Festive Flouncy Festivities {Feast}

[Admin]

Homecoming, I’m coming,
My sweet mistake,
Summer’s over, hope it’s not too late,
I’m pacing, impatient,
Up in my head,
Taken back to the sidewalk where we met.

Among the first to have left the hatching, Annith touched down lightly in front of the dining hall. For a moment, her rider didn't move. He was still laughing, having somehow found the entire hatching completely hilarious after a certain point. After a few moments, P'nay finally managed to get control of himself and drew in a deep breath. He was making a fool of himself! But, then, he was a fool! He took another deep breath, just to make sure he wasn't going to end up laughing anymore, and wiped the little tears that had began to form in the corners of his eyes. Letting out a puff of air, he slipped nimbly of his beautiful, yellow dragon's back and swaggered into the hall with his thumbs jammed into his pocket. Behind him, Annith took off, but headed for the lip of the bowl rather than her weyr. The dragons would be celebrating the hatching and talking, just as their riders and the guests would.

There weren't very many people there yet, just a few souls, other riders who'd made an early exit with him. Normally, the yellowrider liked to arrive fashionably late, but no one really cared at a hatching feast. Anyone who was anyone in the area was allowed to come, and they all got there early and stayed late. Well, except for the weyrlings who decided to come, because they had a bedtime. They also weren't allowed to drink any of the fabulous wine the Weyrwoman had authorized for the event. Sucks for them. Grinning wickedly already, he went to grab a glass of the Benden from one of the weyrfolk who was assigned to serve the multitude of people who would soon be filling up the dining hall.

The delicious smell of what was to come greeted his nose and his belly gave a rumble. Given the fair sized amount of eggs and the general time it just takes for every single one to hatch and Impress, it was no longer morning but early afternoon. He'd only gotten up in time to show up to the cheering, wonderful event, so he was now very hungry. People would be coming soon and then the food would be produced, and he might just be a bit distracted then. There were several people he very much wished to meet with once the feast, though it was more likely to end up as a party, was well underway. R'ish, maybe even Hustafer, if the wherhandler came out of the dark corridors where those folk lurked, and Flaet, wait, that'd be F'let. Oh, and Felicia, if she came, who was another of the candidates he knew who had Impressed at the hatching.

Sipping the glass of wine he had, which was good as was promised, he stopped in his wandering and stared at it thoughtfully for a few moments, having nothing else to engage his attention and very carefully considering something. His consideration came to an end when he just choose to down the rest of the glance of wine. If he didn't do that now, he'd have to try doing it later, and the last thing he wanted to do was seem like a drunkard in front of anyone that matter. Even if, for tonight, he was going to probably end up looking like that. Gracefully stealing a second glandd from a server while returning the other, he danced away before the young man could do so more than glare at the early rider. Enjoying another sip so he could actual savor the taste of the amazing wine, he took a seat for now as the harper's begin to quietly play a song.

I’m coming home, I’m coming home,
Did you take off while I was gone?
I missed it all, I messed you up, I missed you,
I’m coming home, I wanna know,
When all the leaves begin to fall,
If I’m falling, falling apart for you.

[Kila]

Duilios was also one of the first to arrive to the Feast. Upon the last impression, a Green to a rather surprised-looking boy, he had rose and exited the Hatching Cavern before the masses in the Stands had swarmed forth. He had not dallied- wasting no time in congratulating Weyrlings he did not know. It was fortunate he had been on the first tier of the Stands, though he would have expected no less, for being caught in the crowd would have tested his nerves.

The sententious Lord Holder felt spurned by the results of the event. Two Kings and neither had looked his way. They were pathetic- poor excuses for real Kings of Pern. He had needed to be able to stride alone across the Weyrbowl, the physical activity setting his flow of blood straight again. His head cleared and his inwardly composure returned. In truth, he raged, thinking his worth undermined. In his outer appearance, however, he seemed just as becoming as usual. Dressed in his finery, his hair slicked back perfectly, and his royal charm in place- a facade as perfect as Fajra's guarded calm- he entered the Dining Hall.

He too went straight for the wine. Picking up a glass of fine Benden, he sipped it absentmindedly, only vaguely tasting it's finery. Now that he was here and calm, he had only to wait for people to begin to arrive. This, as everything, was a networking opportunity, even if he didn't feel like it. The girl who impressed the Gold he would have to congratulate, for she may somehow fit into his future plans. The rest? Well, they would have to give some show of their worth.

[lysita]

After having fed Dellauouth and getting the black settled into one of the stone couches in the weyrling barracks, Felicia hurried to find suitable clothing for the hatching feast. She didn't want to be turning up in her candidate robe, so she quickly sortd through her clothes until she found the one dress she had that was worthy of such a feast. Once getting changed into the dress, she brushed her hair and did it into a fancy braid. Only then, once she thought herself presentable enough, did she head for the dining hall and the hatching feast. As soon as she entered the dining hall she immediately spotted P'nay and casually made her way over. Unsure of anything to say she lightly cleared her throat to announce her presence.

[kia]

Lynx showed up to the feast rather quickly. Because Gneith had been the first to Impress, it was easy to get her to sleep before all the others. Though Gneith had wanted to play before Lynx had to leave her, Lynx convinced the Green that they would play later after a good night`s sleep. Gneith finally conceeded and curled up in her cot next to Lynx`s newest cot. They were finally moved to the Weyrling barracks. Lynx was still praising Faranth that she had Impressed. But now that Gneith was asleep, Lynx tried to touch the dragon`s mind. All she saw was colors. Blue and greens. It must mean she was happy at the moment. As she entered the dining hall, Lynx had several things on her mind. Having Impressed a Green was definate proof that she was flirt. But Greens Rose more often than Golds, didn't they? Lynx would hope that eventually, in the future, Gneith and her would be able to settle down with the one partner that truly cared about. The other thing that prevaded her mind was K`ber, L`van, and T`zar. K`ber and L`ven recieved King colors. And T`zar Impressed a Green. She truly had interests in all three men. She wanted to get to know them better. And deep down, she really did like all three. But how would T`zar respond to her now that he Impressed a Green?

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O`ris was a little embarassed about having to dress nicely. All he had was old Miner outfits. So, he tried to clean them up and make them look good. But people would still think he was a Miner. Giving Rhyolith a last look to make sure she was still asleep, O`ris finally left the barracks for the dining hall for the fest. Since his Impression, he had been trying not to think of certain things around Rhyloith. He loved her so much. But it questioned himself. What was he? Did he secretly like guys? While he never resent guys with guys, the opportunity of a guy hitting on him had never occured. But he did like girls. Shards! And speaking of girls, Avalle! He had realized as he stood on the Sands that he liked her. But she had Impressed a Gold! A Gold! It would be so weird with him crushing on a GoldRider while he was just a CyanRider. He stopped before entering the dining halls. What could he do or say to her now? There would be no chance. Other guys, those who were better suited and her league now, would be flirting with her. And that made him jealous. He was about ready to just turn away and forget it. He could not show his face to her ever again he felt. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Suddenly, there was a chirp and something heavy, but still light, on his shoulder. He glancd up to see Lira staring at him, her eyes orange as if she was in pain. She must have returned from hunting to find him here, sad and upset. She nuzzled up to him, trying to convince him that it was okay. That he and that girl he liked could still be friends like the day they had met. And then, out of selfishness, Lira praised O`ris that he had not Impressed a Green dragon. Rhyolith was okay, but that was because she was more blue than anything. But O`ris still stood there, not really feeling motivated anymore. He loved Rhyolith. Never wanted to give her up. She was one of the best things to happen to her. He just felt like he could never show himself to Avalle again.

(( O`ris is one of my favorite chars because of his moods and quietness. He is... odd. ))

[kyrillion]

Though Ripariath was loathe to leave his new rider and had at first insisted on accompanying Kyril to the feast, it hadn't taken much effort on her part to convince him to get some sleep, instead. Though he'd claimed he wasn't at all tired, the little blue had fallen deeply asleep just as soon as they'd reached the weyrling barracks and picked out a room. It was only then that Kyril realized that she would probably be expected to dress up for the event - and that she didn't own anything that remotely met those criteria. She supposed it couldn't be helped, though - selecting an old Smith outfit, one that wasn't covered in soot or dotted through with burns, she threw it on hastily and ran a hand through her hair which, no surprise, didn't seem to be cooperating, either.

She hadn't given much thought to having Impressed a blue, but now that things had calmed down, she realized the implications of the fact. It worried her, a bit, until she realized that there had been quite a few cross-Impressions at the Hatchings. And cross-Impressions didn't always reflect the... preferences of their riders, did they? She didn't think so - it certainly wasn't the case with her, anyway. She wasn't usually an optimist, per se, but she found that there wasn't a thing that seemed to be able to put a damper on her mood - she was even looking forward to the feast. Sort of.

Lingering in the doorway, she cast one last look at the snoozing blue before heading for the Dining Hall, a small smile on her face. She hadn't really ever been one for parties, but she couldn't deny that she was hungry, and now that the Weyr had truly become her home she figured it would be practical to get to know its other residents - her fellow junior weyrlings, especially.

There were already quite a few people gathered, she noted as she stepped into the warmly-lit room. Her senses were immediately beset by the delightful aroma of cooking food, and she was reminded again that she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast - and even then, her meal had been interrupted by the start of the Hatching.

Casting about, she saw a few familiar faces - fellow former-candidates, and whatnot - but no one she knew particularly well. Finding a mostly-empty table, she sat down and simply watched. She was more an observer than a talker, anyway, and from her seat she'd have a good view of the entrance, and of most of the cavern. With that settled, she sat back to enjoy the show, and tried to ignore the emptiness in her stomach.

[Nia]

Avalle stayed in her room for a while, staring at herself in the looking metal, trying to evaluate the dress she'd picked. It was a nice, amber-gold color to match Callistath, and she thought it looked good on her. It was almost embarassing, though. She really didn't wear dresses too often and as Callistath had said, there were certainly going to be people looking at her. She had to make sure she looked her best! Her hair was half up, half down in a sort of formal style, rather than just laying straight down like she usually had it. You should put your hair like that more often, Mine. It makes you look very sophisticated,

[/i] Callistath had commented, but Avalle laughed in response. "No... it's way too formal for everyday wear," she dismissed, turning herself around to look at her reflection some more.

Okay, she wasn't THAT vain, and she got bored of looking at herself fairly quick. With one final spin she decided it was fine. Checking to make sure that Callistath was settling comfortably down to sleep, she decided she was all set to leave. It didn't take her all too long to arrive at the Dining Hall, and Avalle glanced around nervously as she entered, adjusting her dress in slight embarassment. She didn't really know anyone.... A few of those people that she didn't know offered their congratulations before moving on and thankfully Avalle was used to this by now so she didn't blush profoundly at every comment. It felt odd to be recognized by people she'd never seen before, but it was also very flattering.

Now she just had to seek out someone she knew. In truth, there really weren't too many people there, so it wasn't hard to spot O'ris out of the crowd. But she hesitated before walking over. Did he want to talk to her? He, well, he'd Impressed a Cyan. That was a female dragon. Maybe he hadn't really been, er, flirting with her that one time, and she'd just gotten mixed up. Either way, standing around being awkwardly congratulated was not what she wanted to do, especially not at a party, so she decided to go see him. Still slightly hesitating, she noticed a sudden sound near her ear and added weight to her neck; Yulari had betweened back from where she had fallen asleep on Callistath, and was now calmly resting in her usual place around Avalle's neck. Well, she matched the girl's dress and of course Avalle didn't mind.

With assistance from Yulari, she finally walked over to O'ris. "Um, hey!" she greeted him, wondering if she should try and be more formal or something now. Callistath certainly would have wanted her to. But Avalle decided being her usual self would be better and a lot more easier. "Congratulations on your Impression! One of the Cyans, right? I saw her, she was really pretty," she said casually. They were friends, and if it was eventually going to be more or less... well, it was going to have to wait until after Weyrlinghood anyway. So it didn't really matter.

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R'ori wasn't really in the best of spirits. He didn't hate Vediameth, in fact, he felt an adoration for her like he'd never felt before, but it just seemed... wrong. It was true, most of the Impressions had been cross-Impressions, but it still just made him feel uneasy somehow. Okay, so he had wanted F'let to stay longer that one time, and to maybe get to know him better. But that was just because they were friends! You know, bros! It didn't matter that F'let had managed to seduce him while dressed as a girl. That didn't change anything.

But R'ori decided he should stop worrying about that, and start worrying about Vediameth. Do you hate me? I appologized,[/color] the Green had commented as they were searching for rooms. She really didn't make it sound like anything depressing or serious, the way she'd asked it was very whimsical and more curious than anything. Vediameth really didn't seem bothered at all. Or maybe that was just because she'd known that R'ori would exclaim in response, "Of course not!" Their relationship was not nearly as depressing as it could have been, and with Vediameth's spirit, how could it be? She wasn't overly hyper or anything, but she was still a pretty happy dragon. She did match him, really. And R'ori would grow to accept her... it did help that there had been a bunch of other cross-Impressions that made him feel normal.

So with the Green happily asleep in a room R'ori had temporarily claimed and R'ori all dressed up and nice he walked towards the Dining Hall. He really wasn't in too much of a hurry, and walked a little slower than usual. It was a weird feeling, Impression. He doubted he'd ever forget the first time that Vediameth had contacted him. It was also an interesting feeling to think "my dragon". Huh... she could have hatched earlier though, she sure had irritated him, making him wait all that time....

Anyway, R'ori briskly entered the Dining Hall with a cheerful smile. Not spotting anyone he knew right off the bat, he decided to check out the food instead. Some of the older Riders were drinking wine.... He'd heard they were getting Benden wine, too. Shards, what he wouldn't give for some. Too bad he had Vediameth to think of. R'ori really didn't want to risk her well-being by drinking, so he ignored the temptation. Besides, no one was going to give him any wine anyway, it was pretty obvious he was a Weyrling.[/blockquote][/size]

[Admin]

You lost your self respect,
You gave it all away,
For no good reason,
What were you thinking.

Someone cleared their throat behind him. P'nay turned his head, grin plastered on his face, to blink at Felicia, who was standing there. Clearing his own throat, he quickly stood up, since it would be rude of him to just sit while she was standing. His grin gentled to an utterly charming smile. After delicately setting his wine glass on the table where he'd just been seated, he swept into an elegant, graceful bow to the new weyrling in front of him, picking up her hand to brush his lips against it, and then straightened, body relaxed despite his utter poise. "Congratulations, Felicia, on Impressing. You look very nice;" he told her softly, and added a wink just because he could. Well, actually, he really shouldn't, but her new black dragonet was probably asleep and it was all in good fun. It wasn't like anyone was going to get hurt . . .

. . . except perhaps him. A foot made light contact with the back of one of his ankles; he winced in pain, turning to look at who had done it. The Weyrwoman herself was gliding right on by, having arrived, but paused by Felicia to look at the both of them for a moment as if she wasn't aware she'd kicked the yellowrider. "Hello P'nay. Hello Felicia;" she greeted them curtly, then turned to finish making her way up to the table at the head of the room. She returned attempts to stop her, greet her, congratulate her, or talk to her at all with polite nods, easily slipping forward; most people parted for her. Despite it being useful for getting through the crowd, she wasn't sure that she liked it, knowing that their courtesy to her was either due to her rank or, more likely, due to her current . . . condition. It didn't leave her feeling any better.

Upon reaching her seat, located at the very center of the chief table, she smiled curtly at a worker who pulled it out for her and settled into without a word. She remained quiet and watched the mulling crowd in front of her carefully. Dressed in a flowing dress of a soft red, to match her flaming hair that, despite being short, was done up, she did her best to hide signs of strain behind all the stunning that she could muster. It didn't change the fact that her headache had yet to go away. That flirt wasn't helping it either; she eyed him with distaste before returning to searching the room for no one in particular. Someone set a glass of fruit juice in front of her; she sipped it lightly, trying to remove a bad taste that was linger in the back of her throat. Her grip was more than firm on the glass, the biggest sign that she was not in a good mood.

So look into these eyes,
And tell me what you see,
Do you see affection,
The way it should be.

[kia]

O`ris was about to resign from going to the festival. He did not feel right anymore. He loved Rhyolith. But he did not want Avalle to look down on him. He looked up and was about to leave when he heard someone speaking to him. It was a familar voice. He stomach turned a little as Lira greeted the person happily. The little Green sent an image to O`ris of Avalle as the Green rose in the air and circled the girl happily. She sent images to both Yulari and O`ris of the Gold that the girl had Impressed. That made his stomach turn even more. But he could not be rude. She was a QueenRider. That was one of the worst things that he could ever do. So, swallowing the sickness quietly, he turned toward Avalle and gave a light smile.

"Thank you," he replied quietly, despite his strong tone. "Her name is Rhyolith. And I think she is beautiful too. And you Impressed the Gold. Congratulations to you. I had a feeling that you would Impress a high rank dragon. But a Gold is amazing. Not that I did not think you were capable of doing so." Shards. He had just gone and embarrassed himself completely. What could he say or do? Sorry, Avalle, he thought. I Impressed a Cyan, which is a female dragon. I am not worthy to be in your presence or even give you attention. Iron, Bronze, Brown, and Purple Riders were the only ones worthy of your time. No, that was rude too.

Lira picked up on O`ris uncomfortableness. She sent Yulari an image of Avalle, as if telling the Yellow that O`ris was sad about feeling unworthy about being in Avalle because he did like her. But while this translation between Fire Lizards was easy, trying to translate that image to humans was harder. Only way to make it easy was through dragon, and both of their was asleep. So Lira landed on her Mine`s shoulder and tried to comfort him. Not all was lost, she was trying to say. Even if O`ris could not pursue an interest in Avalle, he could still be friends with the girl.

[Birdy]

Must you go Chelomine?

Whirling blue eyes accompanied the sad tone of the little black. The hatchling was perched on the edge of the stone couch. Seiseth didn't want it to show but he was so tired... He was rocking back and forth slightly, a clue to his exhaustion. His full stomach didn't help either, it felt like a rock, weighing him down. It was pulling him into sleep, away from his lovely Mine for such a long time...

What if I need you?

Chelo looked up at the black, she'd changed from her nasty candidates robe into something more suitable for a feast. A simple white dress, similar to the one she'd worn to the candidates party but longer, and in her opinion, prettier. It was quite a contrast from the dark dragonet who stood, or sat, before her. He was such a pretty black, smaller than most of the other dragonets who had Impressed, but he was her pretty little black and that was what mattered right. "Yes, I'm quite sure I have to go to the feast, it's for the hatching I Impressed at right?" she said leaning over and kissing the dragonet on the nose. "And the one you hatched at Seiseth dear," she added, getting up and running a hand over the fabric to remove any wrinkles.

"Besides, you can always talk to me if you wake up," she said matter of factly, turning to leave. She paused at the doorway, looking back, ~Does this work Seiseth?~ she asked the dragon. She hadn't really tried to talk with her dragon telepathically yet, a part of her had feared it wouldn't work, that she would never be able to speak privately with her lifemate.
Does what work Chelomine? Seiseth asked in a confused tone, his Mine should obviously be able to talk to him like that. Chelo grinned, ~Nothing Seiseth, sleep well,~ she said with a laugh, leaving the room.

Chelo smiled slightly, feeling the black fall asleep less than a minute after she left. She ran her fingers through her hair, and stepped into the dining hall. To her great dismay, she remembered that she really only knew a handful of the candidates, well, now they were weyrlings. Spying an almost empty table, she sat down across from the only person there. She smiled at the girl, "Hey," she said. "You Impressed a blue right?" She was trying to remember her name, but nothing came to her, so she thought she'd introduce herself first. "I'm Chelo, I Impressed Seiseth, he's a black," she said holding out her hand.

[jack]

It wasn't unlike F'let to be late--he had a tendency to distract himself right until the moment to leave...and then forget that he had to go anywhere--but it was rare for him to be quite as late as he was now. In fact, he'd been late for a good deal of the evening!

He'd been one of the last to stumble into a room--he and Doppelith had been having a jolly-old-time peeking into every single one before at last selecting a random one close to where Doppelith swore he saw a lovely green and the 'tasty thing' that F'let kept referring too disappear into--he was also the last one to get his dragon to actually settle, as the enthusiastic purple had darn-near demanded to come along.

Lucky for him, Doppelith wore himself out throwing an oddly cheerful tantrum and was now completely out.

But for all the time that the purple's impromptu nap had saved, he'd dashed running back to where he'd hidden one of his more...reserved dance wear. It wasn't like he had normal formal wear after all!

So here he was at last, still giggling away, as he cheerfully tapped down the hallway, his bare feet finally covered by simple sandals. His hair was up in a different fashion tonight, the typical low-rat-tail replaced by a high pony-tail that swung pleasently behind him. Although he continued to don his typical harem pants, he'd chosen a less-seethrough pair and put with it a simple panel with elegant coloring and an ornately embroderied purple--of course--belt to go with the cream pants and lavender panel. And for once his chest wasn't bare!...well..fully bare.

A short-vest had been shrugged on and left open, the rich-purple fabric outlined in the same gold trim as the belt but with a smooth lavender lining. Despite the amount of skin showing--less than usual more than normal people would call decent--it still managed to be a simple yet semi-proper outfit that almost suited the occasion. Of course, the heavy gold bangles on his arms, cuffs on his wrists, and the small hoops in his ears dashed that quite cleanly.

Not that F'let cared! He was happy and cheerful as always, his lowered energy all but unnoticeable save for the subtle drag of his feet and the slightly-lower jumps and slower twirls he was performing.

All set and happy the teenager traipsed into the room, humming to himself with his little Green flit on his shoulders and Browns overhead. Clever brown eyes darted to and fro, the bounce in his step growing larger in anticipation. There were two people he really wanted to see tonight--Riori, or whatever his name was now, and P'nay.

Run gave a soft trill and F'let looked up, following the Brown's gaze to where one of his victims--Riori!--was waiting. Grinning a bit like a mad-dog he immediately skipped towards him, pausing only for a moment when he caught sight of P'nay. His face drooped subtly.

The Yellow-rider was with a girl...another weyrling. F'let's brows furrowed in disappointment, but the saddened expression was hidden in an instant, a brilliant smile back in place as he bounced along and tackled R'ori from the side with only a cheerful squeal as warning. "Riori! Er..or whoever you are now!"

F'let grinned, nuzzling the other fondly, "I can't believe we both Impressed! Isn't it fantastic? I saw your Green--she's so gorgeous! Queenie was jealous, but she'll get over it! She's the prettiest flit but there has to be a prettiest dragon to! Oh what's her name, Riori-person?" Speaking on overdrive he backed off from the boy with a grin, hands behind his back as he swayed back and forth, "Did you see my Doppelith? Isn't he handsome?! Who would'a thunk it! I could never have dreamed meeting such a perfect devil! Oh! You haven't told me yours's name yet. I bet its pretty--she has to have a pretty name for such a pretty face!"

Excitement Level: 99.9% and growing.

[lysita]

Felicia had to suppress a giggle at P'nay's show of chivalry, or pethaps it was flirtation, although she couldn't hide the slight blush. Dear Faranth!! Why did be have to be so charming and charismatic?
"Thank you P'nay. I am pleased to have impressed, although i never expected it to be a male dragon." Even as she said it, her blush deepened, showing that she'd realized what it meant when it came to flights. As far as she knew, she didn't think of other girls in a sexual way, however she'd never had any encounters to go by.

As she heard her name said by the weyrwoman she couldn't help but sharply look away. She'd never really had any dealings with the weyrwoman and it was like an automatic responce to the proximity of an unfamiliar person.
"Will you tell Annith I said hello, and that Whisky is still just as scared by dragons. I could not get him near Del at all." She commented to P'nay once the weyrwoman had passed, she wanted to keep the yellow dragon updated on the kittens progress.

[Nia]

Yulari was delighted to see Lira, and happily sent back feelings of proudness in response to the pictures of Callistath. She was very proud of Hers, for Impressing such an elegant dragon! Finally taking a step away from clingyness, Yulari rose up into the air to fly around with the Green, surprising Avalle. Rarely did Yulari ever leave her place around her neck, though she supposed this was a good sign. Perhaps now that she had Callistath Yulari had decided that she had matured enough to be allowed to be alone sometimes. But only sometimes. It's not like the yellow had left her sight completely, afterall.

She did notice something off about O'ris, and hoped he wasn't going to be put-off by the fact that she was now a Queenrider. She wasn't any different! It didn't matter! But she didn't know how to put this in words, so she instead stood around a bit awkwardly trying to think of what to say to make him feel better. But instead of that, she decided to respond to what he'd said instead. "You were the one to say that you think I'd Impress the Queen first..." she said with a small smile, hoping she seemed friendly and not annoyed or anything, as her expressions seemed to have that effect on people sometimes.

However, she soon realized the cause of O'ris's awkwardness with a thought sent to her from Yulari. He felt unworthy? What? But Yulari rarely made mistakes in her intepretations, and she'd gotten this straight from Lira, apparently. She felt bad now, and wasn't really sure what to say, so the conversation started to drift off into awkward silence. But Avalle wasn't going to let that happen! O'ris had been her first real friend, and if it was going to be anything more that didn't matter. Rank didn't matter, either!

"You, uh, you know that... it doesn't matter, right?" she tried to say, rather hesitantly, not really sure how to say something like this. She hadn't been in such an awkward situation in a very long time, and even then she'd transfered out of the Weyr in order to avoid it. She was no good at comforting people and even felt awkward giving a hug. Yulari remained hovering around Avalle even when Lira had settled down on Her's shoulder, and the yellow firelizard sent Lira some images and feelings of comfort to try and help O'ris as well.

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R'ori hadn't even gotten to the food yet when he noticed F'let come towards him, bracing himself. He watched as the other boy paused, and R'ori thought he might be out of the clear and F'let would go off and bother P'nay, but that wasn't the case. F'let bounced right back towards him and tackled him. It was all the boy could do to keep on his feet. Thankfully he managed to not fall over, though. He felt incredibly awkward with F'let sharding nuzzling him like that in front of everyone but he figured it was to be expected. From F'let, anyway. R'ori wasn't even going to comment on the outfit.

"Whoa, calm down! It's R'ori now. What's yours changed to? Flaet seems like kind of a hard name to honorific," he said after F'let had finished speaking, and shards did he speak a lot. Vediameth was pretty, he had to admit. She was a gorgeous shade of green, and her body was proportioned just right. She was the prettiest dragon he'd ever seen, but that was probably because he was biased. Just the fact that F'let had Impresssed a male and he'd Impressed a female was irony if he'd ever seen it, but none of that mattered. He supposed F'let should get a Purple, that way he could chase everyone he wanted... and somehow, that thought kind of made him angry. But only a little!

Anyway, he figured he should answer the rapid-fire questions, or at least all the ones he could remember. "Her name's Vediameth. She is pretty, isn't she?" he said with kind of a thoughtful smile, thinking back to his dragon sleeping back in the Weyrling Barracks, "I saw Doppelith, he really suits you. You two are perfect for each other," R'ori commented with a happy smile. He could get used to it, it didn't mean anything. Besides, F'let made it hard to be unhappy or upset with anything, he just radiated cheerful energy. In fact it was starting to rub off on him, making R'ori's energy levels rise as well. Shards, it was a good thing they weren't allowed to drink!

[kia]

O`ris blinked and looked at Avalle. It did not matter. Right now it did not. But in the future, it would. It would be awkward for them both in the future. The fact that he liked her and may still like her for a long time would be odd. He was a Cyan Rider, and trying to pursue an interest with her in the future would make people look at them strangely. And that was only if she liked him back. And he did not want to put her in an awkward position. He sent Lira a mental image to be quiet and not let anything slip. He would continue to be friends with Avalle. Queen Riders, after all, needed loyal Riders in order to help rule a Weyr. And, well, he could be said to be Avalle`s first and most loyal Rider under her rule.

But back to her question. How could he answer? You are right, it does not. No, that was a lie, and did not want to lie to her ever. But is he said it did matter, he would upset her. How could he handle this without scaring her, upsetting her, or anything? He sighed. “Right now, it does not. But in the future, it will. In the end, I will still be your friend. I will be your loyal Rider that you can always ask for help if you need it,” he replied, watching her expressions. He was being honest with her. He did not want to make her uncomfortable or anything. But he would have to hide his feelings for now.

Lira chirped at O`ris` response, wondering why her Mine would not tell the girl that he liked her. But her Mine had asked her to remain quiet right now. So that was what she would do. She turned to Yulari and chirped at the Yellow, rising up into the air and chirping again. She sent an image of food, as if asking the Yellow if she wanted to get something to eat with her. Lira was friendly and not really aggressive, and if Yulari joined her, she would be even happier to have a friend with her. Of course, what Lira was not thinking was the possible chaos that might ensue with swooping Fire Lizard diving down at plates of food, using their claws to grab whatever little food that they might want.

[kyrillion]

More and more people were arriving at the moment - so many that Kyril could hardly keep track of them all. And so it was that she didn't even notice a certain newly-Impressed girl until she dropped into the seat across from her and said hello. Turning her attention to the girl - she was familiar, of course, but Kyril wasn't sure she'd ever known her name - she smiled amiably. Though she wasn't an exceptionally social person, she was hardly one to pass up an opportunity at conversation, and the girl seemed friendly enough.

"Hey. You Impressed a blue right?"
"Yes, I did - Ripariath." Just saying the dragon's name aloud brought a smile to her face. When the girl proffered her hand she took it and gave a brief, but firm, shake.
"I'm Chelo, I Impressed Seiseth, he's a black."
"I remember him, yes. And I'm Kyrillion - it's nice to meet you. And congratulations on Impressing."

She took a moment to glance around the room again - and the smell of cooking meat attacked her senses, making her mouth water. Pushing her hunger, with some effort, to the back of her mind, she turned back to the girl - Chelo, she'd have to make an effort to remember that - and wracked her mind for some sort of segue to lead into a real conversation. The intros were out of the way, now - what next...?

"It's so... unbelievable, isn't it? I mean, Rip was the second-to-last on the Sands. I thought for sure I'd be left standing. A week ago It'd never even crossed my mind that I'd be Searched... I had my future all planned, and now everything's changed..."

A bit long-winded for her, but it was true - she still felt a bit light-headed. Like she'd wake up any minute now, and this all would turn out to be some sort of wonderful, improbable dream. For someone like her, who was normally unshakably calm and grounded, experiences as profoundly new as the ones she kept on encountering in the Weyr left her feeling a bit like a fish out of water.

[Birdy]

Chelo grinned, happy the girl had been willing to talk. She had also hoped the girl would tell her the blue's name, she didn't want to appear rude, not knowing his name. And it was quite a long one, Ripariath, she would have to remember that.

"Congratulations to you too," she said in reply. If weyr worked the way she thought they did, she'd be seeing a lot more of this Kyrillion, best to start getting to know people now. There were so many weyrling though, and then she'd have to know the riders too? Well, she recalled, she'd already met P'nay the yellow rider and that Brownrider whose name she couldn't remember.

She was going to say something on the subject but Kyrillion was talking first. "Oh yeah, I never dreamed I would Impress, or be Searched. I couldn't even Impress a fire lizard," she said with a little laugh. "And I never thought I'd Impress a male dragon you know? Shards...Not that I don't love Seiseth," she said watching the bluerider. If they'd both Impressed males what did that mean about them. She didn't know this girl but she knew she herself was starting to question herself.

[123notit]

T'zar sighed in his temporary room. Brecciaeth was asleep, quiet as the grave. If he didn't still feel her mind connected with his, he might have gone to check if she had given up on life. He shook his head. He had to put on a good front. He'd figure out what to do soon enough. He got dressed, putting on his best. He didn't really feel like the best, but he figured he could look it. His pants were jet black and looked like they had never been worn before. His jacket was completely gold with red jewels adorning all the buttons. He looked like one who would have impressed the best dragonet out of the bunch. It was unfortunate that he felt completely opposite of that.

He put on a look of charming confidence and strode forward. He kept up this facade until he reached the feast. The minute he saw the others, his face fell and he slunk into the sidelines. He made his way quickly to the wine and got a glass, putting it to his lips and draining it in a second before getting another. He didn't look at anyone nor try to make conversation. That was for the successful weyrlings.

U'ar and Mu came in soon after. Both looked very nice, but simple. U'ar wore his nicest pair of brown pants that he saved just for Hatchings and other Feasts. This was paired with a white shirt and a brown vest. Mu was wearing a cimple blue dress. It was cute, but didn't make her look any less plain. She followed close behind U'ar, not looking at anyone as her father waved and nodded at a few of the riders and sent some congratulations to the Weyrlings.

Meta walked in begrudgingly, a blue dress clinging to her slender form. It was her only dress and had obviously not been worn in a while. It was much too short, hitting her awkwardly mid-calf, and just barely fit. Luckily, she didn't have any curves to further stretch the plain blue fabric. She sighed as she came in and decided to forget it. Instead, she looked up, looking for those she knew. Especially L'ven. She had seen him come in with a Bronze and she had to congratulate him. She also wanted to find the other cyans.

[Kila]

Eccolath had very little trouble transitioning from her daydreams to actually dreaming in sleep. Sol and Pratyba had stubbornly chosen the same barrack, and Eccolath found her bed as though she had known precisely where it was waiting for her. With a graceful hop for an awkward just-hatchling, the Cyan sniffed around her stone gently and then gazed around the room and at Hers from her new perch. I like it up here Mine... everything looks so different; she observed moonily.

Sol smiled adoringly and leaned forward on the stone to stroke Eccolath's neck. "You like that, huh? Well Eccolath, you and I will go a lot higher than that one day," Sol said.

Oh, yes! One day I will fly very high, Eccolath yawned, laying down and curling up under Sol's touch. The new Weyrling hesitated to leave Eccolath's side; the stone and small barrack, though not nearly as exciting as what was going on elsewhere, contained the magic that was her newly impressed life mate. Go to your thingey, Mine, I will be ok. I have so much to think about.... my dreams are calling me. And you needn't talk so loud- I will hear you, even from here. It's like... I'm in your head and heart, Eccolath yawned.

"Really?" Sol asked, somehow still astounded that the beautiful creature before her had known exactly what she was thinking. Dragons talked silently with their riders, right? Telepathic, someone had told her. Really? Sol amended, feeling silly thinking the thought for someone else to hear. Really... the Cyan replied, already not completely there. Her mind had already taken her into the sky and beyond to fantastic places full of adventure. She would take Hers there someday when she didn't have some big thing to go to.

Sol, charmed by this her first act of speaking silently to her very Own, gazed at the sleep Cyan curled against her hand and pulled herself away quietly, bursting to the brim with emotion. How lucky she was! Raiding her things, she found a dress that thought would be appropriate. Surprisingly, she did have a few nice things. It was only because her father tried to manipulate her appearance as well as the rest of her life, but it was a help to her now. She had had to appear to Lord Holders and important tradesman as the daughter of the mastersmith, so the formal black garment she donned was far from creative, but as classy as one could expect.

As she pulled it over her head, Hally popped his head out forlornly from the mess of blond and curls that was her hair. "There you are! I though you might've gotten lost," Sol crooned, taking him in her hands. He looked up her with a shy, sad look and pressed himself against the inside of her fingers with a chirp. "Do you want to come?" Hally wrapped his thin neck around her thumb. "Alright," she said with a smile, and left with one last reluctant look at Eccolath. "Hally, you will have to meet our newest friend very, very soon."

And in no time Sol was at the Hatching Feast. What a sight it was, with drudges running madly to and fro and guest milling happily between every table! Pratyba was still in the barrack with Oorth, so who was there for her to seek out? She would have to see. Sol wove easily in and out of the crowd, casting her eyes about, though unconcerned to if they found a target or not. Her family surely was not there, for even though the majority would have wanted to come to the event, her stubborn father would have prevented their attendance. Faranath what a crab that man was! She was content, now, to have Hally as her only company. The lithe black flitter had retreated back into her hair and his presence constituted a comforting warmth on the back of her neck and the faintest nag on insecurity on her mind. Her mind had been expanding quite a lot since she's arrived here, and now she had not only her and Hally in her head, but a new, ethereal presence sleeping there as well.

[Admin]

I see through the illusions and I walk the path of unrest.
The anxiety in my head and soul turns to reality,
Your nature is the cause of my unease.

P'nay smirked slightly as she mentioned that she hadn't expected to Impress a male dragon. He'd Impressed a female dragon, so he didn't think there was that much odd about cross-gender Impression, but he had been flauntingly bisexual even when he'd been just a wee candidate. From all that he knew, Felicia was very much straight, though that wasn't to say that couldn't change. It didn't really matter to him. He was more smirking about the fact that her black might have a chance at Annith one day in the distant future. It wasn't that likely, but it could still happen. If F'let's pretty purple didn't catch her, of course. Anyway, it hardly mattered. He proudly planned to do it with half the weyrlings after graduation.

After she spoke, P'nay immediately choose to relay the message. "One moment;" he said politely, before his eyes lost focus as he reached out for a firmer connection to his yellow perched on the heights of the Weyr. Annith, Felicia says hello and to tell you that Whisky doesn't even like her black; he relayed to his reclining dragon. Tell her that I say 'hello' back. And offer her my congratulations; came the cheerful response a moment later, which purposefully avoided mentioning the previously mentioned feline. Smiling more gently and almost sweetly, the rider returned to his physical conversation. "She says hello and offers you her congratulations. I don't think . . ."

His conversation, and many others, were interrupted as the Weyrwoman stood and tapped against her glass with the unsharpened side of a knife blade. Back straight, shoulders back, the redheaded woman who ruled them all with rank and with deeds she left no room to be question easily towered over most of those in the room by a mixture of simple presence and a good stature to her. Her cool blue eyes surveyed the room until everyone fell silent, then she lightly cleared her throat with a small smile. Memories of what she'd ended up doing earlier in the day stirred up a small laugh from those assembled. "Twenty-three young souls have joined the ranks of the dragons of Dalibor."

That cool gaze traced its way around, tracking down the faces of those weyrlings who'd decided to attend. "They, and their new riders, will need a weyrlingmaster. F'del and purple Altith have shown that they are capable and have previous experience. I do not think that they will mind that Kalith and I have decided to appoint them to the position;" she continued, speaking well. She'd had practice with this. "He will guide them through the difficult journey they face. I'm guessing many of you can guess how hard it is going to be for the rider of the blind white, the Queen, the Kings, the new cyans, for them all. My congratulations to you, Wavewalkers;" she concluded. She raised her glass and sat back down.

Though distant and enraged, I look inside each and every one of you,
And see your sickening love, such an over exaggerated property,
And you all make me sick.

[fidelli]

I know we get a little crazy
I know we get a little loud
I know we're never gonna fake it

;;It was with a content heart that Altith winged his way up to the rest of the dragon's perched around - the babies had all hatched decently healthy, His and he had been allowed to look after them, and everything was perfect! Their would be happiness, their would be joyousness, and Altith would get to make new friends! Practically wiggling in excitement the large Purple back-winged down gently onto his own ledge, peering around at the dragons that had gathered. He faced the Weyrling Barrack's though - no young dragonet would wake tonight, but he felt safer if he kept an eye on it. Oh, the babies were so fun! Hello Noyth! The chipper dragon greeted the Gray who was perched on the ledge near his, and she accepted his greeting in her own quiet way - it was to Kalith that he now turned. It was an beautiful clutch, Kalith~ Happiness made him unable to sit still, like a young weyrling himself as he shifted and rustled and bounced up and down.

;;The purplerider and the dragon were one of the last ones in the festivities - F'del had gone around to each room to count the dragons and weyrlings, to make sure he knew who was going up and who was staying, and only when he had circled around for the third time did he feel confident enough to leave. He arrived in time to mingle, slipping in quietly and standing on the edge - he would find A'mor later. His main concern was the Weyrlings - at least one would try to drink, and that was a huge no-no... Ah! The young man who had Impressed a Green (he had no idea who it was) had just knocked back a glass of the excellent Benden and had grabbed another one. That wouldn't do... With a soft frown on his lips, F'del meandered his way through, nodding to the few people he knew and coming up behind T'zar to neatly take the glass from his hand.

;;"Weyrling, drinking is off limits til you graduate - sorry lad." A swift smile, a nod, and a murmured, "Congratulations," he was out back into the stream of people - and ran right into A'mor. "Here - I got you a glass of wine." The Grayrider accepted it happily - he did like a good wine - and opened his mouth to speak when the Weyrwoman rose. Immediately the room grew quiet, and everyone turned to the proud woman who despite her current condition still stood before them. 'Twenty-three young souls have joined the ranks of the dragons of Dalibor.' Absent-mindedly, he took the glass he had just given to A'mor and took a sip (it needed more fellis), and barely listened - he had heard the speech before. 'They, and their new riders, will need a weyrlingmaster. F'del and purple Altith have shown that they are capable and have previous experience. I do not think that they will mind that Kalith and I have decided to appoint them to the position. He will guide them through the difficult journey they face. I'm guessing many of you can guess how hard it is going to be for the rider of the blind white, the Queen, the Kings, the new cyans, for them all. My congratulations to you, Wavewalkers.'

;;F'del chocked on his sip, even as Altith shot straight in the air and looked around rather wildly - they both did. A'mor, thumping him on the back with a wide grin on his face, didn't seem to realize he was fine, and Noyth only gave a draconian snort of laughter and congratulated the pair. Weyrlingmaster? That was a responsibility! That was... Amazing. For a stunned moment (and Faranth knows he didn't listen to the rest of the speech) F'del only gazed down at the wine in his hand, trying to remember to breath... Oh. A'mor had vanished at this point, muttering something about tracking down Nim, but F'del hardly heard him go. Weyrlingmaster. Altith? Miiiine~ Did I hear that right? Oh, YES YOU DID! We are to care for the HATCHLINGS HOW EXCITING IS THAT?!

[/i][/color] His dragon's jubilant voice in his mind did something to help him remember he was infront of people, and he straightened up (handing the glass to a drudge as he did so.)

;;Weyrlingmaster. For many turns the pair had helped out as Assistant Weyrlingmaster at Southern, and had liked it - this was absolutely amazing - and F'del gnawed on the inside of his lip - scary. This was the most wonderful news, but he would mess it up, oh goodness - and then Altith was right there again, back in his mind. No, we shall not. We shall be the best Weyrlingmaster's ever - We will help them grow and become amazing! Only with the assurance of his dragon did F'del find the courage to look around and accept the congratulations being offered his way - a stunned look and a slightly bigger and more happy grin on his face was the only indication that the generally calm man was excited. But he had more to think about than himself - he had wanted to congratulate the new Cyanrider's, and there one was! Topeth was Her's, but the girl's name was.... Erg, he had no idea. "Weyrling!" Titles always worked well, he decided swiftly as he stopped next to her. "I want to congratulate you on Impressing the first Cyan - that's a huge honor. I'm Weyrlingmaster (he got to use his cool new title!) F'del - I don't know if I caught your name?"

We are wild, we are free
We are more than ya think
So call us freaks
But that's just the way we roll

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[123notit]

There wasn't even a buzz yet. Of course there wasn't; how could T'zar expect a good buzz from one glass of wine? He had long since built up a tolerance. But that perfect, happy buzz was what he searched for, what he yearned for. He was just about to down another glass, best to drink it quickly to get most effectively drunk. However, it was quickly sifted out of his fingers. What? He wasn't allowed to drink?

He opened his mouth to make a rebuttal statement, but F'del had slipped through the crowd with his wine. He grumbled, leaning against the wall. Not he really wanted some wine. This wasn't fair. Why in Faranath's name couldn't he enjoy his wine? Well, there were so many people there. He could easily get more soon. Once that rider had long forgotten about him. He ambled to get some klah, ignoring the speech from the Weyrwoman. He usually would have held much more respect for her, but he was in a foul mood. He wasn't being disruptive anyways. There shouldn't be a problem.

Klah cup in hand, he idly sipped. A plan was forming in his mind. Whose to say he couldn't drink klah all night? Well, it would at least be klah to the rest of the guests. He surveyed the other new riders. They were all so happy with their dragons. Why'd he get stuck with a Green? One of the girls who impressed a male dragon would have been equally happy with the green, he was sure of it. He let out a sigh at the end of the speech, wondering who the new Weyrlingmaster was exactly.

Meta listened intently to the speech, pulling uncomfortably at her dress the entire time. A sigh escaped her lips at the dreadful thing. Why didn't she just wear pants? She needed a nice outfit with boy's clothes. Maybe she should write to her father and see if any of her brothers had grown out of them. He'd probably insist that she keep the dress. or try to buy her a new one. That would be awful. She clapped at the end of the speech and announcement of the new Weyrlingmaster, looking around to see if she could tell who it was by the look on people's faces.

However, she didn't have to wait long. He came up to Meta to congratulate her. She found it extremely ironic. She gave him a huge grin, much like a young boy out to play. "Thanks a lot. I'm Meta. I feel really honored. Topeth's amazing. I love her," she answered him, the pride emanating from her voice. She really did love that little cyan and couldn't wait to see her grow. "But I should be congratulating you. Weyrlingmaster is also a wonderful honor."

U'ar walked with Mu to the wine. He snickered as he caught F'del reprimanding the boy who had Impressed the green for drinking. He certainly didn't look happy then or now. Oh well, he had to learn that wine didn't solve everything. He, however, grabbed himself a glass and Mu a glass of juice. They found two seats together and sat down, sipping on their drinks. Soon, Fajra stood to make a speech. U'ar had to admit, she was a very strong woman. After the shocking news at the Hatching, she had the courage to come and act as if nothing happened. He was curious to see how she would hold up once it got worse. And how O'sho and she would get along.

It was strange to think that Odyth was very close to catching her. And then it could have been his child. A half-brother or sister for Mu. He wondered how she'd feel about that. It wouldn't be too much different, he thought. Mu had much more contact with her true parents than most Weyrbrats. He didn't know Fajra's background enough to know how much she'd want to see her child. She was so busy, he doubted she'd have much time.

The announcement was made during his wondering that the Weyrlingmaster was to be F'del. He applauded extra for his first friend in the Weyr, making a note to find him soon and congratulate him. That would be another thing to help the poor man get sleep. Weyrlings could be a hassle.

[kyrillion]

And I never thought I'd Impress a male dragon you know? Shards...Not that I don't love Seiseth.

She did know. She had been giving the matter some thought, herself. Though it hadn't really taken her long to decide that it wasn't something she was going to worry about. Kyril, who thought all of her decisions out beforehand, did not often question herself about anything - and she wasn't about to start now. She had always been attracted, in that respect, to men - and her Impression hadn't changed that. And if her and her bonded's preferences happened to conflict... well, she'd deal with that when the time came.

While she took a moment to reflect on this, the Weyrwoman announced the new choice of Weyrlingmaster - F'del. She didn't know the man, herself, but she applauded and smiled with the rest when the time came. She'd be meeting him soon enough. Only when Fajra finished addressing the crowd did she turn her attention back to the conversation.

"I know exactly what you mean. I don't mind, of course - I wouldn't trade Ripariath for anything in the world. I'm just worried that one of these days it'll... complicate things. You know?"

And then, of course, there was the matter of people making assumptions. She wasn't sure she was comfortable with that, necessarily, but it could hardly be avoided. And anyway, it wasn't a topic of conversation she wanted to dwell on, and so she floundered a moment, trying to dredge up with another topic.

"So where did they Search you from? In some ways I envy the people that grew up here, in the weyr. I don't imagine they'll have any trouble adjusting."

She smiled ruefully - adjusting wasn't so much a problem for her, but she knew it would be some time before she settled down into any sort of routine. And as excited as she was - she was a dragonrider now, for Faranth's sake - she knew it wouldn't be long before she was missing her old trade, and the comfort of the forge.

[Birdy]

Chelo watched the announcements, clapping at appropriate times but not really that interested. There was a new weyrlingmaster, that interested her, but only because it involved her. F’del was it? She would meet him soon anyways so...she applauded anyways. With this large group of weyrlings he had his work cut out for him.
Chelo sighed, “Well I sure hope it doesn’t complicate too much, but he’ll always be your dragon and that’s all that matters right?” she replied. She could feel Seiseth’s sleeping presence in a far corner of her mind. She drummed her fingers on the table, he would be a constant, at least she hoped he would. She couldn't imagine life without her precious black and she had only known him for one day.
She was glad for the change of subject. “I was Searched from a little hold near Ista Weyr, my father was a Bluerider so I’d been to the Weyr before but it was when I was really young so I don’t remember it much,” Chelo explained. “Though it was my father that brought me here, not a Searchrider.”