Let the Celebrations Begin!

[B'kay]

Though B'kay was naturally a man of few words, there was very little that would leave him helplessly speechless. M'kel, the Weyrleader for sharding's sake, joking when the subject was Thread, however....

B'kay had to forcibly remind himself that this young man had never flown thread. He closed his eyes, resigned to the situation, and sighed. The first time a tangle scored Tirenth's hide, the laughter would end ... probably forever.

"M'kel, I won't engage in an argument with you tonight. Yes, it is a happy occasion ... just keep in mind that Thread is the one thing on Pern that can bring all happy occasions to a grinding, screaming halt. My dedication is to Pern, to the Weyr, and to those Weyrlings. Most of them were raised believing that both Thread and dragons were things of the distant past if they ever existed at all. This Pass will be very different from any that have come before."

Realizing that several sets of eyes had flickered their way throughout their conversation, mostly guests from the mainland holds, B'kay forced himself to nod respectfully to the Weyrleader.

"I'll do my best to bring the Weyrlings up to the point that they can, hopefully, survive Threadfall and become a fighting force which can hold out hope of protecting Pern. Now, with your permission, I would like to ask Syth to introduce us to the young dragons, and I will do similarly to the riders present. And don't worry, I won't ruin their evening by scaling the hides of the ones who brought their Hatchlings to the feast."

B'kay, despite his dedication, had his doubts. M'kel disliked him, even hated him, and there was no doubt about that. Would that dislike be enough to get in the way of training the Weyrlings properly? It was going to be a hard task to hide the conflict between Weyrleader and Weyrlingmaster from his students ... but he'd do his best.

[Journye]

Calysta carefully weaved her way through the crowd, gracefully dodging groping hands from riders that she had "played" with before. She merely smiled sweetly to them, they were drunk and had probably forgotten that she had just impressed and that it would be a couple of turns yet before she could engage in such sport again. She snorted and turned away from yet another man with seeking hands. She glanced around the room for some where safe to simply eat in peace. Her brother was off chatting with one of the holders that he knew and she wasn't sure where Felina was. They were really the only other weyrlings she knew right now. She finally found a spot to sit that was reasonably quiet enough for her to eat her meal and enjoy some fruit juice before the dancing began.

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L'kas had merely nodded to M'kel as the younger bronze rider moved away. He watched briefly as he spoke to another rider he couldn't recall seeing before. He shrugged and turned his attention to looking about the room for some company. He was glad to be back to the weyr from scouting and such, he regretted missing the hatching though and wished someone would tell him about it. Just then he spotted a flash of gold and bronze. He frowned and his brow furrowed, hatchlings at the feast? That was highly uncommon. He carefully made his way through the crowd and smiled to the new weyrlings as he reached them "Hello," he said cheerfully with a salute "I apologize for not knowing your names, nor the names of your lovelys," he said, looking over the hatchlings carefully. The bronze looked fit and healthy, bu the gold looked a bit on the smallish side "I am L'kas, rider of Bronze Seath," he said with a bow. He was a bit surprised to see tension between the two weyrlings and their dragnets. One of the reasons hatchlings didn't come to the feast, but he kept his mouth shut about that.

[Flamewolf]

((This is sooo delayed, sorry.))

"I told you, Galahanth, I'm fine."

No, you are not. Your arm is in a sling.

"I'm perfectly aware of that! But I am a weyrling, so I should be at the hatching feast. The arm is not going to hinder me that much."

Mine!

Keldara strangled a sigh and shook her head. "Dear, you've already made me late. Can I go now?"

The brown dragon looked at her closely then finally shook his head. Fine. Seeing as how you won't listen to reason, he huffed.

She laughed and hugged the dragon around the neck. "I promise I'll be extra careful," she promised and then walked off to finally arrive at the hatching a few moments later. She was startled by the amount of people and started to weave her way through the crowd. She was able to get to a side not congested with people just to bump into someone. She winced as it jostled her arm but quickly regained herself and looked up. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was- Kerji?" she said, breaking off.

The boy laughed. "It's alright. And it's K'ji now," he pointed out.

"I forgot. They let you come with that rib of yours?" she said, glancing down to his ribs than up to him again.

He shrugged. "It wasn't that bad. Plus, I heal quickly." Keldara rolled her eyes and both she and K'ji started to laugh again.

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Minelli frowned. "Are you sure?"

For the last time, mine, I'm perfectly alright with it. Go. The last word was almost a command.

"Alright!" Minelli said, lifting her arms as if surrendering, then laughed and left quickly when her green dragonet started to chase her out.

She arrived and glanced about, then sifted her way around everyone to a side of the hatching and waited. She tried to spot someone she recognized, but it was hard with all these people around, so she just waited until she could.

[D'gellin]

The excitement of the Hatching Feast was infectious. Without wholly realizing it, D'gellin found himself tapping to his own concocted tune, stuffing over-large mouthfuls of food into his mouth. His grinning eyes wandered over the jabbering people around him, some recognizable as other candidate (many now weyrlings), others unfamiliar holders. Finally his eyes rested on on a waving hand attached to..."Tarren!" D'gellin attempted to call back through a full mouth. Did Tarren Impress too? D'gellin picked through his memories, trying to fix a dragon to his friend. But all he came up with was Lancetoth's beautiful, swirling facets. He shook his head, grinning despite himself. He hardly remembered anything else from the Hatching.

D'gellin waved a hand to show he'd seen Tarren. Or was it T'ren? How did those abbreviations work anyway? Swallowing, the weyrling picked up his plate and awkwardly made his way through the crowd, carefully guarding his food from the over-excited folk around him. His smile broadened as he caught up with Tarren. The blue glued to T'ren's side was answer enough to his unspoken query. "I guess you Impressed too? Congratulations!" His chest swelled with pride in both his own and his friend's success.

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Trilia continued to weave through the crowd, trying to pinpoint familiar faces. She was easily the youngest in the weyr, so there would be no one her own age, but surely she'd spoken to the other candidates at some point. It's just that she hadn't found a true friend yet. The depressive thought drew Ronin back to her. He trilled musically in her ear as he took his place on her shoulder, head ducked low and tail curled carefully around her neck.

Drawing strength from her miniature companion, Trilia smiled despite herself and twirled around another group of people, spinning out into a more open area. Her skirts spun about her ankles even after she'd stopped moving. Why was it so difficult to just jump into conversation with someone? It had never been an issue before. Finally her light blue eyes rested on another companion-less party-goer (or so it appeared anyway). She instantly recognized her as a candidate turned weyrling. Taking a mastering breath, Trilia skipped over, her hands clasped behind her back. "You Impressed at the Hatching, right? Congratulations. I'm sure we've met before but I don't think we were properly introduced. My name's Trilia." She offered a hand, her smile sincere. There; not so hard, right?

((I forgot to write in who Tril's talking to...and I don't remember who it was now. XD;; So if anyone has a lonely charry who wants to jump in...I promise she won't bite. ;3 Heh X3;; ))

[Shikai]

Gawyth couldn’t help but feel a bit dismayed by his conversation with Lefayeth. Or rather, the lack of conversation. Perhaps she simply wasn’t interested in talking to him, because she didn’t seem to be doing much but agree with his statements. Ah well. He supposed he would try again, and go back to focusing on H’run if she still showed little interest in him.

Gawyth’s eyes whirled in sympathy. Ah! Itching is terrible. It is good that oil works so nicely. At least that awful storm has finally passed!

H’run, meanwhile, was still wishing fervently that he could be anywhere but where he was. Yet while he had certainly not been looking forward to hearing Kitari’s response, what she did say was much worse than anything he had anticipated.

Following her outburst, there was little more he could do then stare, completely dumbfounded, at the girl who was now refusing to look at him. He had never really understood those of the opposite gender, (or those of his own, for that matter, more out of a lack of trying than a natural inability) but this? How could one go instantly from flirtation to moral outrage? It was completely incomprehensible!

With a mental sigh, Gawyth turned back to his rider to realize that H’run had, in fact, gone and embarrassed himself while Gawyth wasn’t paying attention. Perhaps she misunderstood you.[/color] The bronze offered helpfully.

Taking a deep breath, H’run leaned back against the wall, gathering up all the confused emotions flitting about inside him and bottling them up again, finally coming back to some semblance of himself, although the wine prevented him from clearing his head completely.

I suppose… He replied thoughtfully to Gawyth, but maybe, it was me who misunderstood her. Had she not been implying what he thought she had? As he considered this, her reaction began to make sense to him. H’run, loving sensibility as he did, decided that this must be the case, for if it wasn’t, he would have to accept that her response really had come from nowhere. With another sigh, he turned back to her, sincerity written in his every feature.

“Listen, Kitari, I…shards! I think we have very much misunderstood each other. I…I definitely never assumed you were one of…of those girls, and I never had any such intentions towards you! I thought…quite stupidly, I see now…that you were, well…when you said about Gawyth being a strong flyer…what with him being a bronze, and your Lefayeth being a gold, it sounded very much like…well…I thought you were coming on to me. I’m sure my response was poor indeed, but I was, well, quite surprised…it was very awkward. But I definitely didn’t mean…I wouldn’t do that! I have Gawyth to care for, and weyrlings aren’t supposed to have relationships for a reason. I would never do something knowing that it could cause him harm in any way! I’m…I’m very sorry.”