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Post by Reky on Jun 22, 2011 17:37:31 GMT -5
There was no shortage of joy that evening.
Each dragonet that hatched had survived to Impress. Even the single dud had been made up for with twin tans from the same egg. It was, no doubt, leaps and bounds above the tragedies of Kalith's last hatching. While the Skystalkers were well on their way to becoming great riders, Junior Weyrleader R'len was glad for the far less conflicted atmosphere of this night. It had been amazing - he was a first-time uncle, he supposed, and Kaezeth continued to radiate paternal pride - and it most definitely called for celebration.
While his great iron dragon lazed in the cool night air, wallowing in his sedated happiness, R'len was wading through clumps of excited people in the dining hall. Already, the smells of roast wherry, herdbeast stew, and the best tuber mash in all the western continent were permeating the air. While the hatching had happened, the cooks had been working furiously to have a feast ready on time. R'len had already thanked them all personally, grinning and warning them that he was about to go on ranting now, and someone had better fetch the cutlery.
Eventually, he made it up to the podium at the front of the hall, rarely used except for special evenings like this. Up a few steps, he found himself looking out over the heads of everybody else. He saw that the weyrlings had returned from settling into their new rooms and was glad that Chelo was already on the ball with her new class. Some had stayed behind to sleep or bond - he did not see the first-Impressed pair, Pash and Ardith - but he wagered a good few were too tempted by the food. He waited around on the podium for a few moments, watching as the crowd slowly took notice of him and quieted down, and cleared his throat once to get the slow attention of the resident twelve-Turn-old whiteweyrling.
"Dalibor," he began, a smile infecting his face before he could even get the serious part over with. "It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to the feast tonight. I'm sure most of you watched the hatching, and I'm sure most of you know who I am -- and if you don't, I worry about the speed of gossip around here -- and you all want to get eating soon, so I'll keep this short and sweet.
"On behalf of the Weyrwomen Fajra, Avalle and Rayna, and Weyrleader O'sho and myself, and everyone else here, I'd like to extend a warm congratulations to our new weyrlings: the Tideturners!" Applause erupted, both from the audience and R'len's own hands, and he sought out as many newly-Impresseds has he could find and smiled at them. "All thirty five of them. Wow," he chuckled, bringing attention back to himself. "They'll be learning under the brilliance that is Chelo and black Seiseth, Junior Weyrlings to the Senior Skystalkers, and eventually, brave and talented dragonriders of Pern.
"Now, I know some of you are shaking in your boots, kids, and being a dragonrider is a crazy and dangerous occupation, but I guarantee you it is the most fulfilling thing you will ever have the privilege to do. The entire Weyr has the utmost faith in you. It's my pleasure to let you know that this is the top place to be. Dalibor is so strong, so accepting... Even with all the weird stuff that happens, we always manage to bounce back. We may be young, but by the first egg, we are not weak." The conviction in his voice rang loud and clear through the hall, and he caught as many eyes as he could in the passion of the moment. He raised his glass.
"To Dalibor! And to the Tideturners!"
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(( OOC: Finally, feasting fun for you all! There's food and prime mingling opportunities. Please bear in mind that this is directly after the hatching, so take advantage of the fluid time of RP and pretend things that happen after this haven't happened yet.
I also have the rooming list for all you weyrlings:
G01 - Pinkweyrling Tyta & Blackweyrling Firane
G02 - Orangeweyrling Calmera
G03 - Tanweyrling Valha
G04 - Cyanweyrling Rushera & Pinkweyrling Vilandra
G05 - Cyanweyrling Frankie & Greenweyrling Naraevhyn
G06 - Cyanweyrling Olddandanoni & Greenweyrling Larka
G07 - Cyanweyrling Tana & Greenweyrling Tasia
G08 - Pinkweyrling Delilah & Pinkweyrling Malissa
G09 - Blueweyrling Pash
G10 - Blueweyrling Inali & Blackweyrling Fel
G11 - Blueweyrling Darcy & Blackweyrling Ulma
B01 - Tanweyrling Q'sis
B02 - Cyanweyrling Ni'on & Greenweyrling R'ev
B03 - Cyanweyrling Xiro'el & Greenweyrling J'rit
B04 - Greenweyrling G'dan & Pinkweyrling Z'ra
B05 - Ironweyrling Z'dyn
B06 - Ironweyrling W'lin
B07 - Brownweyrling J'hatai
B08 - Viridianweyrling Va'an
B09 - Purpleweyrling C'ian
B10 - Blueweyrling L'kie & Blackweyrling B'an
B11 - Blueweyrling A'dan & Blackweyrling E'kiel
Congrats, Tideturners! )) [/blockquote] |
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RhiaBlack
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Post by RhiaBlack on Jun 23, 2011 2:08:25 GMT -5
Zeke shifted on his seat, Baihujinth settled beside him, with Kee sitting somewhat curiously on Hers' shoulders. Bai's voracious appetite had been sated for the time being, but as the food was brought out, Zeke caught him eyeballing some of the roast wherry. That half-cocked smirk crossed his lips, and he pressed Bai's mind with his own.
You've ate already.
It smells good, Mine.
'Course it does. It's cooked, an' all. We don't eat ours raw.
Bai shifted, curling his tail around him and doing his best to both look regal, and not be in the way. He was adapting quickly to Zeke's teachings, and like a good leader, was trying to set an example. His wings were folded in close behind him, and though they were raised slightly over his head, he made sure they weren't blocking the view beyond them.
Do they do this after every Hatching, Mine?
I s'pose so. You're the only one I've went t'Stand for, so guessin' yeah.
..I kind of like it.
It's nice, huh. All'a these people, gettin' t'gether an' spendin' time with one 'nother like this.
Zeke applauded along with the rest of the group, and Bai tilted his head, almost confused by the gesture, but His was doing it, so it must be okay. He remained silent aside from the clapping - he had never been a loud sort, but he had to admit he was pleased. Seeing all these capable people with their new Dragonets made him proud.
What is this you feel, Mine? You are calm. It is..worry, but not worry. I don't understand.
Called relief, Bai.
You are relief? What for?
Relieved. 'Cause we got a whole Wing full'a people's got good heads on their shoulders. Won't have any pro'lems on Thread this go-round.
Of course not, Mine. You have me. And they have us. Thread will stand no chance. Baihujinth puffed his chest out, and Z'dyn caught the trigger of arrogant pride in his Iron once more. He was quick to warn the Dragonet.
Don't get cocky, kid.
As people applauded R'len's speech, Zeke cast another long look at his new Iron. He couldn't believe it. Never in a thousand turns would he have ever expected to Impress, much less a King. The slight grin turned into a full-on smile, and he gave the big Dragonet a pat.
You seem very happy, Mine.
You got no idea, Bai. Best night'a my life.
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Post by Boo on Jun 24, 2011 6:42:30 GMT -5
If he had ever been excited in his life before it was nothing compared with the emotions he was feeling currently. C’ian couldn’t help glancing at Shirath as he walked towards the Dining cavern after settling into their room. He was a little upset that he would be alone but, well, he could visit the others. Shirath seemed somewhat sleepy but they needed to go to the feast! He would be able to congratulate all his friends and everyone really. C’ian noticed that, as Shirath entered the Dining hall he held his head considerably higher and looked over at one of the irons and winked. Eventually, C’ian and Shirath actually wound up sitting with the iron to whom Shirath had not yet... become acquainted.
He was pleased, however, that Shirath didn’t start flirting with the iron straight away. He seemed almost food giddy, as though he had eaten way too much and wanted to just drop and sleep. Perhaps it was only his own excitement that was even keeping Shirath awake. He did give a nod of greeting to the iron. C’ian stifled a laugh, pulling his shirt over his mouth trying desperately not to laugh out loud.
Oh I did not see him on the sands. He is marvellous! So very handsome.
C’ian tried his hardest not to laugh at his purple dragonet especially considering that the Junior Weyrleader had just walked up to the raised podium. He refrained from speaking at all and wiggled in his seat with excitement. He’d been to so many of these feasts but part of him had almost lost hope that he would attend it as a rider! Yet, here he was! He was a Weyrling and he had impressed a purple! He had entertained the thought but… He smiled at Shirath and raised his glass when the Junior Weyrleader finished speaking.
He then turned to the Iron Weyrling beside him and smiled.
“Congratulations! What a relief, huh? I mean, standing turn after turn and then finally impressing. Feels great!” He spoke almost to himself as he shovelled food onto his plate.
He was starved!
Shirath winked at the iron, some of his excitement returning. He smiled a toothy, draconic, coy smile.
How you doin’?
C’ian nearly choked on his food.
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Fel had managed to convince Dhanuth to turn up to the feast. He’d almost wanted to just go straight to sleep. Fel just really wanted to see so many people so Dhanuth had agreed to come along. She had left all her things in her new room, without unpacking, and practically sprinted her way to the Dining Hall. Dhanuth followed behind and they entered the hall together. Looking around, Fel was aware that the food seemed better than any food she’d ever eaten in the Weyr. She knew that the food was always good but this food smelled great!
Now you know how I felt in that egg.
Fel started and looked down at Dhanuth. He was so quiet but his comments always seemed to come from nowhere. He didn’t say much, really, but he was a dragon! He was amazing! So was she and together they would be absolutely awesome!! She smiled down at Dhanuth and nodded.
Yes! Definitely. Let’s go and find a seat!
She wandered off and sat near a younger male, probably about her own age. She thought he might have been a Weyrling, well, another Weyrling. She was one too after all! Dhanuth settled down nearby, laying his head on the ground, looking up and watching those around them. Fel wasn’t certain how long she would actually stay at the Feast but she’d felt it was important to at least turn up and see some of her classmates.
She didn’t feel much like talking but she was smiling very excitedly as she looked around the room at some of the other Weyrlings. She spotted the funny Purple but couldn’t see Pash anywhere. She was a little disappointed, she’d wanted to congratulate the other girl. She was really sad that Lyr hadn’t impressed, especially when someone like Xiro had, but she would definitely go to the next hatching and cheer for Lyr!
She stopped fidgeting when R’len, got to his feet. It was strange to think that Junior Weyrleader R’len’s dragon, Kaezeth was Dhanuth’s father! She looked at Dhanuth again wanting desperately to just drop to the ground and hug him forever! It was tough to imagine him any larger though!
Once the Weyrleader had finished speaking, Fel clapped quickly and grabbed a whole heap of food while Dhanuth poked his head over the table to take a look around the room, clearly curious about some of his siblings. He had been one of the last few to impress so had not seen his iron siblings.
I have many siblings… He mused quietly, So very many of them.
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As soon as the word was given, Tedaon hit the alcohol. There were a great many blacks and he figured the best way to enjoy his time was to remain in a state of perpetual drunkenness. Even with the company of his friends he still needed to do something to distract himself even a little. He sat in a reclined position, already on his third glass and looked about at the new Weyrlings. So many of them! It was definitely a good sign for the Weyr.
Of course, since arriving at Dalibor he rarely spent time at the feasts but he had decided to come along tonight. The infirmary wouldn’t have as many patients so he could afford one night off, even if it was to get drunk and stuff his face with food. He helped himself to a rather large serving of food and smiled at those he knew.
“All in all, a good hatching. And two Tans! It’s perfect.” He slurred ever so slightly as he spoke.
One brown, sharding thing, at least he wouldn’t have to deal with it. Even if he did have to deal with the brown he could always get someone else to work on it. Anything to keep away from the sub-kings.
Looking around he spotted one of the Wherlings and a couple of candidates he did not yet know. He’d have to fix that. He also saw, lurking around, one of the apprentice healer riders. That one was a little strange… Even by his standards.
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RhiaBlack
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Post by RhiaBlack on Jun 24, 2011 19:31:30 GMT -5
Zeke's plate was piled with as much food as he could fit on it (within reason) as soon as they were released to eat, and he looked over at C'ian with a small nod - just before he offered a hand not currently holding a fork his way, swallowing what he had in his mouth as to not talk with it full.
"Congratulations t'you, 's well. Don' think I got t'meet you b'fore. Z'dyn, this's Baihujinth. An' yeah, it's a relief, f'sure. Lot less t'worry 'bout, all these people's capable t'fight Thread, now. Lookin' forward t'classes, too."
Bai, meanwhile, shifted somewhat and settled to place Zeke between himself and the Purple. He eyeballed him warily.
Why does he speak to me like that, Mine. Zeke didn't miss a beat.
Prolly thinks y'like tunnelsnakes, Bai.
But I don't....I...
Think about it, Bai. Tunnel. Snake.
........
As Bai finally got it, he shot His a look. Zeke bust into laughter, shaking his head and giving the Iron a pat. Sparkling blue eyes settled on the Purple, and gave him a wink before he looked back to C'ian.
"How're you sett'lin' inta things? An' likin' the room changes yet?"
Be nice, Bai. What'd I tell you 'bout manners.
This one unsettles me, Mine.
Gonna have a whole lotta that, Bai. Need t'learn how t'handle it.
Zeke's gaze was laden with amusement. He knew exactly what was going on, and while he didn't lean that way himself, he understood that people were different. Bai would have to learn how to adapt. He was there if the Iron needed him as emotional and physical support, but he was willing to give the Iron a chance to work it out on his own before he intervened.
Begrudgingly, Bai's uncertainty and aggrevation shifted with His amusement, and he settled himself with his wings back, tail re-curling around him just before he snagged a piece of wherry off His' plate. It was gone before Zeke realized it, his attention not fully on his food.
I fare well, brother. How are you liking your bonded thus far? Are you getting along?
Be nice, His says. Be nice. Well he's being nice. You see this Mine!If only a dragon could roll his eyes.
((Edited it to clarify the joke.))
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 27, 2011 17:39:33 GMT -5
Q'sis had this issue where when he left individuals dear to him asleep and alone, they tended to die.
He had to drag Unath the last few steps to her couch, for his mental warnings against slumber were no longer reaching the stuffed hatchling. Even with the added weight of her first feed he could have picked her up and carried her, but he was rather wary of her tender stomach and the ease with which babies could eject whatever they ate. With the fresh coat of oil gleaming off slippery skin, the floorbound method of transport proved easier than he expected.
Shadows stalked across the wall in front of them, Unath's sleeping place utterly open to the barrack. As it so happened they were right at the head of the boys' corridor, so the commons and even a sliver of the outside world had a view in on the proceedings. Q'sis ignored that presently indigestible point and shoved Unath up onto the couch. Idly the Tan's feet motored, clawing at the stone of her bed and catching in semi-helpful positions. Q'sis raised his head to see if she had woken back up, but Unath's eyes remained closed. The blue forks of her tongue hung out from the point of her muzzle till he pushed them back inside.
The new Tanrider got to his feet, panting, though his muscles bore none of his exhaustion. Various fluids were still running off his fingers and legs, his modified white robe dyed red up to his mid-chest with speckling beyond. He looked around the room, then walked stiffly to the smaller, slightly more enclosed human bedding area. He stood in the doorway, gazing greedily upon the orderly bedfurs-- until he noticed a puddle of what he guessed might be dragon saliva oozing off his right hand onto the floor. The normally fashionable trader glanced down at his unsightly self and grinned.
He turned and wandered back to the entrance of the new homestead. The baths were a short ways down, but his belongings were still-- no, a drudge had brought them. One trunk sat in the corner of the archway. Q'sis looked over his shoulder at Unath. He stalled, grabbing one of the rings at the chest's side to drag it to the bedroom. The rasp of wood kissing stone did not twitch the dragon. When Q'sis checked the contents of the chest he found even the things he had stashed under his bed had been included. Everything was folded, and most likely searched. He would probably never see that blooding knife again, but he didn't need it anymore.
The trader had little trust for Weyrbred drudges, but he could not confirm the continued presence of his more expensive belongings with red hands. He left the chest in his room and headed back out to the exit. Unath still slept. Other Weyrlings still passed in intermittent spurts. Activities and talk clouded the commons in a miniature pantomime of what would surely be awaiting them all at the Feast. Q'sis hesitated, but eventually allowed his logic to penetrate his experience and departed the room to wash.
When he arrived at the Feast, he was alone in the sense that Unath was still tucked into bed and not fumbling along at his side. The first thing he noticed was that a few of his Weyrlings were not likewise separated, preferring to forgo their dragons' first dreams so the ugly hatchlings could be shown off. Among them was the little girl that had staked out the Bowl race between himself and Xirofel...and her Black. Well, she did share a traitor's Blood. Q'sis found his way to a seat that had not yet been boxed in by other Weyrlings. His deep wine-red tunic lacked sleeves, just like the robe he had been sporting most of the evening. But Q'sis had resumed the luxury of pants, the cooler evening suitable for the dark new wherhide he had acquired for the occasion, and the slick gray boots the legs slid into.
He ate. Of the Junior Weyrleader's speech the only point he found notable was learning under the brilliance that is Chelo. He had been hoping the woman was only some kind of nanny to the hatchlings' first night. He glanced up at R'len when the man prompted a toast. Now there was an idea. Q'sis rose in order to examine the contents of all five pitchers arrayed nearby, grabbing the nearest empty mug. Only none of the pitchers contained anything wine-colored, wine-scented, or wine-related. Q'sis digested that very slowly as he sank back down into his chair.
Ultimately the Tideturner poured himself a mug of klah, regardless of how poorly it accompanied a late dinner. With coils of steam crawling past his face he sat back in his new chair at the Weyrlings' table. An unusual relaxation sat around his eyelids and lips, little Unath's full stomach and dreams of contentment seeping all too easily back into him. Such serenity would surely become necessary tonight.
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Post by Chek on Jul 5, 2011 14:02:16 GMT -5
Though the sturdy little had staunchly tried to stay awake long enough to accompany him to the Feast, L’kie ultimately made an appearance alone, both through his own efforts in pressing his dragon to stay and sleep off his first feeding, and by Oferrath’s inability to walk three steps without drooping in sleepiness.
His sister was waiting in his new room, she and Damask attentively guarding the little blue – L’kie sort of pitied his new roommate, whoever that may be, when they showed up. He certainly wouldn’t be thrilled to find that particular red in his room with no warning if he wasn’t on her good side.
But no, Damask had firmly, almost obsessively, plopped herself down next to the tired hatchling and declared that she and her Damali would be guarding the blue until his return. He couldn’t be indignant over it when it made Oferrath so happy – L’kie was feeling his normal snide abrasiveness was being seriously compromised. And that was why he was making his solitary way to the Feast; maybe he’d manage to resettle himself by the time he returned. And maybe he’d figure out why Damali looked so distressed when Damask had seemed so pleased over little Oferrath, going as far as to state that she liked blue.
He had a cup of klah shoved into his hand as soon as he was through the door, want listened to the speech with mild bemusement, before making his way over to one of the few people he recognized well enough to feel comfortable sitting next to. He settled himself in the seat beside Qu…Q’sis without a word, and sipped his klah thoughtfully. Already, he could feel the almost hysterical joy of his Impression draining away, leaving behind only exhaustion.
He had, after all, been working an Infirmary shift prior to the Hatching, and he distinctly looked it. He spared a sharp nod to Q’sis, regretting his earlier laughter at the other man. In fact…
“My laughter was out of line,” he said quietly, “I was…slightly caught up in the moment.” It was more of an apology than he’d normally give, but Q’sis was a tolerable human being.
He didn’t actually look at Q’sis when he said it, either; instead he was scanning the room, looking for faces he knew – here and there he saw someone he’d had as a patient, but the crowd was really too thick to be sure of more than a few. The girl who he had escorted onto the Sands, the one who had Impressed to the twin of Q’sis’s dragon, was not there – he’d already given her a hand in shifting her new bed until it stood above her tan’s resting place, and from the looks of it, she’d had no intention of leaving her nervous dragon alone.
He was extremely glad he didn’t have to deal with such a high-strung dragon – he felt Oferrath was going to be enough of a handful as it was.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 6, 2011 13:58:38 GMT -5
Q'sis' customary greeting, "Journeyman," arose clearly through the din even though his lips barely separated from his mug of klah. He did not have to look L'kie in the face to confirm who his company was. If nothing else, the wilted red hair in his peripheral view identified the Healer. But the nod at him commanded attention, and Q'sis looked over the other weary bearded Weyrling. His eyes lingered, spying the very notifiers of strain L'kie had taught him to watch for. He processed the apology somewhat after the fact, when he had already turned his gaze back to the feast at large.
"It was a very disappointing shock to me too," the new Tanrider answered with a mischievous smirk. He finished off his mug and refilled it while that notion settled in. Then he canted a brow up at the Bluerider, and elaborated: "Just the one Candidate thoroughly bloodied, and even she was still standing." Q'sis grinned, lifting his shoulders. "And the others sadly minor victims, no challenge at all." He took a sip of the fresh klah, eyeing L'kie. "Not that you should run off to check your peers' workmanship. You're no doubt dying to do so." L'kie's lack of relish in his work was well comprehended by Q'sis by this point, but so was the Journeyman's sense of...duty?
Not quite the right term. It did not adequately describe L'kie's need to see all procedures performed correctly, which in Q'sis' mind was his truer source of drive. "At least the hatchlings came out-- you saw them. Beautiful." None of the big-headed, drooling, gawky infants were beautiful. But they had all been correctly muscular, alert and healthy. Not one had turned on its own kind with any seriousness. And each of them, L'kie and Q'sis, had bonded to one. Impression itself was a wellspring for blind ascriptions of beauty. "They'll be pulling you off those extra rounds so you can tend something more important now," he warned the other.
Q'sis pulled over a plate of herdbeast roast, sipping at his klah one more time before he settled into eating. Normally he preferred wherry, but Unath possessed certain odd influences on him. "Or perhaps just so you can get to know sleep again. It's...important..." The trader's words slowed around a yawn. He blinked over at his klah mug. "Well, that stuff 's worthless," he added sourly. "What's your dragon's name?"
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Jul 7, 2011 11:50:39 GMT -5
Tyta wasn't sure if she ought to bring Arratoth or not. She knew that the Hatching feast would be soon, and the little pink was rather tired, but that didn't change the fact that Tyta was terrified of going it alone. There would be so many people there and what if she got sick? Or what if someone had something that she was scared of? Now that Tyta had Arratoth and some degree of safety from the world around her, Tyta didn't intend to relinquish that safety. The pink dragoness sort of protected her from the world around her, even though she was tired.
Which was how the pinkrider and her small pink had ended up in the Dining Hall together. Tyta chose to sit as far away from the other Weyrlings as possible, one hand resting against Arratoth's side all the while. She was terrified that she'd get sick or run into something that she was afraid, which was practically a given, seeing as Tyta was afraid of just about everything. But Arratoth would give her strength, right? That was why Tyta had brought Arratoth along.
What does human food taste like? [/i] Arratoth peered up at the table and at Tyta's plate, which had very little food on it. Everybody else's had lots of food, though! The people were hungry like Arratoth had been, so why didn't Hers have more food? And why aren't you eating more of it? Does it taste nasty?[/i] It certainly smelled funny. Why would humans eat that weird food? It was black instead of pink like proper meat. Ever curious, Arratoth posed those questions to Hers with a hum. Tyta gave a startled little squeak when Arratoth spoke. "Uh . . . it tastes good, I guess." Tyta muttered, staring at her plate worriedly. What if something on it made her sick? Ooh, her stomach was rumbling really badly. Tyta would have to go see a Healer later for it. What if she was sick? That would be horrible! Tyta poked her stomach gingerly, mentally trying to figure out how many other symptoms she was showing. It was while Tyta was trying to figure out what other symptoms of sicknesses that she was showing that Arratoth rose silently to her feet, shaking herself slightly. The curious pink had two motivators in wandering away from Hers. First off, it would distract Hers from worrying about things, and second of all, Arratoth was curious. She wanted to know everything about the world, and right then, Tyta definitely wasn't teaching her anything. Arratoth ended approaching a blackpair - B'an and Wujith. I am Arratoth.[/i] She introduced herself smoothly, barely waiting before continuing, tail flicking like a feline's. What does your human's food taste like?[/i] Arratoth queried of the black curiously. She wanted to know more![/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by matsi on Jul 7, 2011 17:53:48 GMT -5
B’an was sitting at a table with a few other people, listening, and besides the occasionally burst of laughter, was silent. His plate was piled high with food, his tiny canine, Lupita, was in his lap, and Wujith sat behind him with his head also on his lap next to the nervous body of the canine. B’an could feel the two forms, and occasionally pet each one. Lupita would wiggle closer into the chest of her owner, while Wujith would let out a dreamy hum. He was so sleepy, oh yes, so sleepy, but this place, it was so wonderful. So wonderful, with odd little things everywhere. Like the creature in the lap of His. His told him that the creature was a canine, and named Lupita. But, Wujith didn’t really understand it. Not that it mattered. The most wonderful things were not understood!
Deep in his hole of thoughts, Wujith didn’t even notice the pink that approached him and His. When she spoke, the black didn’t flinch, though his eyes showed a slight hint of surprise as he turned his head to look at her. He listened to her, not saying anything as cloudy thoughts drifted around her voice in his mind. Arratoth. What a horrible name! Oh how he loved it! It was almost as horrible as his own, and as His.
Your name is almost as horrible as mine. How lovely. He said in a dreamy tone to the pinkling. Wonder danced in his eyes.
His food? The food of mine? It is wonderful! Oh so wonderful! But, not for me. No blood. No juices. No movement. Actually… It is not wonderful. No wonder to it. Nothing good to it. Mine likes it though. Makes Him grow. The Black’s eyes smoothed to a mellow color as he looked at the pink.
B’an twisted on his seat to look at his black, and smiled as he let his hand run down the dragonet’s neck.
”Making friends?” He asked. Wujith hummed slightly, shooting His a glance.
Wouldn’t it be interesting if a pink was brown, and a brown was pink? Wujith asked both His, and the pink that was in front of him. B’an only chuckled, shaking his head, and turned back around. Wujith was pleased with himself, for he could feel the mind of His fumbling over what he had just said. Simply, the black turned back to the pink.
Do you know what makes us the same as humans? he asked her, his voice had no tone change to it as he asked.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Jul 9, 2011 21:17:59 GMT -5
Arratoth was torn between being annoyed by the black's words and lashing out at the black and being amused by him. He was calling his own name horrible, so perhaps he didn't mean it as an insult. Curling her tail slightly, Arratoth contented herself with being curious, as she always was in her response. Our names are horrible and that is . . . lovely? [/i] Arratoth was interested in the black. She wanted to understand him, to know him. Then again, Arratoth wanted to know everything about the world. This black, Wujith, he was part of the world, Arratoth figured, and rather interesting at that. When Wujith answered Arratoth's question, the pink tilted her head a bit, looking for all the world like a curious cat. Wonderful, but not wonderful to us, then?[/i] Arratoth queried, trying to get a straight answer out of the black, Is Yours small? Does he need to grow?[/i] Arratoth asked of the black, He is larger than Mine.[/i] Did that mean that Hers was small? Ooh, Arratoth just wanted to know everything. Wujith's next words only confused Arratoth. How do we know that brown isn't already pink and that pink isn't brown?[/i] Arratoth countered Wujith's words with a draconic version of a smile, looking pleased with herself. However, being pleased with herself lasted for only seconds. The black was already turning towards Arratoth, posing another question to the pink hatchling. Arratoth ignored the fact that she was exhausted in favor of paying sharp attention to the black that stood before her, question after question escaping him. It made her think. He was an . . . interesting black, Arratoth decided as she looked him up and down, taking her time in answering the black. No clever retort came to mind for the moment, which was a first for the witty pink. She contented herself with responding simply, What?[/i] Arratoth asked of the black dragonet. Tyta, meanwhile, remained plastered against her seat, terrified now that Arratoth was gone. What if Arratoth caught something? Dalibor's Healers weren't all that good, Tyta knew. They continually insisted that Tyta wasn't sick, no matter how many symptoms she displayed. So what if Arratoth caught something and Dalibor's Healers couldn't help the pink? That would leave Tyta all alone, just like she was right then! And Tyta was terrified of being alone. She didn't want to be alone. A soft whimper escaped the weyrling and Tyta stared at her plate, heart pounding in her chest. What if she was sick? Or Arratoth? The pink's mind brushed against Tyta's in that moment, the pink feeling the panic through their bond and reaching out to Hers. Come over here,[/i] Arratoth bespoke Hers, humming softly, comfort washing from the pink to Tyta. Tyta squeaked loudly, remaining frozen for a long moment before she gingerly decided to get up. Most of it was driven by the fact that Tyta was terrified of being left alone. What if Arratoth decided that she liked the black that she was conversing with more than her rider? Or what if Arratoth got sick? Worries whirled through Tyta's mind as she slowly made her way over to the black and his rider, plate carried gingerly before her. When Hers reached them, Arratoth hummed again, That is TytaMine,[/i] She informed the black before focusing on Hers, Eat, Mine.[/i] Arratoth said softly, Food will make you grow.[/i] The pink nodded firmly, watching as Hers sat down gingerly at the table, glancing cautiously at the blackrider. "H-hello." Tyta muttered softly, focusing her gaze firmly on the plate.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Chek on Jul 20, 2011 12:21:46 GMT -5
L'kie snorted, relaxing minutely beside Q'sis and pulling over a plate of his own even as he fought back a yawn, “A shock, yes. But really, can you call yourself disappointed? She looked to have excellent conformation from what I saw of her, and she seemed obedient enough. That should please you.” The last was said with a thin little smile, L'kie glancing at his table mate with genuine amusement written on his face.
The redhead took another deep drink of his klah, fighting even harder now to stay awake, “I actually did, in fact, take a discreet look at the weyrlings that were injured – Calmera, the new orangerider? The one who was...shall we say, swatted? Damali and she have a mutual dislike, so I felt obligated to make sure she would continue to distract the pest from troubling me.” L'kie knew Q'sis would understand the value of keeping his wherhandler sister distracted by other people, “And yes – this hatching went very, very well. One dud, and it made up for by the twins?” He nodded in acknowledgement to Q'sis at the mention of the twins, “A very good Hatching, considering what I've heard of the last one.”
L'kie yawned again, raking a hand through his hair, looking as thoughtful as a near asleep on his feet Journeyman could, “I've been pulled off all my rotations for the time being. I won't be back on again until my blue is able to feed himself.” He shook his head, obviously disgusted with the thought of all that free, wasted time. “I just hope that whoever gets my station for the time being is not entirely incompetent.”
Also displeased with how ineffective the klah was, L'kie reached into his ever-present satchel and pulled forth a small vial. “Offerath is my blue,” he answered as he slipped a single drop of the mild concentrated version of the stimulant into his klah, taking a quick drink and grimacing, but immediately looking a touch more alert, “And your lady, Q'sis?”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 20, 2011 13:21:11 GMT -5
"Disappointed? In the dragon?" Q'sis replied in a wondering tone, eyebrows arched. Apparently L'kie had missed his humor. That was normal for the Journeyman, and Q'sis would have let it pass had his hatchling not been involved. "No, Healer, disappointed there was only one truly dramatic carcass to patch up in the lot." He thunked his fork into a slice of roast so hard it clinked against the plate beneath the meat, pink juices haloing the site in an oily puddle. "The dragon is perfect." Q'sis slipped the slice into his mouth and chewed through it with visible relish.
He spun the end of his fork in lieu of talking with his mouth full, waiting till he had swallowed the bite down. "Did you notice they mostly tore at the girls? They didn't like the girls. Especially that Green. Tasia's." Q'sis' features lost some of their levity. He cut up a few more roast pieces as he spoke, sluggish delivery suggesting he was contemplating what he said even as the words emerged. "If only they had gone after them a little more, there might be good cause to leave all those girls at home next time."
The Tan Weyrling took another piece and his fork completed additional impatient rotations while he ate. But whatever he had meant to say departed as L'kie noted his sister's relation to the most-injured of the new dragonriders. He had not been as vocal about his thoughts on Damali since Damask Hatched, and now only flicked a sympathetic glance to the ever-suffering L'kie while he busied himself with his food.
The ex-trader's cheek twitched at the appearance and use of the stimulant, but he neither offered an opinion nor asked for a loan of the elixir. "Unath." He pulled over a plate of fruits, investigating the depths of the colorful medley with a clean utensil rather than his hand. "I didn't ask about the other one," he muttered. "I'll have to..." That idea was only coalescing now. With the food weighing down his stomach he could actually think. And now that he thought of it, the other Tan had been acting oddly. Shy. She had to be shepherded to her destination. Q'sis tried to recall more of how the twins' behavior just after they split their shared egg, but he had not paid them much attention after he figured their color.
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Post by Gray on Jul 24, 2011 18:09:40 GMT -5
You are being foolish Tasiamine. There is nothing down there for you. You should stay with your Ercuth. They are ugly. I know this. Stay with me, they do not deserve to see you. The soft growl that was Ercuth's mental voice filled her mind, though there was a sleepy softness to it. Tasia was still getting use to it all. She still was a bit surprised the rather violent green had chose her. They would make a good team though. Even if it killed her.
I want to go and eat. You have eaten your fill you gluttonous beast. I have not. She placed her hands on her hips, staring down the green. With a snort, Ercuth curled up on her couch.
Fine. You go mingle with the ugly ones. I will stay here. If any of the hurt you though, I will shred them! The small green flexed her claws in what she thought was a threatening manner, her eyes whirling a bit.
Tasia simply nodded and turned her back to the dragon.
Sleep well Ercuth. With that she went down to the dining hall. Her eyes swept over those who had gathered, but quickly focused on the food. Striding over, she picked up a plate and loaded it with food.
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Lyr hadn't impressed, but she was still happy, as if she had. Fel had impressed! She was so excited for her roommate. After laying Kida down for the night, she went to the Dinning Hall, for watching impressions was hungry business! Plus, she wanted to congratulate people.
Picking up a plate, she gathered a bit of food and looked through the crowd. Searching over the crowd, she was quick to spy the younger girl. Walking over, she sat down with a big smile.
“Oh Fel! Congratulations I am sooo happy for you!” Clasping her hand over her mouth, Lyr laughed a bit. She hadn't meant to be so loud. Oops. |
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Post by Boo on Jul 25, 2011 19:22:35 GMT -5
Fel watched as a couple of others entered the Feast. People she knew she would have to work with over the ensuing turns. She looked down at Dhanuth and grinned. All other dreams she had ever considered were now utterly pushed from her mind. No longer would she consider going back to the caravan for she was a Dragonrider of Pern. With Dhanuth she would show just how wonderful and strong she could be.
For Dhanuth, of course, it was easier to understand what was happening in His’ mind. She was still young that she could not block all her thoughts from him so, naturally, whatever she considered he understood almost immediately. He knew, of course, that there were some pairs that would block thoughts from one another but he and Fel were strong together. They needed none of that. Happiness and excitement was all he felt through their bond at that moment with a sharp spike as Fel began waving at someone excitedly.
“Lyr! Thank you so much! This is Dhanuth. Dhanuth, this is Lyr! I’m sorry that we won’t be Weyrlings together but I will watch from the stands next time and you will impress I just know it!”
The determination in her tone was so set that it was almost as though she would force a dragon to impress her friend. With Lyr impressing a dragon she could have a friend to soar through the skies with! There were a few others in her Weyrling class whom she could probably get along with. Pash was one of them, she hoped.
Upon being introduced Dhanuth inclined his head towards Lyr, the happiness he felt from Fel whirling in his eyes.
She is a friend?
She is… was my roommate! She’s awesome!
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C’ian nodded to the ironweyrling and smiled, his face stuffed with food. He couldn’t exactly reply straight away and, perhaps somewhere, his manners told him he should probably take smaller bites. Finishing what he had eaten he decided he should probably also introduce himself. Shirath was too busy eying the iron with a sultry expression to notice much else.
“I’m Cor… C’ian and this is Shirath.”
Why yes I am. I tried to search for the most beautiful, interesting person on the sands after failing to find the most beautiful dragon, for he had already left.
Shirath winked once more at Baihujinth and flicked his tail from side to side in what he evidently thought was a flirty manner. In truth, he only managed to knock a plate off the table and the cutlery from C’ian’s hands. The purple had eyes only for the iron before him, however, and did not divert his attention for even a moment.
C’ian looked about in some surprise as the cutlery was knocked from his hands. He laughed, good-humouredly and merely grabbed some from the place beside him when he was certain nobody was looking.
“Threadfall huh? That’ll be a riot eh? Well, no need to worry about it if we play our games right.”
He wasn’t too worried about Thread. Pern had survived this many turns so, naturally, it could survive a few more if they only kept up with some traditions. Of course, that also meant he would have to pay attention in classes.
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Post by RhiaBlack on Jul 26, 2011 10:37:50 GMT -5
Zeke speared a piece of wherry with his fork - he held his a bit differently than most. He hadn't exactly been the sort to focus on etiquette, after all, though he managed. It was popped into his mouth as C'ian spoke, and he chewed with relish and a nod. Proper as he could, he managed to swallow and not speak with his mouth full. That much had been drilled into his head by his mother, and he subconsciously grabbed Bai's nose as the Iron attempted to swipe another piece of roast from His' plate.
No.
Mine, I just-
You ask. Ya don't steal. Stealin', even from me, is wrong. Had t'teach Kee that, gonna have to teach you, too, looks like.
Mine, may I please have a piece?
That's better.
Zeke speared the attempted piece of roast with his fork, offering it towards the Iron, who was careful not to bite into the metal, only the meat. He sat back silently, and made short work of it.
Thank you, Mine.
You're welcome. See what happens, you get manners?
Bai nodded, and Z'dyn turned his attention back to C'ian.
"Don't feel bad. Had t'teach mine t'watch himself, relative t'ever'body else in here. They'll grow inta it, I fig're. Seen the same thing from foals an' such back at the Hold. Gangly at first, better's they get older. Lookin' forward t'classes too? I know seems a bit soonish, but never start too early, ask me. Not with Thread so close. Earlier we get up there, better."
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Post by Chek on Jul 28, 2011 14:06:45 GMT -5
L'kie waved one had negligently, denying the accusation of draconic disappointment in Q'sis, " I meant... Hmm. I'm not even sure where I was going with that any longer. Pity. I know I found it amusing." Pulling his belt knife, he began idly peeling and quartering a plump fruit pulled from a nearby bowl, already feeling the concentrated klah working it's magic, "I don't doubt for a moment you are full pleased with your Unath." He too, after all, knew the feeling of Impression, so he had a goodly idea how well pleased with the tan Q'sis was.
L'kie ate his fruit, listening blandly to the Harpers, before responding to Q'sis other comments mildly, "There seemed to be more girls on the Sands for the hatchlings to choose from, or so it seemed to me. It only makes sense that more of them were injured." L'kie's tone was mostly noncommittal, but there was a touch of reproach in his next words, "If those girls hadn't been on the Sands, we likely would have lost many hatchlings. Personal beliefs aside, surely you aren't suggesting girls stay home at the cost of dragons? Not in the last turn of the Interval, when we need every dragonman and dragonwoman we can get."
He wiped his knife clean of fruit juice and speared a piece of roast wherry, chewing thoughtfully, musing aloud between bites, "Casualties will be high, especially in the first turn while the riders learn to fly the Falls. What a grim thought, to know that half our class won't likely see as much as the middle of the Pass." He laughed shortly, and returned his attention to Q'sis.
"The other tanrider is a girl named Valha - Damali insisted the girl escort me onto the Sands. I helped her move her bed before leaving the barracks," L'kie grimaced as he took another drink of his modified klah, "Her tan is Mith. Shy little thing, seemed scared of her own shadow. I take it you plan to have words?"
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Post by matsi on Jul 28, 2011 14:32:32 GMT -5
Oh, Wujith liked this pink! Her responses were so wild, so wild that they were clearly false! Oh, silly pinkling! Amusement danced through the black’s wide eyes as he watched the pink. He tried to envision her larger, and brown in color, but still a female with the same personality. Oh how ugly that would be! Amazing!
Silly pink. Pink is pink for it is the color your hide is. Brown is brown just as black is what I am, Wujith spoke softly, not inflection to his words. There were so many uncertainties, which were great, but color was the only certainty! He would never be a bronze, because he was a black! Black was always black.
Aren’t we just wonderfully boring? He crooned out as he looked at the approaching pink weyrling rider. His eyes blinked in a dreamy manner, and he fell completely silent as he watched her. Silently, he thought about the question he had just asked the pinkling. Even as she introduced Hers.
B’an, Pinkling’s Own has horrible name too! Wujith’s head bent back to look at His, upside down, then looked back at Arratoth.
I don’t know yet. But I think it has something to do with fire, Wujith beamed for a moment, proud of his new answer to why they were similar to humans. There had to be a brilliant explanation for how they were similar. It would be his goal to figure it out too. But, there was plenty of time for that, even he knew that.
B’an had kept listening to Wujith, more of for the fact that he wasn’t used to hearing the dragonet’s voice yet, and couldn’t help but grin at a few of the comments. He particularly loved how Wujith kept calling the pink Pinkling. It was quite an unique way to think of the young pink dragonet.
Wujith’s comment about the “pinklings own” made B’an turn in his seat and look at the approaching weyrling. He slid over some, earning a groan from Lupita, but making some room for the new pink rider.
”Hello there and congrats!” B’an said happily as the pink weyrling sat down.
”What an amazing day, don’t you think!?” B’an was happy, not to mention tired, which ended up making a slap happy weyrling. The fact that Wujith’s foggy, odd thoughts kept creeping into his own just added to his slap-happy mood.
”I am Bry….B’an…B’an is my name now,” He had to stop and think slightly about how his name had been changed from Bryan to B’an now.
Bryan was not wonderful. B’an is so horrible, its wonderful! We are both horribly wonderful! Wujith added into B’an’s mind for a split second, before going back to just looking at the pink with wild thoughts of mutating her.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 2, 2011 12:31:26 GMT -5
Q'sis' reception of the Bluerider's argument played itself out in an uneventful quiet wherein he picked clean a redfruit and then checked his hands for stains. Enough food had been thrown on him by his hatchling tonight; there was no reason to ruin himself after he had gone through the trouble of washing that mess off and changing into his Gather best.
"Not at the cost of dragons," he admitted finally, dragging over another plate with a few bubbly pies stacked on it. After the chill of the redfruit against his tongue, the warmer mix of berries and sweetener within the pies would be a welcome change. At first Q'sis moved only one onto his plate. Then he eyed the size of it and reached over to pull the other three off the serving dish. The golden-brown top of each pie he slit open with his knife, the blue-and-red berry melt inside wafting its thick scent into the air. "It would be a simple matter to acquire enough boys to make up for the loss of the girls."
The steam floating out of the cut pies reported they were not yet congenial to eating, but Q'sis was already quartering the first with his fork anyway. The pie was generously portioned, and would have fit into the palm of his massive hand if he took it off the plate. He stuck a piece in his mouth and the heat stung his tongue, then made way for the texture and tang of pie crust and berries. "Besides," the trader continued, his sentences patchwork between bites of pie. "A few more like that Unath and we'll only need them for the queens." Q'sis swallowed and then laughed, though it was not clear if he thought his own words a joke, or Unath his personal jester, or if the joy implicit in mentioning his new dragon's name was prone to sending him into uncontrolled displays of mirth.
Two and a half pies later, he smiled with more appreciation than giddiness at the tip. "Valha," he repeated, committing the name to memory. L'kie's grimace was duly noted, though Q'sis recognized that there were not many people that earned better from the healer. Still, was the expression for Valha...or Damali? "Yes," he answered, then raised his eyebrows. "Why, is she trouble?" He finished off the bubbly pies, blinking slowly. "Mmh." The new Tanrider shook his head. "I will find out myself I suppose. I need to...get back to Unath." Fully fed and lacking the added stimulant L'kie had sampled, Q'sis could feel sleep slipping over him like a thick layer of bedfurs. He was not about to slump over the table when he had an infant to guard. "Good night, Lo-- L'kie. Congratulations. Give my regards to Oferrath." With a final annoyed glance to spare at those who had paraded their dragonets into the dining hall, Q'sis departed for the comfort of his Tan, and his new home.
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Post by claire on Aug 5, 2011 14:46:43 GMT -5
Drakeith had elected to stay in their newly assigned quarters in the weyrling barracks, declaring that he was entirely to sleepy and well-fed to be bothered with his irritating clutchsiblings. Varan - or Va'an, rather, and wasn't that going to take some getting used to - was grateful, truth be told. The new addition to his mind had thrown him off balance. The Viridian's casual haughtiness and abrasive nature were utterly unlike anything he'd ever had in his head before, and in all honesty he wasn't really sure quite how to deal with it yet. Of course he was confident that he would figure it out. But in the meantime, if he was to be interacting with the world at large, he would be more comfortable doing it alone.
If being alone was even a possibility any more. Even now, separated by physical distance and with Drakeith dozing, he could still feel the shape of the dragonet's dreams at the back of his mind. It was going to be strange, never being alone in his own head.
With a mental shrug he reached for a platter of roast wherry, taking a few drumsticks. Drakeith might have been well fed but apparently that was not one of the more transferable sensations. He was ravenous. Any problem could be better faced after a decent meal. "The kitchens did well getting all this ready so fast," he commented, addressing the remark to the table as a whole.
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Post by princesal on Aug 8, 2011 15:07:11 GMT -5
His mind still reeling from the hatching, the newly dubbed W'lin was hesitant to step into the dining hall. He knew that everyone should attend, but really he just wanted to go back to his room, gather up Nality, and his things and move into his new room. He was nervous about attending this feast, and he didn't know why. Maybe it was simply because he had no idea where to sit, maybe because he thought he had made a bit of a fool of himself. Or maybe it was that when he was standing there, having just impressed, no one... "stupid..."
You are not stupid, W'lin. I wouldn't have chosen you if you were stupid, or did stupid things like the rest of these idiots. We will attend now and make sure that my siblings don't act foolish, you will eat, perhaps you will even talk to one of the other idiots, and perhaps...
W'lin detected a hint of caring in Chyurath's voice, and his pale eyes looked over at the recently hatched dragon, dark eyebrows disappearing underneath his hairline as they rose. A hint of a smile showed up on his lips as the perpetually scary faced dragon huffed and snorted, his tail whipping out to gently knock at Wessy's back of his knees.
Just go eat dinner, and stop making your lips turn like that!
Not able to hold back the chuckle of laughter, W'lin felt a lot better walking into the dining hall, and as soon as he looked around, his stomach fell out. He had the distinct feeling that people had already grouped together, and were talking, he would have gone to talk to Delilah, but she seemed preoccupied... and he hadn't gotten an answer from the person he had finally gotten up enough courage to congratulate. Wessy felt disjointed, and finally he took the nearest seat, and listened to the speech.
Gulping loudly at their class name, that made him nervous, Tideturners, they turned the tide. What if they didn't though? What if they got into the sky to fight the thread and they failed? No pressure, right?
I've changed my mind, you are an idiot, or you have some extremely stupid moment. If you are going to continue this, I will bite you no matter what consequence it brings to me.
Turning to look at his dragon quickly, he scowled at him, and that fear for a moment was gone. He knew by the young Iron's smug look that what he had intended to do had succeeded. Shaking his head, he slouched, and wished that he had just stayed away. Looking up at the rest of the weyrlings, he could feel his Iron examining through his eyes, and wondered if they met his expectations.
Pfft... barely.
"heh..." A bit of a laughter, but he didn't tell anyone else the joke.
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Post by Admin on Aug 28, 2011 18:40:50 GMT -5
How long did we all think this all would last?
Who could have counted days as they flew past?
But before we go, sing us a song.
Sing us a song to hum through the hours of dying.
W'al enjoyed a party, but he had mainly come to the feast to supervise. It was the junior weyrlings' first night as young dragonriders-in-training. They didn't know better, but he would be there as a nice reminder that they were there to be responsible, not to party. Big difference between celebrating the wonder of Impression and partying. The latter involved alcohol, which was, curiously, absent from the tables where the weyrlings had been so lovingly sat. There wasn't much alcohol at all, because they weren't supposed to have it. They would be thankful of it in the morning when they had to get up before most of them likely wanted, or if their dragons decided they were done with sleeping at two in the morning. Chelo was there too, but he figured it couldn't hurt to hang out, drink some klah. Most of the older weyrlings knew better. Most. He gave Fahra a wave.
The greenweyrling returned the gesture, grinning at him. She knew that he knew that she was not the best behaved of the weyrlings, but hey, she was pretty well-behaved! She didn't murder anyone or maim anyone. She didn't even pull THAT many pranks and she was nice to him, minimal undermining of authority! Drinking wasn't any fun anyway, so she wasn't going to do that and what else could she even remotely get up? It wasn't like she could make-out with someone in front of a room full of the Weyr's leaders. Besides that, Eriputh was watching and she wanted chaos, not something boring and obvious. She wasn't overly interested in hatchings, but large group gatherings where she could cause trouble were right up her alley. Who do you think will be good for a little fun? Eriputh inquired as she lounged outside, peering curiously into her rider's mind.
I don't know. It was a very exciting evening though, wasn't it? Plenty of chaos without you or I; Fahra drawled, stretching her neck and peering over a few heads in the general direction of Q'sis. No one had ever told tans that they couldn't Impress boys. Or be twins. They were so adorably dopey and sweet, like Eriputh's sister Demeth. Good for them, causing drama without even knowing what they were doing. Of course, sociopolitical drama wasn't really exciting for Fahra. She was more looking for some weyrling-sized fun, even if her green was far from liable to mind potentially injuring a few people to get her desired entertainment. Wish I'd actually gone to the hatching; Fahra sighed. The pair had decided they had better things to do with a free evening; turns out they had been wrong. Now what to do, what to do? With Eriputh there with her, she surveyed the hall.
Weyrlings, weyrlings, weyrlings everywhere! P'nay watched the children and less childreny children ambling around the hall. Where were all the adults? R'len definitely didn't count; authority figures made him blanchy. R'ish had denied to come. He never did anything anymore; it was so boring. But P'nay was supposed to be good. Sighing, the yellowrider leaned his head on one hand and swirled the cup of klah in his other hand. Shouldn't flirt, shouldn't drink, it wasn't looking like it would be a very exciting evening. Maybe he'd just call it an early night, even though he'd had high hopes for a good party to celebrate the hatching. Look, look, look at all the little ones! Annith was glowing; she loved hatchings. Her cheer made P'nay smile into his cup as he took a sip of his klah. Would be sad if he went to bed before Annith, wouldn't it? He'd stay up til she decided to sleep.
Who would have though it'd come as such a show?
A pink and silver day, who was to know?
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