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Post by Spiffy .th ! on Jul 25, 2009 9:30:25 GMT -5
She shook her head sharply to clear the unwanted thoughts and turned back to R'tivor, trying to look like she had when she had first came over to him, all bubbly and happy, and almost succeeded. She just wasn't hyper now. She focussed on scratching Aramuniths eyeridge, but not before she noticed some shifty looking guy in the corner looking at the four of them strangely. She ignored him, Ara was much more interesting.
She was startled by R'tivors question, looking up at him sharply, momentarily pausing her rubbing before resuming as she answered. "He's not too keen on Ozzy, but he puts up with it because I like it. I don't really know what I was expecting, to be honest. Of course most girls Impress Green, and I highly doubted I would Impress Gold, and I knew that girls could Impress Blue. Im mean, look at Gaylen and Alabanth, he's blue and she's fine with it." She had been there long enough now to learn the Healers names, the few times she'd seen them out and about. "But I wouldn't doubt Ozzy for the world -
She was cut of he reminiscing again by another Weyrling appearing, dragonet in tow, who started gabbling at R'tivor. She obviously knew him. Nothing wrong with that. Looking at the girls dragon, she chuckled as the irony hit her. People thought it was unusual that she had Impressed Blue, and here was a girl, a very young girl, who had Impressed a Brown. Even better! Depending on how you looked at it. Strange. Again, that set her to wondering what Remmekk had finally Impressed.
She was again startles as the youngster turned and started jabbering at her. She smiled. "Nice to meet you, I'm Katalyn, and I must say that you have a wonderful little brown here.n Such a nice colour, reddish. Lovely. And thank you. Osiryth crooned in thanks in reply to her compliment towards himself, then turned to the larger brown dragonet that was trailing behind her. Greetings, Matiath, he spoke, Katalyn smiling as she heard the exchange.
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Post by **Auria (etc)** on Jul 25, 2009 10:06:35 GMT -5
More and more people, and dragonets, were arriving. S'tar was cautiously trying to pick his way toward the food, to quell his complaining stomach, when Hatsheth stopped and turned toward two of the Weyrlings. There was another boy with a light green dragon, and a girl with hair even whiter than his own with a startling turquoise-blue.
We have been hailed. Hatsheth said, and turned suddenly toward the pair.
Hailed? I think he just waved ... sorta. Hatsheth! 'Sheth! Wait up!
The mossy green, her long neck stretched high to see as much as she could over the gatherers, was making a beeline for the pair.
'Sheth, he didn't really HAIL us, you know.... S'tar was still trying to mentally call her back, but Hatsheth had made up her mind, and was already pulling up to the pair.
S'tar arrived, cheeks pink with embarrassment, and not knowing where to land his gaze. He had kept pretty much to himself, and hadn't gotten to know anyone at all. He didn't even know their names!
Then, as they approached, another Weyrling -- a girl with a brown hatchling -- joined the group.
I am Hatsheth, and this is my rider, S'tar, the green said to Osiryth, Matiath and Aramunith, with a cordial nod of her head. Mine would like to know the names of your riders, so that he can finally start making friends. After all, we all shall fight together when Thread sears the skies.
S'tar's mouth fell open and his blush deepened. "Hi," he said, trying not to glower at his dragon. "I, I'm S'tar and this is Hatsheth. I'm sorry to intrude on your conversation...." He smiled awkwardly and shrugged. Surely all of the Weyrlings would soon discover that when one's dragon's mind was set, it was ... set!
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Auria moved slowly, her hand on the head of her newly hatched Gold, toward the Feast. She had no idea how the others would receive her. First, she had invaded the barracks, not even knowing she would be a candidate, and having had no previous desire to Impress. She'd brought along a toddler who had completely disrupted their peace and quiet. She and her nephew had both acquired firelizards. And now, the girl who had made very few friends in the weyr had Impressed one of the Queens! Would the other girls hate her even more than ever?
Nefertith stopped suddenly, and turned on her rider with softly whirling eyes. No one shall hate you. Each has Impressed their true heart's partner, just as you have. It is truth that all they will feel is their own joy. You are the rider of a Queen, 'Mine. You must have more confidence in yourself!
The brilliant, polished gold, newly oiled by her adoring rider, and with the glow of a full belly and contented heart, then moved confidently into the dining caverns. Auria smiled after her ... indeed, Nefertith would change her life in many, many ways.
The Weyrling spotted R'tivor, thankful that one of the few people she'd made friends with was already present. But he already was speaking to two others ... Katalyn, one of the girls whom Ranny had troubled, and there was a boy she didn't know.
Nefertith, when she saw Auria looking toward them, stopped her. First, we must get to know our bronzes, 'Mine. All Queens must know the heirarchy of the Weyr through and through.
And the lovely gold hatchling headed for a boy Auria had in fact never met. She thought his name started with a "K", but that was all she could remember.
The little Queen moved firmly up to Herculith, nodded cordially, and said, Hello. I am Nefertith, and this, she turned, waiting politely until Aury caught up and rested a nervous hand on her head, Is my rider, Auria.
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T'rasel, for the first time in his life, was speechless. He tried his best to move through the crowd unnoticed, not knowing how the others would take to an invader -- for this was how he saw himself. Someone who wasn't even supposed to be there, who was shirking his duty by hiding under bleachers, had Impressed!
Iolath, however, was never speechless.
Oh, smell the good food, Mine, I smell something yummy! The little pale turquoise dragon practically dragged his rider to the desserts table. Look at those, aren't they pretty, can I try one, pleeeease?
T'rasel was startled, for the dragon was looking at faerie cakes, piled high with sticky sweet frosting. Io? Dragons are carnivores. Those aren't meat.
But they smell so yummy! Get some of those on your plate, please, and share with your very own Iolath. Plllleeeease? He looked up at T'rasel with wide, pleading eyes that whirled with soft, irresistible colors.
The boy laughed and started filling his plate, making sure to include two of the sweet cakes. Well, as long as you get a well-balanced diet, I suppose it won't hurt to have a sweet ... once in a while.
We should find someone to sit with, the dragon said, satisfied that he'd have his treat. Hello, everyone! he then broadcast to any of his hatching-mates nearby, to T'rasel's embarrassment. Would anyone like to sit with T'rasel-mine and me, Iolath? You can call me Io! I like cakes, do you?
[OOC, edited later because I totally spaced on the fact that someone else had beat S'tar and Hatsheth to the grouping. LOL, sorry!]
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Post by Journye on Jul 26, 2009 18:40:45 GMT -5
K'yan had just set the two wooden statues down on the table beside him. He hadn't seen the two weyrwomen yet and he felt silly holding the two gifts constantly, that and he wanted to meet his fellow weyrlings, well those he hadn't had a chance to get to know yet. He was turning to look around when he noticed one of the golden weyrlings approaching.
He was a bit surprised, but stood up straighter, smoothing out his tunic. Beside him Herculith bowed his head politely and respectfully to the small queen, though she was still larger then himself. In the glow light of the hall the bronze's golden "armor" glowed from where K'yan had oiled him before the feast, not wanting his new life partner to itch. The golden color formed a "helmet" over the top of his face, excluding the darker marks around his eyes and beneath his chin, a "chest plate" on his chest and "bracers" and "shin guards" covered the forward half of his front and hind legs. The top of his wings were the same golden color.
Hello Nefertith. I am Herculith and this is my K'yan,[/color] the bronze replied, puffing his chest out some even as he remained polite.
K'yan smiled and turned his attention to Auria when the queen rider approached. "Hello," he said cheerfully, holding a hand out. "I'm Kyrain, er well, I suppose its K'yan now. And this is Herculith," he said.
"You're gold is beautiful," he said as he smiled brightly. "And her rider is just as lovely."
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Post by Shikai on Jul 27, 2009 3:59:18 GMT -5
((Kaaiiin. xD Here it is! He’s S’pren’s to pester.))
You can’t really intend not to go to your own hatching feast,[/color] The green’s voice snapped in his mind, and E’vrael sighed, burrowing his face into the soft, well-oiled hide. Now Sekheth shone like the emerald she was colored after, as E’vrael had put all the care and diligence into oiling her form as he would if she was his canvass and he was painting her. Not, he thought, that he could ever paint something so beautiful as she already was.
Wouldn’t you rather stay here? Aren’t you tired? We should just stay here together instead. E’vrael was already completely accustomed to addressing his dragon with his mind, enjoying being able to communicate privately with the one creature he could trust with his every thought. Well, aside perhaps from the bronze firelizard curled up beside them, having already made his acquaintance with Sekheth with delight. But Othello could hardly understand the way she did.
Nonsense, Era,[/color] she said, although her tone was soft despite the rebuttal. I would be happy to go with you. Look, many other dragons are accompanying theirs! We will go as well. It would be well for you to make friends, and I don’t mean the type you try to find.[/color] Sekheth, mind made up, got to her feet, jumping lightly down from E’vrael’s bed and moving meaningfully toward the door. E’vrael sighed, but complied with his dragonet, walking obediently behind her as they went to the lower caverns together.
They smelled the feast long before they saw it – the tantalizing aromas of countless delicacies intermixed in the air in a scent that couldn’t help but make one hungry, and even Era, who tended to be picky and stingy with his food, felt his stomach give a small grumble. He shuffled his way through the crowd with his beautifully colored green, and couldn’t have been more grateful for her presence as he loaded a plate with some food, eyes shifting around nervously, full of uncertainty.
He looked helplessly at the tables, which looked so full and busy, and Sekheth sighed, butting him in the nearest leg.
Come on, come on. You’d best eat before your food gets cold. And I’m sure there is someone here for you to talk to…[/color] She said, whirling blue eyes searching the crowd for a likely candidate.
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Post by M'kel on Jul 28, 2009 16:25:25 GMT -5
Much to R'tivor's discomfort, though he had anticipated as much, Katalyn gave him quite the odd look for his query regarding her expectations for colour Impression. She almost seemed a little defensive, making mention of Gaylen and Alabanth as another example of a female blueriding pair, and R'tivor practically squirmed with unhappiness for making her feel anxious at all. He certainly didn't think anything of a girl riding blue! It must be rather exciting for her, honestly, since it was a more rare combination.
"I'm sorry," he cut in hastily, smiling weakly in hopes of appeasing the other Weyrling. "I didn't mean anything by my question. You and Osiryth look like a perfect match. And of course you couldn't anticipate who would choose you… What does colour matter anyways?" That was a rather unpleasant aspect of dragonriding life. The Weyr seemed unnaturally obsessed with the colour of a dragon's hide, using it to determine everything from hierarchies to a rider's apparent character.
"To be honest, I was thinking more of myself, and what others might think," R'tivor added in a low voice, feeling the need to explain himself to Katalyn for some reason. His face was flushed again with that statement, and the lad actually jumped slightly when Niera came bounding over, so caught up in his embarrassment as he was.
"Hi Niera!" he replied instinctively, before his gaze drifted downward and caught sight of the calico brown peeking around the young girl. Surprised, R'tivor looked back up in time to catch the girl's speech regarding her Impression, as well as the announcement of Matiath's name. "So you did Impress!" he exclaimed, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and delight. "Congratulations! That's really great!" She had been the last of his friends still on the sands when he had left with Aramunith, and R'tivor was amazed that everyone he knew had managed to find a dragon. Or, more correctly, been found.
Although he had wondered if Niera was too young for a dragon, the girl's happiness was infectious, and the lad found himself returning her grin easily. It really didn't matter, he supposed, how young one was when they Impressed. After feeling that bond with a dragonet, no one could possibly be neglectful. It was a life-changing experience, to be sure!
Before he could answer her with his dragon's name, however, their group expanded once again with the arrival of another young man and his green dragonet. R'tivor realized belatedly that this was the Weyrling he had waved to unconsciously, and it seemed that the other lad had decided the wave was an invitation to come over. Not that R'tivor had a problem with meeting another new Weyrling, of course; he was just a little overwhelmed with how quickly their group was growing!
After S'tar and Hatsheth had made their introductions (the latter's relayed to him through Ara), R'tivor returned the other Weyrling's faint smile and gestured towards Ara.
"I'm Ret-R'tivor, and this is Aramunith." This was directed toward Niera as well, since she had been inquiring after the green's name. "You're not intruding at all, though if our group grows any larger, this space might not hold us!" The latter was said with a grin, for the nice little spot he'd chosen by the wall was now crammed with dragonets and Weyrlings, and the tables were becoming a boundary against further expansion. "Would everyone like to sit, perhaps?" he posed uncertainly, gesturing towards the nearest bench. The plate in his hands was becoming cumbersome, and it really was difficult to eat properly while standing and making so many introductions.
Aramunith had retreated slightly at the approach of two new dragonets, withdrawing her head from Katalyn's pleasing attentions to lean shyly against her rider's leg. Broadcasting to the entire group, for it only seemed proper with so many gathered, Aramunith murmured, Greetings Matiath and Hatsheth. It is a pleasure to meet both of you. This is R'tivor-mine, and I think he could use some more friends as well. Although I certainly hope we will not need to fight Thread any time soon,[/color] she added in a rather taken-aback tone, her whirling eyes turning on Hatsheth. She immediately dipped her head upon meeting the other green's bold gaze, wondering if she'd spoken out of turn. Instantly, R'tivor's soothing touch was there to comfort her, a hand running along her head knobs, and Ara relaxed again.
When the other blue dragonet broadcasted a wide greeting to all, Aramunith's head swiveled to find the source of the voice, and she glanced uncertainly back at her rider. Hello, Iolath, she began uncertainly. I've never had a cake.[/color]
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Post by Spiffy .th ! on Jul 29, 2009 8:09:16 GMT -5
Katalyn withdrew and stood when Ara moved away from her hand, apparently having had enough attention for one sitting, so she turned her attentions onto her own dragonet instead, who crooned in response. Never mind, R'tivor, I didn't take offense anyway, and it was a valid question. And if you're that worried about what others will think of Aramunith then you shouldn't be, men were bonding to green dragons long before us women were. You've nothing to worry about id you're that way inclined anyway. She didn't look at him again after that suggestive statement, fending off another bout of thoughts of bisexuality. She wouldn't stew over that now, there were far more exciting things going on today.
And more of them were approaching fast.
Greetings to you too, Hatsheth... Osiryth replied to the greens query, leaving it up to his rider to give her name to her rider. Which she did, considerably cheered by all the new company. You're not intruding! Whatever made you think that, at a feast! I'm Katalyn, by the way, nice to meet you, she unconsciously butted in before R'tivor, holding out her hand to the other lad with long blonde hair. ... though I think Mine seems to be making friends enough on her own, the little blue continued while His was speaking, looking up at her as he finished, as she absently reached down and began to rub his eye ridge again.
The blue dragonet was distracted out of his fancies though as another blue practically shouted to all the other dragonets in the vicinity. Recognising it as the voice of the other turquoise blue that he had become entangled with at his hatching, he performed the draconic equivalent of rolling his eyes at Iolath's antics. Thank you Iolath, but we're fine here. You enjoy your cake. If Kat had noticed her dragonets exchange she would have chuckled at the blue's fatherly handling of his clutchsibling, but she wasn't. so instead only carried on in her conversation with the other Weyrlings present.
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Post by Tealah on Jul 30, 2009 23:53:48 GMT -5
Niera grinned at the girl, Katalyn. "Thanks! An' I was just saying the truth, your..."
Osyrith, Matiath supplied when she fumbled. He yawned, stretched cat-like, and watched the other dragonets with sleepy half-lidded eyes. Hello, Osyrith, he returned. Hello, Aramunith, Hatsheth. Mine likes friends, so she would be more than happy to be friends with Yours I think.
"...Your Osyrith, he really is handsome," the young girl continued with hardly a bump in the words. She turned her smile on S'tar. "Hi S'tar! I don't think you're intruding either! I'm Niera, and this is Matiath, and we're very happy to meet you and Hatsheth. I don't think we've met before, but that's ok, we're meeting now and that's what matters." She beamed. "It's going to be great, training together and everything. I've never had a class before!"
Matiath blinked his eyes in amusement at his blue sibling who'd shouted to them about cake. Thank you, Iolath. Mine does like cakes, though I've not had one, but I think I would like to stay here a while. Perhaps later?
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Post by Kain on Jul 31, 2009 1:27:40 GMT -5
Late to the hatching, late to the feast. R'diel sighed to himself as he realized that quick fact. Nethysith was walking beside him as the pair made their way to the feast. After all the excitement at the hatching, the boy had been sure that the dragon would want to sleep. She put an end to that assumption rather quickly.
Really, mine, I am not tired, and we are going to the feast together. I want to at least see some of my clutchmates! The acid green was still feeling spirited, as evidenced by the particular twitch in her smooth walk. Plus, you do not know many of your fellow weyrlings! Being social sometimes is good, mine.
"Okay, okay, we're going," he said affectionately to the tiny green, quickening his pace to match Nethysith's excitement.
The arrived in the cavern and R'diel stood at the entrance for a moment, not quite sure where to go. Nethysith, however, had other ideas. She sighted the tables piled high with delicacies and bounded over, leaving R'diel to follow in her enthusiastic footsteps. Laughing, he quickly put together a plate with a variety of the food and lead the green to a nearly empty table where they still had a good vantage point for people-watching.
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Hatching feasts always put him into a good mood. The cheer of the new weyrlings reminded him of the fateful day that he'd Impressed his dear Giyriath. With that thought in mind, it was hardly surprising that the young brownrider should make an appearance at the feast. Considering just which young brownrider it was, it was also not surprising that S'pren had a bit of wine. Not anything like Benden White, no, this was slightly more common wine, which was fine for his purposes, quite honestly.
The brownrider surveyed the room, his eyes landing on several people he knew. But then, a surprise. Was that- oh, what was his name...- Era... Eravrael? The boy had impressed, then! A pretty green, too. This seemed like a statement that should be said to the boy in question, so S'pren meandered over.
"By the egg, Er- E'vrael?" S'pren grinned as he greeted the new weyrling. "Is this your green? She's a beauty!"
Indeed she is, came Giyriath's input, sending the message to all three beings, his tone that of an older sibling, as if he had some claim on the little green. S'pren couldn't help but laugh at the brown's presumption.
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Post by Shikai on Aug 4, 2009 0:17:47 GMT -5
E’vrael had been staring rather blankly into the milling crowd when Sekheth nudged his leg again, and he turned in surprise to see an all too familiar face materialize out of the crowd. You know him, mine?[/color] The dragon inquired, looking between the two as she tried to figure out for herself what E’vrael was slow to inform her of.
Yes, he…searched me. E’vrael replied slowly to the dragon, pausing as he remembered that there were certain details one was supposed to withhold from their dragon as a weyrling. It was difficult, as he had already quite bared his soul to the green and had no intention of hiding anything from her, and his defense, thus, was weak as she turned on him with a mental frown, knowing there was more to it than what E’vrael had said. But now, clearly, was not the time to bother him about it, much to her annoyance.
He wasn’t lying about this young man having brought him to the weyr, she ascertained, so Sekheth dipped her head slightly in greeting to the other man.
“S’pren? It’s been a while,” E’vrael replied, his tone surprised but warm. Regardless of the bargaining, S’pren had brought him to the weyr, after all, and E’vrael was nothing but thankful for that. There was a new light in his eyes as S’pren mentioned his green, and complimented the thing most dear to his soul. “Yes, isn’t she? Her name is Sekheth.” He said her name as though it was the most precious two syllables in the world, looking fondly down at the green.
Thank you…Giyriath.[/color] The dragon replied to the brown, gleaning his name from Era’s thoughts, sounding a bit surprised at the compliment. Though a green, she was the odd member of her color to whom appearance was one of her least concerns, and if her hide had any alluring qualities, she had yet to give it a thought.
As E’vrael looked between Sekheth and S’pren, unsure what to do, one of his arms began to tire from holding the heavy tray, and it sagged.
“Oh!” He exclaimed as it suddenly tilted, the plate sliding and spilling half its contents to the floor before Era righted it. His face flushed and he held the tray tight to his body with renewed efforts, cursing his rarely used arm muscles. “I’m sorry,” He muttered, looking away from S’pren as he bent down and began fumbling to pick up the fallen food.
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Post by thewicked on Aug 4, 2009 16:41:55 GMT -5
Delano took the final swig from his klah and swung his legs over the bench, preparing to leave. He'd seen enough... All of the Weyrlings floundering about in such pitiful glee. It was a horrid display of affection, and the way they were already ranking themselves based on the skin tone of their dragons was appalling. The whole business was nonsense and Delano was sick of it. He saw the Werylings greedily feasting on the food, sharing with their dragons, and Delano smirked darkly. He turned on his heels and strode out of the Lower Cavern, glad to be out of that congested chaos and into some fresh air.
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