Ain't A Feast {Post-Hatching}

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Somebody else,
'Round everyone else,
Your watchin' your back,
Like you can't relax.

Kalith still circled the night sky, her copper hide and brilliantly red eyes flashing out in the dark. Her rider had walked to the dining hall once the hatching had concluded. It had given her some time to consider what she needed to do, so she knew what she had to say as she went up to the high table of the hall. Fajra walked in her clipped, forward fashion, and then turned on her heel to face those that had assembled. It was mainly people of the lower cavern, but she saw some riders, ones who didn't have a task to do, ones who didn't know what to do. She took a deep breath. She could offer no comfort to them as to what was going to happen in the wake of the chaos that the renegades had brought to them. All she could do was make it so they had something to do. All she could do was be the leader that she was, to keep her Weyr going.

"A warder will be selected and set up for Western Hold, while weyrling D'lios of brown Perbiath is here learning to care for his new dragon;" she began. All of her rage, the urge to go throttle that insolent son of a Bitran, was carefully kept under control. She was as icy as ever, but she spoke of him as if he was a guest. She hoped the subtle message that everyone was to leave him alone would get across. The last thing she needed was someone with some pent up anger at the renegades killing the Lord Holder of Western Hold who was now one of her weyrlings. "The Wavewalkers will be moving out of the barracks. Their assignments will be posted up by their next lesson;" she continued. It was a bit of practicality; it soothed her. The older weyrlings, Callistath and Detritath specifically, were getting far too big to remain there.

"Now, I believe congratulations are in order for all our new weyrlings! I give my best wishes to the Freedomfighters! W'al, of purple Kerath, will be their weyrlingmaster;" she concluded. With those words, she turned on her heel again and swept away. There would be no feast. There would be little glory and honor and fun for the new weyrlings. She needed to go review the weyr assignments she'd been working on, to make sure that it would all work out. Kalith, they're gone; she told the copper. Her mental voice sounded tired, even when she continued to walk with that purpose she held about herself on the way to her weyr. With a snort, Kalith finally gave up her watch and dipped down her ledge. Eyes turning a tinge yellow and orange, she watch while Fajra rocked Osro, who had the peace of mind of knowing nothing.

As she had suspected, her address to the small group in the dining hall was spreading, so that all with any social connections knew what was going on. P'nay and yellow Annith, stressed and concerned with all that was happening, were chattering away to each other, and made sure at least a few other people that weren't there knew what was happening. The tawny haired rider wasn't overly concerned. He reveled in the drama and kept an air of calm and repose about it him with ease. He mainly wanted to forgot about everything that was going on. He was busy soothing Annith, of course, which meant he was bit preoccupied. She had tried talking to all of her friends, but he was best at it. What was going to happen to the new weyrlings? What of the renegades? He had no answers, but knew how to play at being carefree.

Why'd you have to go,
And make things so complicated?
I see the way you're actin',
Like you're somebody else