more tastefully - was in the process of defying the natural order of things as well. The spritely Lauranna wasn't in the mood simply to talk to one of the highly-ranked members of the weyr, however. She settled herself next to F'rah, directing an imperious look at the rider on his right until she'd been given enough room to sit comfortably. The woman first directed an impish grin at her brother, as if daring the Weyrleader to call her out on it, the man simply rolling his eyes in disgust. That grin quickly lighted upon F'rah. She knew her breaking protocol was likely to make him squirm, which was precisely why she did it.
Of course, if he simply asked her to accompany him, there would be nothing wrong with her staying at his side, and the delicate order could be maintained...A single brow raised up into her hairline, jades laughing as Zephyr sunk her little claws into F'rah's wrist possessively, the gaze seeming to ask him what he planned to do about this? Oh, how she loved torturing the man from time to time!
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He'd only nodded at Shmee's words, accepting the kiss with mild trepidation that it was something so fleeting. Better she just not tempt him at all. Then he found himself stumbling after the Weyrwoman as she pulled him bodily toward the dais. S'rei regained his composure quickly, even sweeping ahead to pull out her chair respectfully, though he pushed it in to the table just a bit too quickly with the space just a bit too small - something most observers wouldn't notice but would be sure to annoy Shmee. He then turned his gaze front, though his eyes danced with mischief, affecting not to have noticed anything.
That was, of course, when he saw Kalierre smeared in dragon blood and Lauranna grinning that devil-may-care grin at him. Why did these women who were so closely associated with him have to be so - unruly? S'rei rolled his eyes. He found that Kali was the more annoying of the two, as she both knew better and undoubtedly wasn't even thinking about what she was doing. At least Laurie was trying to be a pain in the ass.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 31, 2007 8:53:53 GMT -5
Robika entered the hall quietly, not wanting to attract attention to herself, preferring to stick in the shadows. Dark circles from sleeplessness hung beneath her eyes, making her round face appear more gaunt than it used to. She hadn't been eating much, only doing so when Zadari forced her to. Perhaps for this reason, perhaps for others, Robika found herself avoiding her weyrmate. Taking a small table in a corner, she practically collapsed into it. Looking around at the people jerkily, she started shaking slightly when she saw N'call.
She hadn't seen anyone except Zadari since that fateful Flight, and N'call was not the person she wanted to see. And why was Zadari talking to him? Her shivering intensified, and she turned to look at the wooden wall beside her. With a slight whimper, she rested her head against it.
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Shmee flinched as she sat, giving a mild glare at S'rei as he pushed her in a bit too close to the table. "Well," she told him quietly, half-playful, half-irritable, "If you push me in too far, you might flatten me so much that you'd have nothing to play with." Over course, that may have been exaggerating- her breasts were a good distance from the top of the table- but there was no harm in warning him.
"Sit," she told him firmly. "We eat first, then I give my speech. I like to draw things out." A shadow of her old, pert smile fell onto her lips. With that, she took some tubers and began to eat, her eyes twinkling ever-so-slightly with merriment, but a shadow lurking behind her eyes as she ran through the speech in her mind. It would soon be time to let the Weyr know what could be happening in the future.
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Post by paryal on Oct 31, 2007 17:39:20 GMT -5
Some sort of sense of obligation propelled Paryal on wards, bringing her closer and closer to where they would all gather to hear who would be the leader of the new wings, and all that other information that sounded quite boring to her. But she had to see Shmee, had to confirm the woman existed. For all Paryal knew, Shmee was a figment of her imagination, someone she had argued with on the Hatching Grounds and then had ceased to exist. Where was the mysterious Weyrwoman? She had to be here, of all places. If she didn't come now... Had she even been present at the Hatching? Not that Paryal could recall, but Aezanth had seemed rather more important at the time. Speaking of Aezanth, the young dragon was currently curled up, fast asleep, not aware that her rider was not sleeping at her side for the night. Should Aezanth wake, Fairamay would be there to inform Paryal. The green was getting heavy with eggs, and it would be time for her to clutch soon. Would she clutch somewhere where Paryal could actually find the eggs? That seemed to nice of the green, who had returned to her male hating self shortly after the Flight. There was no sign of her bronze weyrmate.
Entering the noisy hall, Paryal smoothed down her tunic, unexpectedly nervous as the prospect of seeing Shmee again. Rumors swirled, suggesting she was different, had changed. Hopefully she wasn't going to be abusive now, angry at Paryal for Impressing the Queen. The woman wasn't frightening, but their own private battle would put Paryal at the disadvantage. Tonight she had dressed in a simple, light blue tunic, with black pants underneath tucked into her ever present, ever practical black boots. The blue offset the one gold thread wound throughout her new Weyrling knot. Paryal was rather proud of it, though it could have been neater and slightly nicer. Ah well. What could she do? Now she had a rank clearly identifiable to all, and Paryal found that she quite liked people respecting her with the up most courtesies. Even if her knot wasn't as perfect as P'tol's, who had an unexpected flair with cloth. He hadn't even wanted to come today, instead hiding out with Llath. He couldn't leave her alone without her realizing he had left her and waking, crying piteously into the night. The dependency would have to be waned, but not today, it seemed.
Mingling among the crowds, Paryal quickly spotted both Z'hin and W'liam. Unfortunately, neither were close to each other, but Z'hin had a companion, and looked unhappy to be there. Waving enthusiastically to the brownrider, the young woman gestured toward W'liam's direction, then back at Z'hin. It would be nice if they all talked in a group, wouldn't it? Z'hin and his Candidate companion seemed far too antisocial for their own good, and Paryal was nothing if not bound and determined to change that. And she didn't know W'liam well. He seemed like a nice lad. He had stood up for Kalierre the other day, as had Z'hin. Perhaps they would get along well, both having that one aspect of themselves in common. Walking over the bronze Weyrling, Paryal waved cheerfully. "Good morrow W'liam. How are you and Rinth doing?"
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Post by covera on Nov 1, 2007 11:26:00 GMT -5
Rell hardly knew F’lan anymore. Her weyrmate had long hair. Not short. Not that she disapproved of the change, it was just a big shock. That was all. She was for a moment afraid that he was angry at her for not waiting for him but relaxed when she realized that he had been joking. F’lan. Joking. The world was full of surprises today. She smiled happily and stroked the now shorter hair of her weyrmate. “You cut it,” she said matter-of-factly, seemingly ignoring the reprimand about her not waiting for him.
She saw where F’lan was looking and also turned her eyes to the Weyrleaders. “When do you suppose this will start?” She asked, anxious to get out of this much too formal event.
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“And then we had to feed them but Vemorath didn’t want to eat much, he doesn’t like meat, don’t you find it strange?” V’nus was telling his sister when they entered. He had been talking all the way to the dinner and his sister had done her best to fake interest, and succeeded because V’nus didn’t notice that his audience was bored in the slightest. “Yes. Very strange,” was what Covera had to say. “And then we got this assistant Weyrlingmaster. She was so different from F’rah…” at that point, V’nus’s voice changed to a buzzing sound in Covera’s mind. After impressing a dragon, V’nus had been constantly talking about it. Constantly. And who better to tell about Vemorath’s adventures than Covera? She was his sister after all.
“Look, there’s Z’hin,” Covera interrupted her brother who had been talking about knots. V’nus wasn’t at all offended at the interruption but instead looked where his sister was pointing. “Yes, shall we go talk to him?” V’nus asked but didn’t wait for an answer but took his sister’s slender hand and led her to where Z’hin and a boy that they didn’t know were.
“Hello Z’hin,” Covera said and smiled. “I haven’t seen much of you since you impressed, you impressed a brown like my brother didn’t you? Congratulations on that,” the bottled up candidate said sincerely, hardly noticing Mutasim. “Hello,” V’nus said to Mutasim. “I’m V’nus,” V’nus said, his voice friendly as he outstretched his hand to shake Mutasim’s. “Oh and hello Z’hin,” V’nus said, finally remembering why they had gone in this direction in the first place.
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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 Nov 1, 2007 22:03:27 GMT -5
A few minutes passed before Kaegan withdrew from her Queen, only to find a woman speaking to her. The voice was familiar... the name that had at one point been vivid now escaped the Weyrwoman. That is until the Hazel eyes removed themselves from the Queenriders lap. Kalierre! She had promised to go and visit the Healer! It was unlike Kaegan to forget a promise made to those who had been kind to her, and for it she felt a small bit guilty.
Flexing her arm slightly after the Healer, now a Weyrling, finished speaking, the young woman then responded. "Oh um Kalierre. Yes... my arm feels much better... thanks to you. I'm very grateful to you..." Letting her gaze shift slightly, a small concerned look passed across her face before continuing. "... You look rather... tired. Have you not been... uh sleeping well? You are now attending... Weyrling lessons and healing shifts... correct?" ----
Wincing slightly as his attention was drawn from the reining couple to the newest arrivals with a pair of sharp claws, the Weyrlingmaster smiled kindly at his friend as she slid into the seat next to him. The fact that she was breaching formal protocol irked him like a rash he couldn't itch, but he knew how to remedy that situation... it was the very plan that Lauranna herself was thinking of. Though the claws in his wrist needed to be attended to before his proposition was made...
"Zephyr you little scamp, off I say." Moving his right hand and trying to scoot the flit off, F'rah turned most of his attention to the green dressed rider while trying to prod the persistent green away. "Lauranna you look lovely tonight. Would you be willing to dine with me on this occasion?"
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As soon as the Weyrwoman started to eat, F'con dug into the piles of food that sat before him. He was absolutely starving, his metabolism was very fast so he went through calories and food like a turbid torrent, especially after a long day of riding and training with Jackreth. Silently mounding his plate with tubers, roots, and a hodgepodge of many other delectables, the bluerider sent out a few thoughts to his dragon before letting his furtive blue eyes wonder around the hall. Almost all of them were Selenitas riders so far, although the ex-Benden Queen was a small topic of discussion among the various things that everyone was expecting to come up in the speech.
/Whatcha think about the girl, eh? I remember her from one of our missions... she's good at politics I hear. Wonder if they're gonna use her for an advantage over Benden./
/Queen Millieth's Mine looks to be a shadow of what she once was... and if Selenitas's Weyrwoman is smart, she'll get Kaegan to help them when the war breaches this Weyr's defenses. Political and physical... That is what I believe F'conmine./
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Unlike the Bluerider, Saraina only poked at the food she had placed onto her plate. She hadn't been hungry lately, she never was when it was her time of the month, and the pains in her lower half didn't help either. Continuing to poke at the food on her plate, the female candidate looked up and around the room gazing at the other candidates that had come. Although Zor had other ideas about where His's mind was supposed to be. Trilling loudly in the girl's ear, the annoyance demanded food for himself and the bronze. ---
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