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 Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 5:07 pm
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The rest of the morning and afternoon was somber for High Reaches Weyr. The fallen Candidate was carried between shortly before the lunch hour, though it was a quiet affair. He was placed tenderly into the claws of a small, petite dragon. D'mon gave him a rider's salute, before the green took him up for one final flight over the Seven Spindles. Up and up he went, before the green disappeared. A few breaths later, she reappeared, but without her precious cargo. Aureliath and Shinnikan were truly united at last.
Lower Cavern workers were kept busy preparing for the evening's main event. There would still be a feast, though their guest list was slashed in half. Rumors were spreading like wildfire, but it was definite that a shakeup was going to happen. Western Weyr would get to participate in the Feast, but who was invited was heavily limited and a much smaller crowd. Despite the overtones of grief and tension, it was still a celebration. If anything, the Headwoman seemed to want it to be the biggest, most lavish affair. Padmia wasn't going to let this day be ruined. If a little bit more green was suddenly on display in the Dining Hall, well, she would honor the little fallen dragon in her own way. The best of the best was brought out; if everything had been cleaned once, it would all be cleaned again. This even was going to shine....
A roaring fire to take off the worst of the autumn cold; dyed glows to give a little color once the sun set; tables with every type of dish imaginable. Roast herdbast, roast wherry, and a massive horned-whitefish brought in from Tillek, salted and baked; meat pies, fish pies, vegetable pies; tubers baked, roasted, fried, and scalloped; hassleback tuborns; vegetable dishes of all sorts; cooked, steamed, roasted; a variety of mountain pies; Igen Seasoned mutton and Igen Desert Curry; steamed cabbage wraps; various pasta dishes with meats, cheeses, and a variety of sauces. The deserts had an entire table unto themselves, a variety of spice cakes, sweet cakes, and cookies of every type were on tray upon try; there were at least five different type of bubbly pies, and five tiered cakes, each dyed and themed after every dragon color; gold, bronze, brown, blue, green, and some smaller white cupcakes surrounding them each sprinkled with gold. Tillek White and Benden Red wines were aplenty, along with a High Reaches Rose. Klah, both common and spiced, was served in great pitchers along with local ciders, juices, and water.
Those who could attend would not go hungry.
There was room enough to allow the little babies in provided they were watched; the rest of the Weyr dragons could remain outside in the Bowl. Those who wished to walk along the Bowl would find glows and lanterns lit, as well as some torches for warmth. There were chilled wines outside, as wells as other snacks and edibles for anyone who preferred a quieter atmosphere.
Harpers were stationed both inside and out; those inside would play music for dancing. Those outside played more peaceful and less rowdy songs and instrumentals.
Fianth had finally retired from the Hatching Sands. She had eaten, she had bathed, and looked more or less her radiant self. She sat near the entrance, hoping she might see some of the hatchlings. Olliah, for all that she had no heart to be there, knew she had to at least attend. As the Weyrwoman Second, it was expected she welcome the new weyrlings, and help comfort Candidates downtrodden. Still, it had been a hard day. Rhys hadn't Impressed, Rune deserved congratulations, and she knew Fianth wished to coo over the babies of hers that did remain; but a little lost green was never far. There was no rest for the weary, and though she was drained, she could only lean into Fianth's mental touch, and hold her head high. It was lonely at the top, or so the saying went... lately, such a phrase summed up much of her life.
So she donned a dress she'd had made especially for this day; a dress that was partially indulgent. It was made of a variety of golds, with intricate patterns that matched some of Fianth's markings. A shear shawl lay across her arms, and some golden jewelry to match on her fingers, wrists, ankle, neck, and ears. A small circlet was placed upon her head as her hair was tied up and about in the latest fashions. Still, though she dressed the part, tonight, her heart just wasn't in it...
But she would arrive, she would make her rounds, and once the party was in full swing, perhaps then she would step out and away. For now, she stood beside Fianth, resting a hand gently upon the gold's leg, while she would allow the Weyrlings and Candidates to enter first. This was their celebration, after all... Some of them, at least, deserved it.
D'mon and Zheria were both dressed up in their best. Zheria wore a dress of black, but with sold gold trim and intricate embroidery. She let her hair down for a change, with only a few braids keeping it out of her face. She was more than prepared to keep a firm hand on how this day's celebration progressed. High Reaches had two successful clutches; drama and politics aside, she was here to welcome those into the Weyr with D'mon, and size up their newest riders. Besides, her daughter had Impressed. And while she was disappointed Zyamel hadn't been found interesting to either of the golds, she also wasn't surprised. A brown was unexpected, unusual really, but.... A fighting dragon all the same. Surely, her daughter could have done much worse.
So Eveleth watched from the heights with her entourage surrounding her. Siloth, Ddraigth, and Aresoth were more than welcome to sit beneath one of her wings if either so desired, as well as any bronze or bronze who showed a sign of defense. Hesperith was also invited to come sit nearby, so she might get properly cooed over. She was feeling generous tonight, it seemed...or at least relatively pleased. Even Yisketh would find himself welcome near, if he so wished.
[OOCly, if you have a dragon brown, bronze, or gold that made a show of support, you are in Eveleth's good graces tonight. Greens and blues who stood up would be acknowledged and allowed to come join the entourage or sit near their senior queen if they so wish. I just named the ones I remembered offhand. xD ]
When a familiar green and bronze dragon appeared, Junenth greeted the High Reaches riders cordially. But it was to the Western Candidates who had Impressed that he spoke privately. Mine wishes to extend congratulations to you and Yours. Though Western Weyr is sorry to see you go, they are not sorry to see you well matched. Make the most of this opportunity for you are now the newest dragonriders of Pern. We are all in the fight against Thread together, and we wish you nothing but greatness on your newest journey.
Once guests, Candidates, and Weyrlings arrived, Zheria stood. She wasn't one for speeches, as that was more D'mon's style, but the woman had no problem getting all eyes on her in a crowded room when she so wished. "Welcome invited and honored guests," she spoke. "Riders, Weyrfolk, Weyrlings, and Candidates. Today has been full of emotion. The greatest joy has been marred by grief, disappointment, and tension. Each and every hatching is different; some go more smoothly than others, and each egg that hatches has a different idea of what they want out of life, as well as in a chosen partner." Her eyes lingered over a few weyrlings--though what judgment lay beyond her cool gaze one could only wonder. "As a rider, tomorrow is never guaranteed; all you have is today. So, as your Weyrwoman, I tell you to enjoy it. Today is your day.
"Candidates, though you may not have found your match, you are now one hatching closer to it. Though you may have been left without, remember, that you are not alone. You have an entire Weyr ready to support you, and opportunities innumerable within these walls. Take advantage of it. Weyrlings, regardless where you come from, regardless of your prior rank, you are now all High Reaches riders. We have given you your perfect companion, and will continue to support you so you might rise up to become Pern's newest heroes. Regardless of color, we will find use for you." Her eyes drifted over some of the weyrlings who stood with whites. Yes...they most certainly would find a place for them, especially given the local politcs to their South.
"Tomorrow you wake up to begin some of the hardest training of your life but tonight... Tonight is a night for you to enjoy yourselves. Talk to a stranger, introduce yourself to a new face, and come to know your home and new rank. Tomorrow might mean work aplenty, but tonight.... Tonight is for you, for our Queens, for our Weyr. Tonight, we will honor those the dragons heed, in thought and favor, word and deed. Tonight, we will remember that worlds are lost, and worlds are saved, from those dangers dragon braved. There will be danger aplenty in your future... But not tonight. This is a night meant for you and your hatchlings, and a way for the Weyr to honor the newest dragonriders of Pern.
Congratulations on your Impression. Truly."
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OOC notes:
This RP is for all of High Reaches Weyr, and High Reaches Weyr invited guests. Western Weyr ranking riders may attend (Wingsecond on Up) as well as Candidates so long as they're on their best behavior. Western Candidates who Impressed may bring immediate family or loved ones to the Weyr as a guest but that's it. No other Western Weyr folk are allowed or invited to attend.
There is to be absolutely no drinking for new weyrlings, unless they wish to encounter dire consequences, meaning your dragon will automatically throw him or herself Between and be lost forever.
No canoodling or excessive fraternizing for new weyrlings, and that includes flirting. If your rider is having pants feelings you have gone too far.
We'll keep the Feast open for as long as it seems to be still running.
Bring your dancing shoes and wear your best clothes!
Dancing can happen in and out of the Weyr any time. Inside will play a mix of intimate songs as well as upbeat and uptempo numbers; outside will have more instrumental music, and maybe a singer or two.
It is late autumn in High Reaches Weyr so it is likely cold, possibly with some snow. Heavier clothing like capes and fur-lined things are likely common. There are fires and lanterns and torches for warmth inside and out.
Candidates may find someone to snog with if they so feel, and may drink their woes. Just remember that work is be done in the morning!
Schmoozing ahoy!
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 5:12 pm
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Rhys - HR
There was no way to explain to anyone what had happened to him when that little one had Betweened at the very end of the hatching. There was no way to explain to anyone what was going on with him now. Indeed, Rhys had withdrawn from everyone, sitting in the very back of the Feast, watching nothing, buried almost completely in a sheet of paper and his own writing utensil. How could he tell anyone it was like, in that moment, that he'd gone Between himself? How was he to explain how the world had dropped from under him, and his heart had shattered. He was such a delicate creature, and his sister had always been his knight, his protector, his backbone. When they'd been running wild in the streets of their home, there she was. When Thread had destroyed their hold, she was the one who swept him on to dragon back and held him in the cold of Between. When they'd first been introduced to the woman that would be their adopted mother, she'd pushed him to open up...and now he was alone. So terribly alone, and it HURT. It stung, to think that it had not been his time, and honestly? Rhys HATED himself for being so jealous. How could he be? His sister had found her beloved match, the other part of her soul! He could no more begrudge her a dragon than he could if she'd found a boyfriend, and yet here he was.
He wouldn't even look towards anyone, refusing to speak, just indulging in his drawing as he tried to fight past the raging whirl of emotions that threatened to consume his broken heart. Rune was gone, he had to accept that, to a vicious little Green whose laugh resounded in Rhys' mind rather like a taunt. Perhaps the Green would find his pain funny, but who knew, for any time Rune got near, Rhys would disapper in the crowd all over agian, finding a new place to sit. Tonight was her night. Let her enjoy it as she ought...he had quite so much to work through...on his own.
Rune of Green Saevath
It was like her brother had disappeared. While Rune would catch glimpses of his near-white hair through the crowds, she could never quite catch him, and Saevath seemed to think it a fun game. The hatchling was, however, rather sleepy, and had decided that Hers' shoulder was a lovely resting place. Her head and upper body were draped over one shoulder, while her tail and back legs were draped over the other, the forked tail wrapped idly about her arm. The little one's eyes whirled an orange hue as Hers looked around, baleful and agitated at the girl's attentions drifting elsewhere, Either find him, or settle so we might eat. All your moving is making me ill. In reality, Saevath said it for Rune's own good, sensing her Rider's hunger and exhaustion. Wasn't today all about CELEBRATING their union? After all, they were each other's most important now.
Sighing, the girl settled near the other new Weyrlings, drawing out a piece of meat and feeding it to Saevath. The Green's teeth nipped at a finger as she took it, going so far as to draw blood. Both glared at each other, teeth baring, Saevath's in a mock-smile, and Rune's in a snarl, before they laughed together. It was how they would be, and each was well with it. While Rune's heart might be just a bit sick over Rhys, she had a Hatchling to attend now....and that was most important, after all. She could find the other later....since she knew well that he'd go to Olliah and Fianth. "Okay, you're right....He's obviously busy or something. He can handle it."
Alumet of Gold Zenobiath
Today was a day of sorrow, and a day of delight. Zenobiath was watching all the to-do from a distant perch, and could feel the presence of her Beloved down below. In her gathering best, Alumet looked like a sparkling star as she always did, and the Gold had to take a moment to encourage her beloved to go socialize. She was a Goldrider after all, and there was so much for her to do. Once the woman was mingling about, the Gold let herself relax, her eyes whirling white and yellow, looking around over all the little ones. Thank Faranth they were all well, and taking care of one another. The two little Golds were in her hearts right now, beautiful both and so good for their clutches. A credit to their own golden mothers. Let tonight be about celebration....That she might well ignore the pain that thrummed in her hearts from insults and loss.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 5:53 pm
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 Martirae and Gold Anakumath
Anakumath was still, at minimum, absolutely a wreck about the Feast. For all of Martirae's offered soothing and promises that all would be well, the little gold just hadn't taken to it. Not for a lack of trying, Martirae reminded, seated on her cot in the purple and gold dress she'd held onto for so long. Ana laid her head across the woman's lap, her eyes whirling with what seemed like seven different shades of yellow, each more yellow than the last somehow. I'm sorry.....I'm sorry.... she'd been humming it on repeat for some time now.
Lifting her head from her lap, Martirae leaned her forehead against that of the gold's, offering all of the love she could muster - and for Anakumath, it was a world of it and more. It's fine....it's fine.... she reminded. But the little gold knew Martirae wanted onto the best - and she....was not that in this moment.
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As much as she'd liked to have been one of the first to arrive at the Feast, instead there were more prying eyes already assembled when Martirae had finally pushed through the woe that tightened up her chest, threatening to choke her heart out through her mouth. Not that any would guess it from how high she held her head. Anakumath had buried herself as much as she could into one side of her beloved's skirt, wishing quietly she could melt into it without simply tripping them both.
Little attempt at greeting was made off the bat, waiting instead for speeches that would be made - greetings from all sides, truly. Juneth's words drew Martirae's attention as she looked up towards where he and a familiar green had settled. Anakumath seemed to consider the message for much longer than her chosen did. Do you want to say something to him? Martirae inquired, quickly noticing the pull on her attention. There was no answer for a moment. An uncomfortable shifting of her weight, a slight lean into Marty's skirt, and then she hid her face entirely. I do, but..... She reached down with a hand, running it over one of those headknobs, offering understanding. He will still be there when you are ready, Marty bid, a deep breath loosening the tightness in her chest.
Fianth was given a particularly interested look by Anakumath, who seemed to also hesitate on how to greet her aunt as well. There was a lack of certainty on where her own parents were, and the little gold was at least wise enough to chance a guess at why. It was also why she was perhaps not daring enough to offer more of a greeting than a mental nuzzle. She almost seemed to consider lingering aside the older gold. Martirae drew to a full pause, offering Olliah a slight bow as Anakumath continued her considerations. Ultimately, a small boop of her head against one of Auntie Fianth's feet seemed to suffice before they made their way to join the crowd.
When all eyes were on Zheria, Martirae could feel Anakumath ease up - just enough to not make her heart feel like it was in a vice grip. Just enough, that Marty was sure if she could focus Anakumath on her clutchsiblings as they gathered, that all would be well.
But she wouldn't think it that easy until the evening was done.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 6:09 pm
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Aryale, A'star and Miryath
"I can get down on my own," Aryale nudged one foot dismissively at A'star as he lingered, eager to just grab up his eldest daughter as she climbed down from Miryath's shoulder. Instead, the man stepped back, several degrees of nervous as he looked from Miryath and Aryale, to Euryale, to the dragons of High Reaches. It was as if he was expecting them all to change their minds about letting the family send off their oldest son.
"You're not - I think you - Aryale, please!" the tall man caught a heel in his chest for his attempt to dive in to grab up the girl, causing him to wheeze as she finally dropped into the sand. being in a dress, on top of her father's nervous antics, had not made something she'd done so many times somehow easier. He'd already been acting like an overly dramatic and wounded canine about the whole affair since they came home.
In fact, A'star had already all but thrown himself into Euryale's arms to weep - again. "Our babies are...all grown up!! They don't need d-d-dad anym-more and I-"
Aryale had already begun to tune them both out, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head. "Seriously, you two," she sighed, already accepting her fate of dealing with...with whatever this was for the next full Turn. But she decided pointedly to leave them to it, nodding to Miryath, who had moved to cuddle up next to Theath, as she made her way into the Feast to find her brother.
Which basically meant she needed to think of all of the potential pitfalls of such a setup and check there, first.
houllow Aryale's soul is leaving her body.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 6:10 pm
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 Akaris and Samodith
It had been a long, long day. Sometimes wonderful, sometimes terrible, sometimes both at once. She had cried. Out of fear, out of pain, out of love, out of happiness, out of anger, out of despair, out of sheer exhaustion, until she didn't have any tears left. She'd cried most of them against Samodith, into the warm hide that was even softer than Zinath's, and been wrapped up in the green's unconditional love. All of that crying and fretting, however, had left her - left both of them - with quite the headache. With that, on top of everything else, Akaris had been seriously considering not going to the Hatching Feast at all. Her head hurt, and she was only getting hungry because Samodith was, and cleaning up and making herself presentable seemed a monumental effort. And for what? Would the ones she most wanted to see even be there?
Soft pleas and gentle persuasion from Samodith had eventually convinced her, and though it took her markedly longer than it usually would have, Akaris made herself presentable. She'd chosen her outfit weeks ago, keeping in mind that this time, surely, Rylyrr would Impress, and so it should be at least a little modest. What she hadn't been counting on - aside from Impressing a dragon herself! - was being bandaged from hip to thigh on the left. So she'd done her best to make it work, and wrapped some extra fabric around it, and from the thigh down on the right, so that it would look intentionally asymmetrical. Hopefully it worked. If it didn't, well...she didn't have the energy left to worry about it, and might not even be staying long. No, they could just be seen, and then-
"Junenth!" The sight of the bronze, and the familiar feel of his autumn-breeze voice, washed away her worries, and she set off at a limping run towards him, fully intending to hug whatever part of him she could. In that moment, as he was the first she'd laid eyes on, the bronze was all she had eyes for, though she certainly meant to give all of her family hugs that were equally enthusiastic. Samodith came quickly behind, albeit with far more grace, loping light-footed in the wake of her rider. She could easily have outrun her, but had no desire to, unlike some of her clutchmates who might delight in such games. She came to a halt before the older dragon and tilted back into a delicate sit with her forepaws held off the ground, wide eyes whirling blue-green as she peered up at the bronze.
I'm so glad you're here. Mine has been very worried. Ah, but then Zheria was speaking, and at least one of the pair needed to listen, so Samodith turned her head to do just that. She could tell Hers the important parts later.
((sry dads+Zinath, she loves u all equally but has spotted papabronze first.)) |
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 6:20 pm
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Kinyegele
She'd straight up cried on her mother.
It had been as though these clutches, these wonderful, beautiful, sweet, dark, disastrous, amazing clutches, had boiled her feelings over to the point where they finally had needed to spill over and they'd spilled over with more gusto than intended. But the thing about crying and mothers was that somehow both of them combined had a way of smoothing things back over to an even keel.
So she was simply bright and bouncy and happy to be alive again. A stark contrast from the slightly(...times twenty) girl who had all but scrambled off the sands early that morning. She'd picked up her best blue dress (it was so light and pretty!) and braided her hair up extra nicely (her hair was always braided, so perhaps nobody would care about that) and after perhaps another 20 more hugs around the whole family, off she'd gone.
All by herself.
Zheria's speech put it so wonderfully; she was one step closer to a beautiful green, or maybe a blue, or maybe a white for herself. But she oddly came out on the other side of all of this sadness feeling like perhaps...she was closer to something. Something else. She didn't know what, though. Maybe it was this food. It did all look rather tasty!
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 7:01 pm
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 K’rou and Bronze Cadereth
Now that Yunara’s residency was settled, K’rou’s mind again turned to his brother. He knew his actions during the hatch were harsh, but for the sake of ensuring that Cadereth didn’t panic between, he would have done it again. Karone had been on the edge of hysterics. To give in, to let him fling himself at Karou, to cry over a fraternal reunion sought and longed for for two turns… such an indulgence could easily have ended another new rider pair that night.
As he stepped into the dining hall and took in the sight of the crowd, he wondered if some present there at the feast would have been pleased.
His bronze dragonet was unconcerned with the opinions of others, or even his own rider’s troubled thoughts. Let K’rou have his moment of mourning. He would soon come around and see that he needed no one but Cadereth. He would keep an eye out for the angry little one. Oh, and that one, too. The fool. |
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 7:32 pm
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V'mel
Eight eyes were not enough. Of course he carried only two himself, but for one V'mel, with more than sixty weyrling pairs to mind...Aviroth had been settled in the bowl, just outside the entrance to the caverns, keenly alert and fixed upon any weyrlings that passed by. Over the bowl a deep, nearly midnight-blue firelizard wheeled and turned, chittering to himself as he likewise tracked the movements of those below...and above. As the man himself passed through the entrance to the feasting hall, another firelizard, this one green, took off from his shoulder to perch among the rafters, conveniently blending in with the fair that gathered there each night.
Of course he had his assistants on hand as well. They all of them knew the dangers present at a feast for the freshly bonded. They would intercede if any trouble arose. And still, V'mel felt he needed eyes in the back of his head. Eyes in the skies, eyes on his kids...he was only one man, and he was very good at silencing his own worries and need to assist in all matters he could. His main task, the greatest good he could do, was to be The Weyrlingmaster. Several of these kids had come from Western...and well. Gr'del had already failed some of the rest.
He would not do the same, even if that meant he had to break them to fix them again. If he had to smack wine goblets from hands tonight then by Faranth's own shell he would do it.
 F'enn & Zezollath
He'd slept through most of the hatching, in truth. Heart-rending emotion had given way, as the tiny green (his green, his partner) had eaten her fill beside her cousin, to bone-deep exhaustion. Some of it, certainly, was Zezollath's own sleepiness. Most? Most, if he'd had a mindhealer to tell him, was simply his own body giving up. Feeling isolated, feeling fear, feeling certain his life was in imminent danger? It'd broken him down, and the rush of impressing had broken the dam holding that wave back. His mind hadn't known how to cope with suddenly NOT being alone, NOT having his fate be uncertain. Finally able to cease the persistent stress...he'd collapsed, wrapped in his green's wings, and slept and slept and slept. Not even the death of the candidate, or the passing of his green at the end had roused the pair from their death-like sleep.
When at last they'd been shaken awake, it was like a rebirth. To have each other from that first instant of awareness. To not only not be alone, but to be loved; palpable, genuine, a love he could feel was true...it was the first time in all his turns to wake up knowing that there was someone out there who cared for him. He'd been nearly in tears as he'd been led to the weyrling barracks, and struggled to get dressed when he realized he did not want to let go of the green's tiny headknob. As if losing contact with her would cause her to drift away, a kite with the strings cut, never to return.
Upon finally joining the throng in the feasting hall, both pressed closer to each other instinctively. It would become easy to be separated in the throng, and neither wanted that. Zezollath's eyes whirled a bit brighter upon spotting Anakumath amid the crowd, pausing to offer a bright little trill before pressing on beside F'enn. At her gentle coaxing he had actually dressed well for the event, in a mix of blues—High Reaches colors and to bring out his eyes—and greens. Similarly she herself sported a frothy blue scarf wound around her neck to match his. And she adored that he'd thought to do so.
 O'thio & Iweth
Theo wasn't READY for a feast! He simply, simply wasn't! Oh, Faranth between but he'd come ready to play the role of harper, not one of the guests of honor! Theo'd been wringing his hands since he'd woken and realized that there was a dragonet draped over his legs. Iweth's childlike excitement and his own jangling spirit crashed into a whirling explosion of barely-containable...something, but within just himself he'd begun to wonder if he might not be completely out of his depth. It didn't flag his eagerness to indulge in every wish and wonder he'd kept held at bay—there was no need to consider begging a weyrling to examine their dragon when it was his own!—but...what if Iweth had chosen wrong?
Not to mention how into the spotlight this new status had forced him. Ever polite, he'd taken the time to shake every offered hand on the way across the bowl, and he'd given his and Iweth's names more times than he could count. The bronze, of course, was thriving on the energy. Theo, though, really just wanted to hide out in a quiet corner.
Why though? It's a party! For us, too, young heroes that we are. Why hide away and miss the revelry? When else would you be able to say your new home took the time to toast you and your new dragon? That being me, of course! The bronze seemed eager to keep his rider from the quiet repose he sought, instead continuing in the man's fashion, taking the time to gently nose at each person he drew near, small huffs of interest ruffling skirts or tousling hair.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 7:47 pm
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Le’x of Brown Kratoth
After watching helplessly from the stands when Karou and Karone had come face to face, witnessing Karou’s terrible rejection and Karone being left standing once again with no dragon at the end of it all, Le’x was almost afraid to seek out his cousin. It wouldn’t be easy to weather the obvious rage Karone was no doubt still feeling, but he knew its source was a twice-broken heart. And he wanted to make sure Kar didn’t hit the tap too hard this time. It had been an accident the time that Le’x Impressed his Kratoth, but he suspected if it happened this time, it would be deliberate.
He found Kar in the candidate barracks, sitting on his cot with a piece of parchment in his hand. He was staring off into the distance, so lost in thought that he appeared not to notice Le’x standing right in front of him until the brownrider actually touched his shoulder. The look in Kar’s eyes was less angry and more forlorn than he’d expected… almost devoid of emotion.
“You okay?”
“I’ve… I’ve got something I need to do. At the feast.”
Le’x’s brown eyes flicked down at his cousin’s sand- and blood-stained candidate robe. “Uh… you might want to change first.”
Kar looked down at himself and started as if noticing his ruined clothes for the first time. “Oh. Yes. I guess I should do that.”
So it was that, after a few minutes of dressing and freshening up for Kar, the two boys entered the dining hall together. Le’x followed his cousin as he quickly moved into the crowd, clearly on some sort of mission.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 7:55 pm
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Vash and Orath
"You would enjoy the feast more, if you'd take a nap." Vash informed the small white dragon staring at her. This was not the first time she'd 'recommended' he do so. But her dragon bonded - her bonded, sweet Faranth! - was not having any of it. Even though his head drooped a little. The redhead sighed, sitting next to Orath as he flopped his head in her lap. Such a stubborn... beautiful boy!
If I nap now, how will I win against all my siblings? Orath asked, trying really hard not to let himself yawn. He failed miserably. And his Vash was warm. And maybe if he just let his eyelids close juuuuuust a little....
Sighing, Vash gently stroked the white hide. "How about a compromise? Why don't you rest - no, not 'nap' - just rest, while I work on dressing appropriately for the feast?"
That... is acceptable. I'll just... rest...
The redhead watched as her sweet little white finally closed his eyes. And, as promised, she went to work on figuring out what to wear. But every time she began, her eyes drifted back to Orath. Impressed! She had Impressed! And to a white dragon! She couldn't even begin to describe the feelings of elation. And by the egg, she couldn't wait to write home and tell some of her friends! Or Alanya. Ah, her Aunt would be so proud. Vash was only the slightest bit disappointed she wouldn't be here. But her Aunt had a business to run. Thoughts of home made a pang of sadness catch her and she was thankful Orath was sleeping. What would happen now? While she hadn't been out on the Sands when some of the major drama unfolded, she'd surely heard about it. Would this Weyr look down on her for being from Western? Or for Impressing a white...?
Giving her head a little shake, Vash quickly squashed those thoughts and went about dressing. Faranth, but it was cold at High Reaches! She dearly hoped that the clothing she had would be warm enough. It still surprised her to find it already moved into the space she'd be calling home for a while.
Finally, she felt she was dressed warm and fancy enough for a feast. Her dress was simple and a pale rose color with a dark brown, heavy wrap to try and keep the chill out. Not really sure what to do with her hair, she left it down. Now, time for one last thing. Her gaze drifted towards a sleeping Orath. Well, he was small...
So it was, Vash arrived at the feast, carrying a drowsy Orath. He was a little indignant about being seen in such a state, but how could he deny having all His persons attention?
The sudden voice in her head that wasn't Orath's startled the redhead and she almost dropped the white. But she froze instead, listening to the congratulations from Junenth. A smile formed, and with a deep breath, she continued on. Just in time to hear the speech made by Zheria. And to feel the weight of her gaze for the briefest of moments. But it was enough to make Vash hestitant. Which Orath snorted about.
They will see. We'll be the best in the Weyr before they know it! Just you wait, Vashmine.
"I will wait for that day, my Orath." She smiled, giving him a small hug. Now, to brave the feast!
V'lik and Raith
Mine. Stop glowering. This is a happy occasion.
I am NOT glowering. Just observing. One not so smiling man informed his dragon. Why he had to be persuaded (he was pretty sure his Wingsecond had something to do with it...or Raith.).
With a glower. You'll frighten the little ones. And stress out those already too stressed. Raith was avoiding being close to any of the other dragons about, preferring to lounge in peace. He made a small note of their presence to Junenth, letting the bronze know he and V'lik were present. Junenth. Mine and I are here. We will assist in keeping an eye on our candidates that remain.
With a heavy sigh, V'lik tried to stop looking like such a sour puss. But really, he just hated Feasts. And parties of any kind. There were plenty of other things he could have been doing back at Western! Like going over the next sevenday of drills for his wing. Or working with Raith on improving their abilities even more.
I do not need to improve. You are just rambling to yourself.
Sighing once more, V'lik made an effort to not stand in the farthest corner possible. By taking a few steps away and planting himself there. Raith just sighed back at him.
Uta V'lik and Raith making an appearance!
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 8:03 pm
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Zy'zi of White Iljunfanth
Zy`zi // Iljunfanth
Oh dear... Oh dear oh dear... Bad idea? Zy'zi blanched pale under his tan-hued skin, freckles standing a little starker in contrast. Zy'zi felt his nerves fraying as he walked into the Dining Hall. So many people... Iljunfanth leaned heavily against Zy'zi's leg, creeling in almost fear, eye hue leaning more toward white than any other color. "It's okay... we'll be okay..." He murmured. Would they though? Being a White rider in High Reaches wasn't easy... being a white dragon would be even tougher. Zy'zi breathed as slowly as he could, trying to calm a very rapid heartbeat. Perhaps wearing a white gown had not been wise... he felt like he stood out worse than a wherry in a grove of hungry dragons. He straightened the soft material of the dress with sweaty palms, before he decided he was calm enough. He slowly, slowly walked forward, Iljunfanth stuck to him like glue, letting out soft creels.
There's so many emotions, Zy'ziMine... Love... hate... What do I do?
The white dragonet turned its gaze up to look at his pretty rider, taking cues as obediently as a dog. The dragonet was so uncertain, it was silly! Zy'zi placed his nervous hand on top of the dragonet's head, sending as much soothing comfort as he could to his partner-for-life. "It will be fine, just breathe. Focus on me. Okay?" He said, slowly creeping toward the edge of the crowds, noting a few scathing looks from those who noted that his dragon was white as a cloud.
Finally making it to the outskirts of the throng, he leaned against the wall of the dining hall, his nerves getting to him. He finally sank to the floor and let out a hot breath. Zy'zi was still feeling very overwhelmed from becoming a rider, being thrust into a world of woes. But this had been his dream, had always been what he wanted. He was right where he was meant to be. Looking around for a moment at all the strange faces, Zy'zi finally shook his head and focused on the whirling purple eyes that filled the boy with an overwhelming sense of calm. He was loved by this dragon, eternally. He gently wrapped his arms around Iljunfanth's neck and rubbed comforting circles on the dragonet's cheeks, soothing the both of them.
Iljunfanth was radiantly white, shining from his rider's careful, loving attention. He gleamed like the most perfect cloud in the skies above. And Zy'zi had wore as white a dress as he could manage to muster. He was still very set in his feminine ways, and to any who looked at him, they would likely mistake him for a lanky, curvy girl. Zy'zi didn't care what they said about him behind his back. He felt pretty.... no, he felt beautiful! Despite his nerves of being in such a crowd. He raised his eyes from staring lovingly at his darling to look at who had already arrived. Some were familiar, but most were not. He saw that he had completely bypassed Fianth, and cringed at the fact. He hoped he would be forgiven for not giving her respects so soon. He just wanted calm for a moment... just a moment... before he would dive among the others.
Iljunfanth could sense his rider's woes and slowly the small dragonet raised his awkward wings to wrap dotingly around his rider, hiding him in a world of just love. Love was all there was and would ever need to be.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 10:24 pm
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There was a lot to take in between the Hatching and the Feast, and Orri still felt light headed. He had taken up enough tie in the infirmary at least to still be able to go, thank Faranth, because he wasn't sure he could stand being confined to a room while everyone else partied, not after everything that had happened. He would have to slow down at some point to really process his mixture of emotions, to understand what all these changes meant and go through what many candidates before him had felt when they were left standing. But for now? Now it was a time to celebrate those that were still alive and found Theirs.
Orri had done his best to clean up, combing and re-braiding his hair to get the morning frizz and stress out, tying in a ribbon of appropriate weyr color, and grabbing the outfit his mother had sent with him for such an occasion. It was impossible to completely hide the patch of skin and hair behind his torn ear, though his bandages were flat against his skull and covered most of it. It made the festive noise of the Feast come in mono to him, not to mention the wounds did still dully throb despite the numbweed. But what was a little pain and slightly askew glasses when he was still alive after it all? Even thinking about what could have happened made his heart jump a little. Just as it did when he finally caught sight of Falienn and his dragon.
She was as precious as she had been still touched by egg goop on the sands, even moreso with her new scarf. The two looked joined at the hip almost, and it made Orri break into a smile even before he approached. And Falienn--well, he wasn't quite Falienn anymore, was he? He'd have to use a new name now. He looked better, though, and a second wave of relief eased the knot in his chest. Hopefully his appearance wasn't so off-putting in comparison.
"Glad I caught you before the fans mobbed. Congratulations again, you two," he said in greeting.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 10:43 pm
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Zamistia and Nanuth
Zamistia had spent a lot of the day after the hatching visiting with her sister and R'iz in the infirmary. Then she had gone to get a little nap in the Weyrling Barraks with Nanuth, since she and her brown had gone through so many emotions together. When it came time for the feast, the red headed young woman wasn't sure if she should go or not. On the one hand, it felt wrong to go when her sister and friend couldn't do so. On the other, it felt like it was something they were expected to do, since it was being given in their honor.
I am sure both of them would want you to go, Mine. We can bring your sister a little treat, if it makes you feel better. I am not looking forward to all those people, but we can stay on the outskirts or outside, Nanuth suggested to his rider. Not only that, but he figured her eldest sister would be there, along with some of her other friends. As tempting as it was to just stay in the barracks, they should probably make an appearance. So he waited as Zamistia got into a simple light brown dress and fur wrap, before they headed over to the hall. When he saw his mother, he made sure to give her a warm mental caress. He knew she was probably still mourning the death of his sister, he was too, even if he kept it together as best he could.
"I will take..good care of...him,"Zamistia told the golden queen gently, before the two headed inside. They listened to the speeches, before she allowed him to lead them to the edge of the room. He certainly did not want to be where all the action was.
Ashlyn and Gyafrith
It had been a long day for everyone, but the pregnant bluerider still had a job to do. She had helped lead the Weyrlings to their barracks, before going home to get some rest. Knowing her family, she wouldn't hear the end of it if she didn't take some time for herself. Once she had gotten some sleep, she helped get their son ready, then got into a pretty blue dress, making sure to put a fur lined cape over top of it. After doing her hair, she went outside to get Gyafrith ready to go. She promised her weyrmate she would meet him there, before she climbed up on her faithful blue and they were flying to the hall.
I will make sure to help keep an eye outside on any of the Weyrlings who decide to stay in the bowl. I take it Awnya and the other two will help keep an eye inside?Gyafrith asked landing gently outside the hall.
Yeah, that is the idea. As long as she can keep the boys are on their best behavior,she thought back, gently getting down from his back. At the mention of the firelizards, all three popped in around her head.
"You know what I need you to do. Otieno, Seasnan I want you to be good,"she instructed all three of them. They gave chirps of acknowledgement, before Otieno took to the skies, to hover above those gathered outside. Gyafrith moved to take a position where he would be able to see everything, to make sure the Weyrlings behaved themselves. Ashlyn smiled to him, as she made her way inside. Seasnan went to take a birds eye view on the inside of the hall. Awnya stayed on her bonded's shoulder, as the woman made her way over to V'mel. For being four months pregnant, she sure could move still.
"I have my eyes all over, sir,"she spoke, saluting him as she found where he was keeping watch.
Demanthra and Monath
Demanthra hadn't really wanted to go to the feast at all, not after the way the hatching had ended. The green baby going between was still weighing heavily on her, not to mention knowing Gr'del would no longer be candidatemaster. She wasn't sure about her own job either, something she had wanted since before she even impressed to her wonderful green. Should she reapply, she was not sure, her mind was just a swirl of emotions and feelings right now. However, she knew she should go there to honor the new Weyrlings of High Reaches Weyr, and it would be good for her to let down her hair for a bit. So she put on a beautiful emerald green dress, a cape gently draped around her shoulders. Then went to drag Rhiyn with her, knowing he wouldn't go unless he was made to. She knew he needed to have some fun as much as she did, so she was determined he go with her.
"I know you aren't really fond of feasts, but this is for your own good. Plus, I would like the company,"she told him firmly.
Zeno...Cairo..if either of you would like the company, Mine and I will be there soon,Monath thought to both of her loves gently. She knew Cair would be watching the Weyrlings and Zeno..well, she wasn't sure her golden sister would want the company right now. So she would leave it up to them, although the green wanted nothing more than to be with them right now.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2018 6:27 am
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Talis and Holleth
It hadn't escaped Talis' notice that no few of the weyrlings on their side of the Barracks had some...rather fancy attire. Some quite spectacular dresses, if you were into that sort of thing, which she was not. Oh, they looked very nice, and that was all well and good for them, but it was entirely too much fuss for her. It was just as well, since she didn't have the means for anything so fancy; everything she had, the Weyr had provided. Not that they had skimped! It was entirely possible she could have had a nice enough dress, had she wanted one, but she preferred something more practical. The outfit she did have was new, and smart, and just feminine enough. Nothing particularly eye-catching, just smart. Appropriate.
Perhaps it would have been better in a blue that might complement Holleth, but any such matching would have to wait for another time. She was presentable, and that was what mattered, not that she was likely to be looked at much. Holleth, perhaps. He was a handsome, graceful thing, with stunning wings. Why would anyone be looking at her? Not that she wanted them to.
Ugh, parties. And after everything that had happened, having one felt that much more...off. They had to at least show up and be seen for a little while, though. After that, she doubted anyone would care (or even much notice) if they left for somewhere quieter. The infirmary, for instance.
Holleth paced wordlessly beside her as they made their way to the festivities, moving as always as though eyes were upon him and perhaps they were. Talis' were, more often than not. They listened dutifully to everything that was said, but before entering the Dining Hall, Holleth strode purposely toward a particular golden figure, and swept low in a rather good approximation of a bow, wings out wide. Mother.
Perhaps there was more he might have liked to say, perhaps not. Perhaps he even would have liked to sit with her, but...she would be busy. He had many siblings who had better need of her.
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