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Post by Dragon on Aug 28, 2008 21:55:22 GMT -5
Celestia stood carefully at the entrance to the dining area in the lower caverns, or what they still called the lower caverns anyway. It was really an over-large building stuck just beside the kitchen and food storage areas. She surveyed the many tables set up with a somber expression. The room, with its many round tables, seemed too large for the still-small Weyr. After all, with the number of Riders they had right now, the whole population of Vyrzen, excluding the full grown dragons of course, could fit inside more then comfortably. It was a wonderful sight, and a smile tugged onto her unwilling lips as she noted that since this was a new hatching feast, it would be a bit more filled in here then the last one. However, the smile soon disappeared as she remember C'ero would not be attending, as he was already working to find what had killed so many of the Hatchlings.
A sigh escaped the Weyrwoman as she turned to face the entry way again. She would stand here for the beginning of the night, to greet each new Weyrling as they entered. It was her duty, much as she wished she could still be on the Sands with C'ero, helping him find the cause of this all in any way she could. Straightening up and trying to pull her emotions together, she waited for the first new Weyrlings to come in, looking to find food and the companionship of others to ease their sorrow after such a trying event, as well as a way to forget and simply enjoy their new status and the Dragons by their sides.
The first to enter was Magena. As the biggest Tomboy in the whole Weyr, she had stuffed Nithuireth to the point where the Copper was complaining of an over-full stomach before most of the others had finished, and been ready and waiting before even Celestia had. After all, she made no fuss over her hair or clothing as most of the other girls would. In fact, her apparel was barely considered dress clothing. An intricately embroidered tunic in a pale orange shade, with embroidery of dragons on the hem and sleeves over a pair of chocolate leggings, both of which you could tell by the neat creases that she had never worn before. Cele had to admit, the pale orange off-set the girl's dark colouring nicely, even if it was more male's attire. It was the girl's choice what she wore to the Feast, even if most of the other girls would sneer at her for it.
Magena was happy to return the sad smile Cele offered her when she entered the dining area, giving her a small, respectful bow before moving to take a seat at a table in the corner of the room where she hoped no one else would bother to sit. She was ever thankful she made less fuss about what to wear then the other girls, as it gave her opportunities such as this to come and find a seat where she could have some peace. Even though there were four empty chair at her table, she doubted too many people would be willing to join her. Apparently she already had a reputation for being anti-social and cold. This, is her opinion, was very good. So she settled to her chair, as Nithuireth settled to the floor beside her.
The dragon was already driving her nuts. She was fidgeting, eyes watching the doorway. -MagenaMine, when will the others get here? I want to talk to my clutch-siblings- She asked, glancing quickly at Magena before turning her eyes back to the doorway. Magena sighed. "I dont know Nithuireth. But they probably wont come talk to you." She stated, voice hinting at her annoyance. -But MagenaMine, why?- Nithuireth wanted to know now. Magena sighed irritably. "Because their Mines dont like me." She stated bluntly. This seemed to shut Nithuireth up for the moment, although Magena could feel her curiosity as to why her clutch-siblings Mines didnt like her Mine. Ignoring this, Magena turned to survey the room. It was one of the places in the Weyr she hadn't been before.
Nithuireth was still fidgeting on the floor, anxious to see if the other Hatchlings really wouldn't talk to her or not. Attempting to use the mind-link rather than speak aloud to Nithuireth, Magena hesitantly reached out to the Copper. -Will you stop that?!- She demanded. -Stop what, Mine?- Nithuireth asked in confusion. - That fidgeting! It's not going to make the others come any faster.- Magena replied with a sigh. The Copper stilled, wishing to please Hers. She didn't really understand how she was annoying Magena already, but she wanted to stop annoying her. So she quieted, taking up a perfectly still seat to watch the doorway with excitement. -Thats better.- Magena told her, a smile picking at her lips now despite her usual expressionless state. She leaned back into her chair, closing her eyes to enjoy the few moments of relative quiet before everyone else came crashing in to chatter the night away.
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Post by Pheonix on Aug 28, 2008 22:56:17 GMT -5
A dragon! She had Impressed! Her first Hatching, Niora was barely out of her baren room in the Lower Caverns where she had spent most of her early life... and here she was, Impressed to a dragon! A beautiful lilac-colored dragon, too. And Faereth was beautiful. Niora loved her already, more than anything in the entire world. It was amazing how she could just instantly love something so much, she hadn't thought it possible. And they had so much to talk about! Well, wonder about. Neither of them knew much, but that was okay. They could speculate together! She had to resist giggling, it was just so exciting!
But of course, hair and dress first. In her new rooms in the Weyrling Barracks, Niora gleefully tried on different dresses that had been brought to her, unable to decide. Finally though, she managed to decide on a pale pink one with a bunch of gold bracelets and accessories. Red and green jewels littered the gold accessories. MineMine, you look so pretty and sparkly! What are these?[/i] the Purple nuzzled her newly found rider's bracelets. "Those are bracelets! They're shiny because of the shiny rocks!" Niora explained, it made her feel good to explain things instead of asking about them. This must be how Cresce felt all the time!
Now it was time for her hair. The looking metal in the Weyrling Barracks was bigger than the one in the Candidate Barracks, which made fixing up her long, fluffy blonde hair even easier. Brushes didn't do much for her cloud-like fluff, so it took a lot of effort to get her hair untangled. Not that one could tell if her hair was even tangled, it was so bushy the tangles just looked like... waves. So just fluffing up her hair a bit would do fine. Her hair was beautiful anyway! She had never been a vain one, but just the whole Impressing ordeal had made her want to spin with joy and admire herself. Faereth was growing impatient, though. I want to be there first, MineMine! I want to meet my other siblings as they come in! So I can ask them about Theirs![/i] Faereth babbled on, nudging her rider. "Okay, okay!" Niora still hadn't quite mastered mind-speak yet, so she spoke outloud to the Purple. She'd get used to it eventually.
So off they went, oblivious, innocent dragon and oblivious, innocent rider. But it didn't take a genius to figure out that the Feast was going to be fun. A lot of fun! Maybe she'd even meet some more of her fellow Candidates! Er, Weyrlings. Fellow Weyrlings. Because she was a Weyrling! The thought made Niora gleefully clap her hands together and laugh. But enough of that, time to be mature. She wasn't just a little kid now, she was a big, adult Weyrling!
After being distracted along the way (Faereth wasn't any help when Niora got distracted... and half the time it was the Purple that caused Niora to become sidetracked) Niora finally managed to make it to the Dining Hall. Gasping in wonder, she entered. This would be her first feast, and it was... wonderful. If not a little empty, because it was rather empty. Even after being so distracted along the way, Niora was one of the first to arrive. She couldn't even see any of her fellow Weyrling- oh, look! There was one! A girl with a Copper. She seemed kind of sleepy. Her eyes were closed! Who slept at a Feast? Well, she'd just have to go ask!
Nithuireth! Nithuireth![/i] Faereth called, running ahead of Niora. With a small giggle she followed, but walking, since she was wearing reddish pink sandal dress-shoes. "Hello!" she said as she approached the other girl, waving. "My name is Niora! This is Faereth. What's your name? Why are you sleeping?" After introducing herself she started her rapid-fire questioning, though Magena could count herself lucky, Niora had only asked her two questions. How are you, Nithuireth?[/i] Faereth started talking to the Copper, I'm great! But... kind of sad....[/i] she didn't have to say why she was sad. Her unnamed, unImpressed, unknown siblings that were still in their eggs forever... and then the ones that had fallen asleep on the Sands, never to find their Mines. Faereth didn't even want to think about falling asleep without NioraMineMine! It was unthinkable! Her poor, poor siblings....
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Post by Femisis on Aug 31, 2008 1:20:59 GMT -5
Despite her overall confidence, Crescentia was still in awe at the idea of Impressing to the Queen. Sure, she may have bragged about it all the time, but she wasn't THAT full of herself to have actually believed it. She'd expected a Scarlet or Copper, maybe, but her hopes hadn't actually been that high. In any case, everyone though her full of herself because of it, but maybe that would only help her now that Staruenth was with her. The poor thing had practically begged to be taken away from the sands, from the smell of death and the bodies lying strewn about. It really was a nasty sight and would probably give her nightmares, but she was trying to forget about it now. That was in the past. The feast was in their near future, but only if the girl could refrain from her vanity long enough to pick a gown and get the heck out of the barracks.
“No, this one clashes too much…” She muttered, tossing a bright yellow gown out of the way. This was one of those times being the daughter of a Lord Holder was both a good thing and a bad thing. She had quite a few gowns, but nothing to wear. This one was ugly, this one clashed, this one didn’t fit (too large, thankfully, though she was starting to get a bit TOO thin.), she didn’t like that one. All the while, Staruenth was dozing on her bed, belly full, wings tucked elegantly at her sides that rose and fell with each breath she took. She really was a splendid sight, Even if even if she was only half awake and staring right at hers with a look that said what her thoughts didn’t: ‘Hurry up.’
Snorting, Cresce muttered, “I’m coming, I’m coming…” Digging though the rest of her wardrobe, she finally settled on a gown just about the same shade of copper that decorated the Silver’s hide. She threw on a few silver bracelets, a necklace or two, and a pair of earrings, then stuck a silver comb in her hair…
Mine, let’s GO! You looked pretty before you put on all those dangling things… Staruenth snorted as she uncurled from her previous position on the bed. It creaked ominously(obviously it wasn’t meant to be sat on by dragons, even hatchlings.) as she slid gracefully to the floor rubbing affectionately against her legs like a cat. You don’t need all of those dangling things to be pretty. They just make you prettier. She added, flicking her tail as she nosed her bonded’s thigh. Now let’s go show them how pretty we are.
“I like that idea.” Crescentia replied with a smirk as she opened the door, slipped on her sandals and started off toward the dining hall. They were going to arrive in style, even if entering surrounded by a slew of male riders would have made their entrance SO much nicer… Like an escort or something. It would have added a special flair that simply swaggering in like they owned the place wouldn’t give.
She approached Celestia politely and gave he a small bow, prompting Staruenth to do the same. The hatchling was reluctant, but managed a small, awkward bow to the Weyrwoman before her attention was taken by her already gathered sisters, Nithuireth and Faereth to be exact. Sister Nithuireth and sister Faereth! You are here and healthy![/i] She cried as she bounded over to them, though not with as much energy as Faereth had already displayed.
Rolling her eyes, Crescentia walked over to the two girls, thankful that Niora was here. At least she had a friend here so far, and maybe she’d have a few more before the night was out. “Hey, Niora.” She said, waving to the girl before taking a seat. “Oh, I don’t believe we’ve met yet.” She told Magena, tilting her head slightly as she looked at the Copper Weyrling. “I’m Crescentia.”
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Post by Lamia on Aug 31, 2008 13:17:29 GMT -5
Aelia hadn't bothered paying much attention to her clothing before walking to the Feast. She had returned to her room long enough to let her hair down and pull on her dress clothes; Loose black pants and a matching tunic, complete with the embroidery of a Scarlet dragon around the bottom hem. Hatching feasts may have been the bane of Aelia's existence, the way she walked slowly toward the dining area, Griffyth lumbering along behind her. "You know you're much to big to come inside, love." She paused to face her Bonded. "I'll be fine by myself." She hastened her pace, not wanting to be the last one to arrive and have the usual seat occupied. Sitting in the corner was often the best place for her, she usually went practically unnoticed but at the same time, could watch the comings and goings of the other diners. But someone needs to keep you company. What if you get lonely?
"If I do, I'll deal with that myself. Besides, I'm sure enough people will decide to force their company on my tonight." She reassured her Bonded right before entering the dining hall, being sure to greet Celestia before searching out her usual spot. ...which was already occupied. And by a weyrling none the less. She stomped forward, ready to order the girl out of her chair, but something occurred first. Griffyth, like the overgrown puppy he was, had sensed his Bonded's annoyance and in his hurry to come and help, he charged through the open doors, knocking aside a few tables in the process. What is wrong, Mine? I told you you would need your Griffyth tonight. He raised his head up to survey the dining area, occupied by the few who had arrived before them, and in doing so, making a hole in the ceiling.
"Well, thank you for giving the Dining Hall a skylight, I'm sure everyone is quite pleased now."Aelia huffed, making an effort to push the Scarlet out of the large room before he could cause any more damage. She was sure they'd hear about this later. "Now please Griffyth, if you don't mind I need to clean up this mess now so we can eat once everyone gets here." The dragon finally backed out of the room, but sat outside the door, dejected. Alright, but if you need anything, your Griffyth will be right here.
Aelia turned to the Weyrwoman, assured that her Bonded wouldn't cause any more destruction at the moment. "Celestia, I am so sorry. You know Griffyth...he still thinks he's a baby..."She trailed off nervously, waiting for Celestia's response. Why did it seem she and her Scarlet caused problems wherever they went?
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Post by Sintarith on Aug 31, 2008 17:02:30 GMT -5
M’yran frowned at his wardrobe. The new room he had been directed to had been a nice gesture on his Impression. The Weyr had even provided him with some new dress clothes, but therein lay the problem. They were dresses. How could they make this mistake?! Okay, so a copper had decided she wanted the boy as Hers. ~I’m a He, M’yran, please don’t be forgetting that again~ Came a grumpy response from the bundle of blankets at the foot of his bed. Shard it! M’yran really needed to learn to shield his thoughts from Maereth, he couldn’t be doing with this constant rebuking. “Okay, okay, I understand, you’re male. Just like me.” He sounded exasperated and tired. The day had been far harder on him than he’d admit, and now it had just gotten worse.
Dresses.
And four of them to choose from. Not a single pair of trousers or a tunic to choose from. And by the shell of Faranth was he going to the feast dressed as a girl. He peered into the polished metal that comprised a mirror and scowled. Okay, so he had a very androgynous appearance. He had Impressed a dragon that was meant to be female. And half of Pern thought he was. Didn’t mean he sharding was! T’rin had obviously realised, but whoever provided the clothes had not. He scowled again, looking at the dresses on the hangers. Turning as he slammed the door shut, he sat on his bed with a loud rustle of the soft rushes that made up the mattress. This noise got him a glare from his sleepy dragon as she – he – raised his head from the tangle of blankets.
Maereth had promptly gathered the furs off the bed in his mouth when they had gotten to M’yran’s new room and tangled himself up in them before falling asleep. With a full belly and the joy of knowing His was there, he had little else to worry about. But since His was getting all huffy, the best he could do would be to wake up and watch with a hint of annoyance. ~Well, they are pretty, but that’s beyond the point isn’t it? We aren’t meant to look pretty are we?~ had been his own remark upon the situation. Musing, he wondered what the big fuss was when His had clothes from before they had been together. And the Copper also wondered why he hadn’t thought of this himself. ~What about your clothes from before? Maereth is sure they would be okay~
M’yran slapped his knee when he heard that, laughing to himself and provoking a snort from Maereth. Of course! He still had some dress clothes from the hatchings at Southern Weyr that would fit him perfectly. He got up and walked towards the door, giving the copper a good scratch around her eye ridges as he passed her. He would only have to run to the candidate barracks and grab the things that hadn’t been moved yet.
The job was done before even Maereth could fall asleep again. No one had bothered him, and M’yran had been able to retrieve two sets of dress clothes that fit and a few other of his personal belongings, including his writing book. The copper decided to get out of the blanket tangle and began to stretch his wings out from the position they had been whilst he slept. The dim light made his hide look almost red through the membrane of his wings, although his main body was certainly less red. His was now rummaging in his bag, dragging out two pairs of trousers – one dark blue tinted and one pure black, both made of soft wherhide. To go with them was a long sleeved white shirt embroidered around the hem of the sleeves with a dark red swirling pattern, a tunic in the same red, with slightly shorter sleeves than the shirt embroidered with the same pattern in black about the cuffs and down the neckline, another shirt in white, but this time plain, and a dark grey jacket that turn up cuffs that had black lining.
Looking from his clothes to Maereth’s hide, he decided that the red and black better complimented her, and so put them on. Looking at himself in the mirror he smiled. The tails of hair that fell just in front of his ears looked very elegant, complementing the darker shade of red of his tunic. The bangs of hair covering his face hid just enough of his eyes for a sultry look too. He toyed momentarily with the sleeves of his shirt, pulling them down so that they were visible. Oh yes, he would be attracting the attention of a few people tonight!
Maereth hummed appreciatively as he saw the colours His has put on, but was impatient to get to the feast. Butting his in the leg, he complained that there were people there to meet, that he hadn’t yet, so M’yran acquiesced and led the way from the barracks as best he could., He just followed the general direction of people as he barely remembered the tour he had been given not a whole day ago.
When he arrived, he bowed to Crescentia, offering his condolences for the rest of the clutch. Maereth huffed and left His, finding a place to sit and watch the rest of the feast. not many people were here yet, and definitely no dragons he found himself interested with. He could hear the purple’s chattering and it got on his nerves. He didn’t concern himself with the little queen either, for he was probably much stronger than she was. M’yran smiled and excused himself from the weyrwoman’s presence to sit in a chair beside Maereth. He looked around and sighed. He was the only boy there yet, and everyone else seemed to be pretty occupied. Also, as he didn’t know anyone, he didn’t want to intrude on conversations, so he sat, conversing with Maereth, each agreeing that it was lucky Ophith had seen him the previous night. ~Maereth doesn’t know what he would have done, but he is very happy that you were there Mine~ concluded the copper.
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Post by Dragon on Sept 1, 2008 20:33:58 GMT -5
Magena cracked one eye open as a bothersome voice started babbling away at her. So some girl had apparently taken a seat at her table. So much for peace. She gave the girl who declared herself as Niora a withering look meant to silence her meaningless chatter. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a purple had come to talk to Nithuireth. Mentally sighing at the prospect of having to deal with this chatter box blonde all night and already trying to come up with ways to escape her, Magena opened her mouth to answer just as another girl and her Bonded joined them. As she introduced herself as Crescentia, Magena eyed her Dragon. So this was the girl who had Impressed the Queen. Wonderful.
Although, looking between the two girls Magena decided that Crescentia would probably be easier to put up with then this Niora girl. "I'm Magena. And this is Nithuireth." She stated coldly, ignoring Niora's other question. She gave a barely noticeable nod of greeting to Crescentia, crossing her arms and closing her eyes again. If they wanted to talk to her, fine. But they shouldn't expect any replies from her. She attempted a mental block between her and Nithuireth, as the Copper was busy chattering away to the other two dragons. This was a skill she'd either have to master soon, or lose her mind trying.
-Sisters Faereth and Staruenth! It is good to see you. Today is such a sad day, sisters.- Nithuireth was busy saying to the other Hatchlings. She shifted a little, straightening up a bit. After all, Staruenth was a Queen. She should show the proper respect to her. Flicking her tail a bit she looked between the other two, her eyes whirring slowly in contentment to be among her sisters already. Even if Hers was already trying to block her out. She huffed, ignoring Magena's mental annoyance and her attempts at blocking the Copper from her mind.
However, Magena's concentration shattered as a rather loud crash was heard in the dining hall, and she nearly jumped out of her chair, eyes falling on Aelia and Giffyth just in time to see Aelia's angry look that was apparently directed at her. She frowned, looking the Scarlet Rider up and down carefully. Hm, she wondered why the Scarlet Rider was mad at her. Magena didn't even know the woman, although looking at her she thought maybe she'd like to. Judging by her choice in dress clothes for the Feast, it was rather obvious that they would get along far better then Magena would with either of these two now at her table.
However, after her survey of Aelia she noticed the source of the crash. The woman's Bonded had apparently burst through the open doors in a fit of anger and worry, and scratched up the doorframe well and good as well as left a gaping hole in the roof. She winced, thinking that maybe the Weyrwoman was going to just up and scream at her. Celestia was certainly standing still as a statue with shock. She quickly looked away and went back to trying to tune everyone out, not really wanting to watch the Weyrwoman chew out that poor Scarlet rider....
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Celestia was greeting each of the people to enter with a polite nod and a quiet greeting, no matter if they were Rider, Weyrling, Candidate, or Lower Caverns residents. Her eyes followed the newly hatched Queen, with her swirling copper pattern, carefully. Soon enough she'd get to know that young girl and the Queen, Staruenth, very well. She'd start lessons with the pair in just a few days. But now was not the time to dwell on that. She turned her attention back to the people entering as Aelia came in.
She returned the woman's greeting in kind, smiling a bit. That is, until Aelia turned toward a table in the back and Cele caught the look that crossed her face as she noticed the Weyrling in what Celestia knew to be Aelia's usual hide away. Frowning, she was so absorbed in watching Aelia to make sure she didnt right out punch the girl that she failed to notice Giffyth's charge into the dining area until he was nearly in her lap, and bits of the roof rained down on her to dust her with a powdery covering. She froze, mouth a tight line as she blinked the dust out of her eyes.
She still didnt move as Aelia scolded her Bonded and chased the big Scarlet out of the building. When Aelia turned to her, apologizing and looking at her worriedly, Cele burst out laughing, which managed to dislodge much of the roofing that was now all over her. She grinned at Aelia, trying to suppress her laughter. After a moment she succeeded, and shook her head at the Scarlet rider, waving off the woman's apologies. "Aelia, you and Giffyth always managed to make any event interesting. Dont apologize, I know he didnt mean it. He was just trying to help you, I'm sure." She told her, smiling.
Cele dusted at herself, watching Aelia. No matter the fact that the Scarlet had put a decent size hole in the roof, it was certainly a rather amusing sight to see a dragon crash into the room like an over-sized puppy intent on protecting his beloved master. And after the hatching earlier, everyone needed a good laugh tonight. She patted Aelia's shoulder, leaving a trail of dust in its wake as she did so. "It's quite alright." She repeated, looking around for some of the staff that were helping serve tonight's meal.
"Can I get someone to try and get this cleaned up?" She requested. Right away a drudge came hurrying out of the back room where they were preparing the food, broom and dust pan in hand. Another followed with a bin for the trash. They hurriedly started sweeping, bringing up a cloud of dust in their hurry. Cele coughed and backed away a bit, out of the dust, still trying to free herself of the bit of roof that had attached to her clothing. She shrugged, stopping her efforts when she realized that was all the better her clothes were going to get right now. Oh well, what was one bit of dusty clothing for a sight like that! She shook her head, shielding her eyes from the dust with one of her hands.
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Post by Lamia on Sept 3, 2008 19:41:36 GMT -5
Aelia stood at an informal attention, legs spread, right hand grasping her left forearm, heat coloring her face slightly at Celestia's words-the Weyrwoman had always made her a tad nervous, though she never showed it. In fact, she was usually the first to cause Cele trouble. "Erm...Thanks. I think. Always nice to know we provide...entertainment." She said dryly, shifting her weight back and forth uneasily, attention already turning back to the original dilemma. "Never the less, I apologize." She remembered to add before excusing herself and skulking over to where the weyrlings had gathered. Cold eyes scanned the girls before finally resting on Magena. "Scat. All of you. Now...Except for you, Copperling." Aelia gestured to wards Magena. "All I wanted tonight was to suffer through this gods-awful dinner. Alone. But apparently that wasn't to be. You had to come around and bring your little friends with you." She paused, splaying her fingers on the tabletop and leaning forward slightly. Then she grinned, like a predator cornering its prey. "I'll give you a break tonight, but only for two reasons: One, Celestia is probably watching me like a hawk right now, making sure I don't smash anyone's pretty little faces. And two, you lot are new here, so how could you know this was my seat and it was dangerous to cross me. Besides," She looked Magena in the eye. "You're kinda cute. You don't have to leave if you don't want to."
Aelia pushed off the table and slid into the seat across from Magena, not bothering to see if the other weyrlings had left yet. If they haden't? Well, they'd learn not to cross her later-most likely when the Weyrwoman wasn't around to reprimand her. She sighed, rocking back in her chair a few times before making it return to it's former position with a loud "Clunk". She extended her hand toward the girl; an unusual gesture coming from her. "I'm Aelia."
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Post by Sintarith on Sept 4, 2008 15:54:43 GMT -5
Resivath awoke from his nap with a long luxurious stretch, talons flexing accompanied by a huge yawn. He looked over to His, who was still sleeping curled up in the onyx’s tail. The dragon snorted a little bit and gave the appendage a wiggle, waking Z’tair as he did so, who gave him a bleary eyed smile before stretching himself. The noise from the lower cavern area wasn’t so loud that it had woken them up, but interesting enough to get a glance of interest from the boy.
~Mine, do we have to go? Everyone will be there, will they not?~ Z’tair nodded, mentioning that they probably should, especially as he was the only onyx who hatched healthily from the whole clutch. That got him another snort. The reminder of the days earlier events still grated against the young dragonet’s sense of what was right. He shouldn’t have been the only one of his rank to survive, even if he would have been better than the other onyx’s. It wasn’t right that the little one he had tried to free had died, her death now weighing on his conscience. Z’tair rubbed the dragon’s head affectionately. “it couldn’t have been your fault Resivath, she wouldn’t have made it anyway.” All he got in response was a sad look then Resivath put his head on his foreclaws again.
Z’tair looked at his bonded and sighed inwardly. He hoped that the hatching hadn’t scarred him, otherwise it would be the both of them with haunted nights. He just hoped he would learn to keep his dreams from the onyx before they woke him and caused a great deal of distress. Neither needed that. Absently he scratched the tail that was covering him, eliciting a small hum of delight. Gently he shoved it off of him and stretched properly as he stood. He yawned and looked about him. Very few people were still wandering around, and it seemed only he and Resi were sitting – or in the dragon’s case, lounging – in the weyrbowl. Everyone else appeared to be going to the feast, were the pair of them should be.
Nudging His as he stood, Resivath nodded towards the weyrling barracks. ~There will be dress clothes for you, I just heard a funny story from Maereth about His being left a dress.~ Following that came a mental chuckle in which Z’tair couldn’t help but join in. He nodded once then started to make his way in the direction of the barracks. It would be nice to get out, he supposed, maybe talk to a few people he’d not yet had chance to.
In his new room he found a set of dress clothes to suit him and Resivath perfectly. Black wherhide trousers that had a matt finish, exactly like then onyx’s belly and a dark teal blue jerkin to go over a white shirt. The jerkin had a stiff collar with black embroidery on it, and the cuffs and hem also had the same embroidery. The colour brought out Z’tair’s eyes, making them more visible from under the dark bangs of his hair. Proudly affixing his newly acquired weyrling knots to his shoulder, he felt ready to go.
A short walk and they were both at the feast. They had just arrived in time to see several weyrlings move away from the scarlet rider he knew to be Aelia. Well, all except Magena, that is. Z’tair frowned. That would be a pair to avoid then. Especially with the crushing hand shake he had been given earlier that day. Resivath bowed to Celestia first, followed quickly by his rider when he could take his eyes off of the scene. The weyrlings were certain to give the scarlet rider a wide berth.
Resivath looked around and sniffed. There wasn’t any other dragon here that he felt inclined to talk to as of yet, not even Staruenth. Yes, she was the queen, but he didn’t feel the immediate need to introduce himself. He went and settled himself down in a corner, most notably, the one furthest away from Magena and Aelia. He folded his grey dusted wings to his sides and proceeded to watch what would happen, hissing a little at any weyrbrat who presumed to come near to him.
Z’tair addressed Celestia with another bow, and gave her a sparkling smile. “Weyrwoman, I was wondering if I might ask a small favour?” He didn’t wheedle like many other boys would, but used his husky tones to his best effect. “Don’t worry, it’s only to do with my harpering, but feel free to deny me my request also.” He smiled again, hoping he had been polite enough to actually gain her consideration on the matter.
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M’yran grabbed a mug of klah from a passing drudge, and sipped it gratefully. It sent an awakening jolt through his body; greatly needed as he was about to fall asleep with all of the ‘excitement’ going on. Maereth was dozing again, as young dragons often do, although he reported that her brother, Resivath had found the dress incident all too comical. “Great one you big lout.” Was all the lad could mutter, to the face that looked up at him, all innocence from under the table. ~I only thought it would cheer him up, he was so upset about our sisters and our brothers. They did not find their Mines!~ The last part of that held such a sorrow that M’yran vowed never to bring it up unless necessary in the future. He couldn’t stand hearing that tone to often; it pulled on his heartstrings more than anything ever should.
He looked to the entrance often. Shard it! Why were he and the onyx dragon’s rider the only two males in the room? Or at least, the only two he could see. M’yran smoothed some of the vibrant red hair out of his face and looked around again. This was a celebration, despite all the sadness that had happened earlier on, so why wasn’t there much dancing? Why did everyone only talk of the dead, not of the ones who had survived? And on all of Pern! Why was there no flirting. He pouted a little, unaware of how much more feminine it made him look.
He wasn’t exactly listening in to any conversations, nor had anyone asked him to join theirs, so he purely sat and listened to the general hubbub of the feast. Maereth however had been introducing herself. ~ Faereth! Staruenth! Nithuireth! Maereth is here!~ Why it had taken him so long to do so, M’yran had no idea, but paid it no heed. So long as the other dragons didn’t pick on him for being ‘odd’.
They hadn’t been sitting extremely close to where Magena was, but obviously this scarlet rider’s words were meant for everyone in the near vicinity. M’yran raised an eyebrow at the harsh words Aelia was handing out. He considered, and put his hand on a bridling Maereth’s head to calm him down before speaking. “Perhaps you wouldn’t want someone to retaliate and smash your pretty face in return?” Maereth rose to his feet and hissed at the threat, even though it wasn’t directed at His specifically. His rider was looking at the woman, almost contemptuously, as if he didn’t believe her to be capable of smashing anyone’s face. He looked at the woman straight in the eye before turning and following his copper dragonet, who still swung his head around to bare his teeth at Aelia.
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Post by Femisis on Sept 4, 2008 17:25:22 GMT -5
Up until that point, Crescentia had been having a nice conversation with Niora and a civil one with Magena, but it wasn't to last long, sadly. Just as she had started enjoying it, the racket of Griffyth's blunder had reached her ears. She inclined her head slightly to watch the following confrontation with interest, but when there wasn't one, she turned back to the other weyrlings with a sigh. It wasn't interesting at all and, therefore, wasn't worth her time, considering she had other people to talk to. Well, it was mostly Noira, but she was still good company even if the grouchy Copper weyrling wasn't inclined to talk to them much at all. She'd learn eventually, but for now she wasn't going to push the issue.
In the meantime, Staruenth had been doing some meet and greet on her own in the other weyrlings dragons. It was sad, yes, but it is also happy, too. We found ours, yes, and they do not suffer anymore.[/i] She replied to Nithuireth, nudging the other hatchling gently. She definitely caught the Copper's straightening in her presence but tried to look nonchalant. It was hard for the little Queen to not let such a thing go to her head, but she was going to try, maybe, for a little while at least. Aside from that, she noted Nithuireth's huff and cocked her head curiously. Was something wrong with her sister? Is something wrong, sister Nithuireth? You do not seem pleased.[/i]
This little tomboy over here is trying to ignore her. Crescentia told the Silver privately, gesturing discretely at Magena. It's written all over her face. She added to dispel the dragon's confusion. She wasn't stupid in the least and could see that Magena didn't like what she had gotten, but she'd just have to get over it. After all, she was stuck with her Copper until death parted them, so...
Mine, Maereth and His are here.[/i] Staruenth commented, looking over at the Copper curiously.
That's nice, dear... Wait, His? Crescentia had to do a double take at that one. Well, she knew M'yran certainly wasn't normal and wasn't going to dispute that, but Maereth was a COPPER. A FEMALE dragon.
Staruenth snorted. No, Mine, Maereth is a brother, not a sister. Why do you have to be so silly?[/i]
You know what, I'm not touching that one with a forty foot pole. She replied with a sigh much to her dragon's annoyance. She'd deal with it later, not now when she felt a migraine coming on, and Aelia was coming over. To kick them out. WHAT? Fighting to keep her expression neutral, she listened to the Scarletrider's little tirade all while keeping her fury bottled up for the time being. Oh, she had another thing coming... She looked over her shoulder as M'yran, nodding gratefully at his words. The more she thought about it, this was exactly what she needed to establish a foothold in this Weyr.
Without making any sigh of ever moving, Crescentia folded her hands under her chin and, with her sweetest smile, she replied to Aelia, "Unfortunately, I'm not moving one inch. I'll give you a break for tonight, but only for two reasons: First, despite the fact that I've only been a rider for a few hours, I outrank you now, thanks to Staruenth here." The Silver preened, lifting her head proudly to emphasize this. "Second, despite the fact that Celesita is watching, I have no reservations in smashing YOUR face in despite the consequences. So, in short, I'm not moving." She finished, still smiling sweetly, but her eyes were hard and sharp. "Do I make myself clear?"
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Post by Pheonix on Sept 4, 2008 18:33:24 GMT -5
Niora grinned widely at Magena, ignoring the fact that the other girl had answered her questions rather coldly. "Niiiiittttthhhhhuuuiiirreeettthhhh," she sounded out the dragon's name, "She's very pretty!" she exclaimed gleefully, fully expecting Magena to continue their conversation as well, even though the other girl ahd been painfully obvious about NOT wanting to talk. But Niora was never one to pick up hints. Even very, very obvious ones. Poor girl just didn't understand. Who wouldn't want to talk to her? She was a very nice person!
When Crescentia approached, Niora lit up even more, now they could have a three-way-conversation! That would be fun! And she liked Cresce. She was fun! She squealed seeing the other girl's dragon. "Your dragon is soooooo cuuuute, Cresce!" she exclaimed, although neither Faereth nor Niora seemed to know/care that the dragon was a Silver and that they should be a little more respectful. Cresce was her friend! And the dragon was going to be Faereth's friend, and they would be friends! And this Magena girl would be her friend, too. They could be best friends! Yes, best friends forever. Due to this thought, she completely missed whatever Crescentia had said and anything Magena had said after her first answer. Poor girl needed to learn how to multi-task. She had even manged to miss Griffyth's incident, as impossible as that seemed.
Hello, Maereth!![/i] Faereth greeted her "brother". Immediately after saying his name, she let out a dragon-gasp, Our names sound funny together, Maereth! Maereth, Faereth. Maereth,[/i] she repeated to him, making sure he heard that their names rhymed (even if she didn't know what to call it). Niora giggled, hearing the one side of this conversation. Faereth was sooo adorable. All the dragons were!
Niora had been happily thinking very, very happy thoughts when another rider came over. This one did not have a little dragon with her, so Niora had to assume that she was an adult rider! Perhaps she was coming over to teach them thing- wait, why did she sound so mean? Of course, Niora didn't understand half the things Aelia was saying, but she was sure they were mean. So... naturally, Niora ignored the anger outbursts by two of the others around her (including Cresce) and decided to ask Aelia all the little questions burning in her mind. Oh, boy.
"What is scat?" she started with, tilting her head to the side, "And what is smash?" she continued firing her questions at a rapid pace. "What is hawk? You called me pretty! Thank you! Why doesn't that girl have to leave? Why do I have to leave? But you just called me pretty! Is 'cute' different than 'pretty'?" she said with a frown, her mind was very, very confused. This girl said that they all had pretty faces and that she was going to 'smash' them. Didn't she want to smash their faces? But if they left, she couldn't! So that means that she probably wanted them to stick around. But Niora didn't didn't even know what smash was, although by the girl's tone maybe it wasn't anything good. Maybe smash is like a dessert! And no one wants food on their face,[/i] Faereth suggested, picking up on Niora's rather confused thoughts. Oh! Maybe, that could be it! But it's okay if I get food on my face, I'll just wipe it off. With a napkin, she told the dragon matter-of-factly. Faereth's tail started swishing, Then it's okay if she smashes us! You're so smart, NioraMineMine![/i]
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Post by Dragon on Sept 4, 2008 19:56:30 GMT -5
Celestia's attention had been on Aelia and the group of Weyrlings she was heading for, a worried expression on her face, when Z'tair entered. She turned to blink at him for a second, mind full of different worries, and it took her a few seconds to process what he was saying. She nodded a greeting to him, somewhat delayed thanks to her preoccupation. She returned his smile, though shooting a glance over to where Aelia was now apparently threatening some Weyrlings. Well, this was going to be an interesting night.
Turning back to adress Z'tair, she nodded. "Alright then. I'll hear your request, so ask away." She told him, giving him an encouraging smile. Her eyes still flicked around the room, making sure everything was going smoothly and that she hadnt missed anyone coming in. It was just all too empty and quite in the dinning hall... She had expected more of the Weyr to come. But then, most of them were probably in their rooms mourning the lost hatchlings today. It was at this point that Jasper decided to appear, appearing from between right behind her and settling to her shoulder with a croon. She ignored him, focusing on Z'tair as she waited for his request.
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Magena glared at Aelia as she stalked up to their table and demanded all of them leave... except her. She blinked in confusion, and almost jumped when M'yran addressed Aelia in an almost threatening way, his Bonded emphasizing this by hissing. -MagenaMine, that is brother Maereth.- Nithuireth chimed in, drawing Magena's attention to the Copper by the boy's side. She openly stared for a moment. Surely that was a Copper, but Nithuireth called it 'brother'. Shaking her head in confusion, her thoughts were broken by Cresce's polite but threatening statement. The Silver Weyrling's words got Magena's brain working again.
"Shard it Crescentia! Would you just shut it? She looks like she's just a bit more capable of smashing your face in then you are capable of smashing her's in!" She growled, all too tired of this scene already. Niora's blank questions directed at Aelia annoyed her even more. She sighed in exasperation, ignoring the Scarlet Rider falling into the seat across from her. "Niora, Smashing is not a good thing! By Faranth, don't you know anything?!" She growled, answering just one of the rapid-fire questions that hadn't even been directed at her.
Reaching out to Nithuireth, she attempted to use the mind link. -Come, Nithuireth. We're not sitting here anymore.- She told the Copper, who was actually also getting somewhat annoyed with the current scene playing out around them. -Yes Mine.- She replied, getting to her feet. Magena turned to Aelia. "You're lucky I dont smash your face in myself. But I know better then to start a fight at a Hatching Feast. Never call me cute again." She glared a moment longer at the woman, flashed a glare at Niora and Cresce, and was off, retreating to one of the unoccupied tables across the room from the group.
-MagenaMine, calm down. I think she was only trying to be nice, even though she wasn't. Why did you act so mean to them? Mine, they did nothing to you.- Nithuireth shot at her across their Mindlink, somewhat frustrated with Her's but trying to help anyway. She settled to the floor, her eyes sorrowfully moving around the room to rest on each of the Hatchlings present for just a moment. She hated being stuck in the corner with Her's, she wanted to get out there and talk to her clutch siblings! But she was momentarily torn between Magena and the other Hatchlings. Well... she could always talk to them later.
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Post by Sintarith on Sept 6, 2008 9:32:26 GMT -5
Resivath was currently not in the mood to be talking to people. Just as well none of his clutch siblings had spoken to him. It was bad enough with the few weyrbrats that were hanging around seeing how close they could get to him. He snorted at them, and when that didn’t work, he bared his teeth, ever so slightly. His irritation was unusual – well unusual to Z’tair who had only known him to be kind and caring in the few hours they had known each other. The lad sent soothing feelings over their link, and to his surprise, the onyx dragon looked right at him and nodded, settling down a little more.
Following Celestia’s gaze, Z’tair raised an eyebrow at Aelia and the other weyrlings. What in Faranth’s name was going on over there? Deciding against intervening, he looked back at Celestia, a slight blush colouring his. It was something he really wanted to do, to show the weyr that he was capable, yet, he was also worried. His singing voice wasn’t brilliant, but as of yet, no one else knew the words. He’d composed a tune to play out on the gitar to go with it as well, yet he couldn’t help but think that it’d end with him either being stared at with shock, or an angry tirade at such arrogance on his behalf to even write a song about the clutch that day.
Steeling himself, he took a breath to calm down before he spoke. “I know how hard today has been for everyone…” He trailed off as Resivath looked at him, his eyes whirling slowly with that sad look again. “And, ermm, I wouldn’t want you to think me presumptuous, but I thought it would be fitting that we… honour those who did not make it.” He stopped again, taking another deep breath. His usual eloquence had all but vanished, afraid his words might in some way be offensive to the senior queen rider and her dragon. “And ermm, being a harper, I, er, wrote a song in honour of those who couldn’t find Theirs and the ones who did.” He stopped again, thought for a moment, then hastily added on, “I thought if I wrote a song, the whole of Pern would be able to know…” He faded into silence again, looking rather abashed. It was one of the very few times he had spoken to Celestia, and wasn’t sure if he was overstepping his place.
At the appearance of Jasper, Luatyrr also chose to pop in. She hovered by Z’tair’s head chirruping a little, casting a cursory glance over the Jade flit. She cheeped at him in greeting then flew over to Resivath and cheeped at him. She flew around him for a minute, gaining a rather quizzical look from the onyx. ~Mine, is she yours? She seems to think I’m too big to be a fire lizard~ There was a fairly disgruntled tone to his mental voice, and the more Luatyrr cheeped, the more annoyed he got. ~I am not a fire lizard you silly flittery thing!~ he all but shouted at her. The little copper squawked indignantly and flew back to her bonded, chittering angrily. This got a laugh from the boy, raising his spirits a little. -No dear heart, you are not a fire lizard. Ignore her, she’s not too bright- He told the onyx as calmly as he could, although he couldn’t keep a hint of amusement from creeping into his voice. Resivath snorted at him then lay his head on his fore claws, surveying the room from his corner. Z’tair swatted the annoying fire lizard out of the way until he could see the weyrwoman and apologised for her being to energetic.
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