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 Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 1:33 pm
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The usual flurry of activity for any afternoon at a Weyr had been disrupted for a time for many - those who had stood in hopeful silence or watched on as little ones made their way across the sands to find those they would make the rest of their lives with. For others, between excited peeks at the sands, there had been work to do - and oh what delightful festivities that work would yield.
For the new Weyrlings, they'd be shown to their new home in the barracks where they'd have time to settle in and, if they so wished, prepare themselves for the Feast to come. Those who preferred some solitude would be allowed to remain without an ounce of guilt, though the Weyrlingmaster assistants would check in to make sure they were not left wanting in their own needs. Even if celebrated alone, the Feast was in their honor.
Between Casgar’s elaborate preparations, which were always sublime, and the efforts of many busy cooks from both Weyrs the tables threatened to give way under the mountainous bounty of food. Steamed, grilled, spiced, even thinly sliced and salted morsels of fish were hardly the beginnings of such offerings. Igen-style curries of caprine, herdbeast, and even wherry drew similar amounts of temptation alongside fluffy, flat breads and freshly roasted tubers. Rumps and shoulder cuts of meat that had been smoked and roasted and packed with vegetables and spices of their own had been carefully sliced and laid out for easy taking. Regional mixes of fruits and vegetables, sliced, mixed, and some even cooked themselves had been strategically placed between complementary dishes, practically begging to be scooped up themselves. Similarly, towers of carefully crafted desserts had been erected - bubbly pies, tarts, puddings, and things even beyond the imaginations of some less food-fulfilled would tempt the greatest of sweet tooths. From drinks to desserts, only the finest and tastiest things had made the cut to be presented today.
For those who hadn't desired to stay for the festivities, nobody would be shamed into either coming...or for leaving early after eating. For some candidates, this was a time to recover and prepare to wait again. To vent disappointment and move on. For some, it had been their last chance.
But for those who did feel the need to live up the night, Harpers prepared their songs and instruments. Room was left for dancing and talking both inside and out - there would be no need for crowding. Except perhaps to wait as the Weyrleader made her toast to the newly minted Riders of Western Weyr and to usher them into their new lives.
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OOC & IC Rules
1. The Cocktail Clutch Weyrlings are allowed to participate at the feast! For anyone who doesn't wish to participate, they can settle in the Barracks. Weyrlingaster(s) and Assistants will be there to check on them.
2. Cocktail Clutch Weyrlings and Candidates have been given time to change into party-appropriate clothing. High Reaches Senior Weyrlings are not allowed to attend.
3. Cocktail Clutch Weyrlings do NOT get to drink, do NOT get to have pants feelings, do NOT get to get into tussles or fights. Candidates may take comfort however they see fit and are under no such restrictions--though fighting at a party will likely land them in heaps of trouble.
4. High Reaches Guests are allowed to attend provided there is a reason for them to be there--this could be helping in the kitchens, helping transport guests/visitors/Candidates, bringing over once HR weyrlings things and setting them up in the Barracks, etc. They can also come if they are family to the Candidates, or a lover/partner/date. Western Weyr is trying to make amends for some of their previous behavior, and is expected to put their best foot forward.
Wingleaders are expected to keep their more troublesome/vocal wingriders in line or else--Hestina's orders.
High Reaches has also been notified to keep the peace. This is a chance to continue to smooth over some of the edges and make peace with their alliance.
5. Eating can happen anytime, though the Harpers probably won't start dancing immediately. There'll be time to scarf down food, before space is made indoors for couples to take a turn on the dance floor! Weyrlings are allowed to dance provided they don't do anything to get them worked up, ifyouknowhatimean.
6. The Western Weyr Weyrlingmaster's will be checking in weyrlings. Orioth will be there in case any babies need a wing to huddle under. The Weyrlingmaster Second and Assistants will also periodically be watching/checking on the new pairs. Do not hesitate to reach out to any of us if you baby dragonet needs something!
7. That said, while baby dragonets are allowed into the Lower Caverns to be with Theirs (they are still small enough) they are expected to behave and not run wild. Any adult dragon can still order a baby dragon around, even the golds; while golds have command abilities, as a weyrling, they are STILL lower rank than even an adult green purely due to being a baby. Weyrlings don't officially get true rank until they graduate. This goes doubly at Western Weyr, as a gold is looked upon no differently than any other wingrider.
8. Remember, though, IC Action/Drama = IC Consequence! If action must be taken, please remember it is done so because of IC reasons and shouldn't be taken personally. That said, don't bring in characters just to cause trouble because you, as a player, think it's fun; that can spoil things for our other players or cause what we do to be shut down early. Please just try to have fun! Remember, this is a Big Deal for new weyrlings, and all guest and visitors in attendance; if you were lucky to come to watch and celebrate, you are one of the rare few on Pern to do so. The vast majority of Pern NEVER gets to see a Hatching in their life, much less stand as a Candidate for one.
9.It is well known in a Weyr that baby dragons are known to act fierce and/or be dangerous before they find Theirs. The dragonets that injured/killed folks on the Sands will not be treated any differently than those who didn't; it's not taken as a personal offense. While it's clear the family and friends will be affected, and even spectators, at the end of the day dragons and riders know the hard rule--it happens. It's not a rarity, it's not a surprise, it's common. Dragons who haven't Impressed can be volatile, and every Candidate who enters the Sands knows this. The Weyr will mourn and grieve the loss, certainly, but the dragons themselves won't be treated poorly or differently and they certainly won't be punished or shamed. It's a sad loss, certainly, but it was a risk every Candidate accepted when they agreed to stand
10. Have fun!
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 2:04 pm
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Alya and White Baihath
Alya had shamelessly sobbed more than once during the Hatching, absolutely overwhelmed at the sight of Khamaith and Turoth's beautiful babies finding their perfect partners on this day. The fact that so many of their children seemed to have Baihath's playful, infectious spirit had only made her cry even more. They. Were. Perfect. She'd quickly changed once the last of the dragons had found Theirs, and couldn't be more excited to meet the new riders. How exciting~!
Baihath practically pranced in place, his eyes whirling a bright blue as he excitedly waited for his children and Theirs to appear. Khamaith and Turoth had done so good! He couldn't even believe it! There were so many good games they could all play together, and oh my GOSH they had so many people to play WITH and--!!!
To say the white dragon was eager would be a severe understatement.
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Aerden and Blue Tianxiath
Tianxiath had sighed and lamented that Aerden's best clothes... were not at all what would one consider to be refined or unique. It's a good thing I found you when I did, sweetness. His rider would be just as much of a trendsetter as he was once Tianxiath was through!
Aerden, for his part, was slightly overwhelmed. It still seemed surreal to him--he could hardly keep his eyes off of his dragon, memorizing each brilliant streak of blue. He kept a hand on Tianxiath even now, feeling like this was all some wonderful sort of dream. Finding a way to be useful had been the most important thing to him... and now, he had the most incredible being at his side that loved him entirely for him. Tianxiath didn't think he was useless or a burden. The dragon knew everything about him, and adored him for it. Aerden almost didn't feel worthy of such affection.
What will it take to convince you? The blue leaned against Aerden's legs, staring up at him with purple eyes. Do you want me to beg? Listen to me. You were the best man out there. My one and only. Trust me when I say I don't settle for second best.
Aerden chuckled, using his thumbs to gently caress the dragon's eye ridges. "Now that, I believe." He murmured, entirely aware of the gooey quality of his voice. He couldn't help it. He was absolutely smitten.
Thatta boy. Now, let's see just what sort of food they're offering. I guarantee they've brought some delicious things from all over. Exotic dishes from Igen? The finest Benden wine? Oh yes, he was going to make sure Aerden got to enjoy it all before the night was done!
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 2:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 2:36 pm
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Marty and Anakumath
Marty had come to appreciate hatching feasts a bit more since she'd impressed. They felt a touch less like a self-pity party, less like she was hoping food would fill an emptiness she'd never known the vastness of until Anakumath had swept in to fill it herself. Nice food tasted better shared with the love of one's life and admittedly there were dishes that tasted better when eaten on the sands of her birth-home. Even if the flavor of memory was less strong than in the company that had made them.
It was good to remember things. But it felt better to be loved - and she could feel it radiating like a sun off of her dragon, who had found a comfortable spot out by the beach to enjoy some company of her own and to feel the warm ocean water like a delicacy against her hide. It was different than the colder waters of the mountains - though they were no less delightful in their fresh, crispness.
Perhaps she would find a familiar face or two to catch up with. At least, some that didn't begrudge her for putting herself out there to find her perfect match.
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M'nr and Cordrath
M'nr was, admittedly, more excited about food than the rest of the festivities. A hatching was an honor, always, but his enthusiasm was merely a slip of a thing compared to the absolute pride he could feel from Cordrath, who had settled awkwardly outside to try and get another look at all of the little ones who would be filing in soon enough.
And of course, perhaps get a moment with any of his children.
Look at them all - you've done so well, Cordrath practically beamed as much as a dragon could to Khamaith in particular, though his love would wash over Baihath as well. Admittedly, the third parent on the sands was one who was unknown to him, and the bronze was not eager to be too familiar, too quickly, and risk offense. Thank you for taking care of my daughter, he offered instead to Turoth, friendly, but cordial.
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F'gon and Farvath
It had been some time since Farvath had enjoyed hatchings the way he once had - it was a familiar ache between both man and dragon. But this hatching had brought many things with it and he'd watched his grandchildren stand with nothing short of pride. That one of them had left the sands with a fine bronze had left Farvath nothing short of smug. Of course there was at least one little one that knew a fine boy when they saw him!
In the time before the Feast, F'gon had taken the time to make a brief appearance at the Weyrling Barracks with some clothing for his grandson to perhaps find something he liked well enough - "But I want a proper introduction to yours later, alright?" Sure, he could have lingered, but wasn't pomp and appearance part of the fun of such introductions?
Admittedly he was so old he couldn't remember much more of his own Feast than the smug showing-off of his dragon and wanting to have eyes about him as he did so. So he wanted to afford that to Zhay- Zh'gan - if it so pleased him as well.
So he'd await the time, and keep an eye out for any other familiar faces that may have welcomed a moment with their grandfather as well.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 3:07 pm
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Nashwa and Ilaorunth
 At long last, it was time for a real party - and the life of it had just arrived, thank you. Ilaorunth, still gleaming after her first oiling, sashayed onto the scene with Hers by her side. Eager as she was to head to the party proper, as she had mingling to do and a friend from the Sands to check in with, first thing was first. Lifting her head proudly, she greeted her parents with a happy trill. Mama, Papa, Daddy! I'm here. She didn't bolt towards them as Alenciath did, but her steps were quick and purposeful, and once she arrived, she was all warmth and nuzzles and croons...and a curious look and cheep for the large, three-legged bronze who was near. And you must be Grandpa Cordrath! So saying, she strode right over to offer a headbump, not the least bit shy.
Nashwa smiled, full of love and fondness for her young bonded, and made her way over in Ilaorunth's wake to greet the parents and Theirs properly as well, dipping down into a polite bow. "A pleasure to see you all again."
She had considered other things she might say, but none of them seemed to quite fit the situation - 'thank you for making my dragon'? - and so she would err on the side of simple but heartfelt pleasantries.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 3:07 pm
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Li'tt of Vuurth
Vuurth was a touch more excited to see the dragons of High Reaches than Li'tt was - there had been a certain veneer of judgment some had turned his way when of course he'd preferred Western Weyr when he had his blue dragon. He'd quickly piled such people onto a short list of those he would avoid, if they'd dared come if only for the sake of politeness.
The last thing the Weyr needed was for him to get into a fight with an old enemy. The last thing he needed was to get into a fight rather than appreciate his date - who had been ever so kind enough to indulge his company. If he'd over-dressed a little, however, it was definitely to make sure certain people saw he'd thrived.
And because she deserved to have nothing but a handsome man's arm to hold onto, if she so desired.
"Do you enjoy such festivities?" Li'tt asked Iafri softly, already starting to plan out the evening ahead of him dependant on her answer.
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Josen
Josen was, perhaps, the less sullen of the pair when it came to how everything had ended up.
"Waiting again," he said, as though Serrekhar didn't already know that and wasn't at least emotionally on his third bottle of feels-bad-man-juice about it. As though so many delicate little greens hadn't fluttered his heart. If Josen hadn't been tough enough to redirect it, his sensitive heart would have started down a spiral of wondering if there was something wrong with him for not having fallen similarly in love with every dragon that hatched.
On the flip side, however, there was delicious food and Josen was happy to pile it all up onto his plate to indulge. Hey, he was a growing baby boy! He deserved to enjoy it all!
"Man, all of these curries look amazing......do you think if I mixed them all on my plate it'd ruin the flavors?"
Fahn would have gasped if she heard it.
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Matotoka
He'd patched the worst of his feelings back together, mostly because it was hard to feel too down when he'd had little pings of love and support sent his way. That had made it an easy enough choice to come and celebrate with food.
Celebrate what? Well, Matotoka had decided to celebrate something. Just nothing specific. Celebrate good company, perhaps, even if he was maybe being a rather impolite young man by looking over food between trying to see if he could spot a familiar goldrider who would perhaps enjoy it with him.
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E'mel and Brieteth
Brieteth was content to settle wherever Loreleth had decided to be, seeing little need to be down below in the festivities where E'mel had all but been summoned to watch the Harpers as they prepared. It was a love he'd never really be rid of, and he got a certain amusement out of (with permission) holding out his firelizard, Lyre, to the instrument in question and announcing 'It's you!' to her lack of understanding.
It was just a way to pass some time, of course, as he wasn't exactly eager to whisk his dragon back to High Reaches - and E'mel had found that passing the time was rather nice in the right company. Fortunately, visits for Brieteth were usually to someone who came with built-in company.
One of these days, however, he'd need to make the man agree on somewhere they could agree was their 'spot' to meet up at so he'd not be left trying to find him when there were many exciting distractions about.
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Veena
They'd made it through another hatching without a candidate dying - which meant the event was overall a happy one as far as Veena was concerned. Especially as it seemed a dragon had finally deemed to choose another of her...well... children. She'd not put on airs and pretend that she didn't consider Aerden just that.
But of course, she needed introductions to the handsome blue who had sought him out. Which was why she hadn't put herself into the busy throng that was now investigating the spread of food, but closer to the entry so she could see him when he stepped inside.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 3:56 pm
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Iafri and Girofleth
 To say that Iafri was nervous would have been an understatement, but then again, she was almost always nervous: it was just a matter of to what degree. Feasts and other large gatherings had always made her uneasy, so when she attended it was rarely for any longer than it took to satisfy her dragon's urging that she put herself out to try to be more social, then gather up a bit of food to take back to their weyr so that she could actually enjoy it. She'd danced a few times, reluctantly, but had never had a date! A date she absolutely adored, and whose presence was in most circumstances quite soothing, but she couldn't help but fret.
He was terribly handsome, and ever-so well-dressed, and she had the same clothes she'd been wearing to every 'nice' occasion for the last six Turns, a simple outfit she'd been provided with for the Hatching Feast at Benden after she'd Impressed Girofleth. It was clean, of course, and she'd taken meticulous care of it for all this time, as she did all of her things, but compared to what others were wearing...it was practically drab. She'd never really minded before, but today it was at the forefront of her thoughts.
The greenrider held tightly to Li'tt's arm, resisting the urge to tuck herself in close and thereby make it difficult for either of them to walk. "I haven't before," she answered softly, "But I haven't had anyone to enjoy them with before now, either."
So she was willing to try.
Adi and Mazamath
Adi loved a Feast - she loved any party - but she was so excited about this one she was practically bouncing, and had been since Aerden had Impressed. She had absolutely let out a whoop from the Stands when he had, and had been dying to see him ever since and meet his blue. His blue!! How perfect was that?
Easy, Mine, Mazamath reminded her gently, his tone warm with amusement. Don't get too overfamiliar. The young blue may or may not welcome someone encroaching on his or Aerden's personal space, after all, and it would be best if she felt the matter out rather than immediately gush all over the both of them.
I know that! Adi insisted with a giggle, plucking up a glass of sparkling wine while she waited.
x Tsunake waiting 2 pounce...only after he has visited with mom, of course!
Akaris and Samodith
 Well now. This day had not gone at all how it should have, and Akaris was beyond frustrated. Someone had had to cause a diplomatic incident, so she'd had barely any time at all with R'mor, and hadn't even gotten a proper Junenth cuddle. If she was lucky, she might get to steal a moment with A'ral and Zinath, but she wasn't going to hold her breath only to end up even more disappointed. She so looked forward to these rare occasions when they could actually have proper family time, so for it to be ruined? She'd been terribly upset, and though she'd since had some time to pull herself together, it was fair to say she remained in a bit of a sulk.
It wasn't a total loss, as it was still time at home, and she could always catch up with R'min, or A'mor and his new brown. And, of course, she could enjoy the celebration with R'lyr, or try to. Some drinks, some dancing, and maybe she would feel better.
Samodith, much like her rider, was Displeased, but she had already honed in on her own distraction. She'd noticed, from her own perch at the Hatching, that Anakumath had been cuddled up with an absolute feast for the eyes (or in her case, just the one eye): large, sleek, and impressively muscular. It would have been rude to leave her own spot to intrude, even after Junenth had had to depart, but now that the party was underway... The bright green swept down to alight nearby, all confidence and easy grace, and flared her wings just so before settling them against her sides. Sister, dear, have you been keeping secrets from me? I'm quite sure you never mentioned you had so fetching a friend here.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 4:36 pm
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Ty'nan and Bllue Chinanazith
When Ty'nan arrived at the Feast, cradling blue Chinanazith in his arms, the party was well underway. "Perfect timing," he grinned to whomever was nearby, but most especially to Chinanazith. He'd had a bit of difficulty getting ready -- partly due to having to piece together a decent outfit, and partly because he just wanted to snuggle with his dragonet. Chinanazith himself had been in no hurry, saying things like The party is right here, Mine! It will be a nice, relaxing cuddle party. But in the end they both decided that seeing their clutchmates was more important, so here they were.
Ty'nan looked around, a huge grin on his face. This was going to be fun! He gently placed Chinanazith on the ground, where the dragonet promptly sat down. "C'mon, Chinny, you can stand. Go visit your brothers and sisters. I'm sure someone will want a cuddle pile."
Heaving a sigh (even though his eyes were still gently whirling a happy blue and green), Chinanath got to his feet in a leisurely manner. You're right, Ty'nanMine. It's more fun to relax with others, after all. With that, the little blue ambled off toward where his parents were lounging. Mama, Papa, Daddy, he crooned at Khamaith, Turoth, and Baihath, booping noses with each in turn before flopping at Khamaith's feet in pure contentment.
Chinanazith wasn't tired, he wasn't injured, he was just... chill. And that calm relaxation oozed through Ty'nan like a sunny day at the beach.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 4:54 pm
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Zh'gan and Manahahtath
Getting Manahahtath to leave the tables and trundle to the barracks was not as easy as it should have been, perhaps. Not until Zh'gan promised that they would both clean up and make themselves presentable. More presentable, in his case, because there was nothing particularly eye-catching about a sweeat-and-meat-juice spattered robe. Manahahtath could, of course, fall back on the stunning depth and shine of a freshly-oiled hide, but the boy who stood beside him?
Gratefully took the borrowed things F'gon handed over during his visit. "I'll introduce you, I promise," he told his grandfather. "You'll love him! He's amazing!" Because of course he was.
Of course I am. You understand. Now it's time for the rest of the Weyr to understaand it too. Are we ready?
Zh'gan made one last adjustment of clothing that hadn't been made to fit him so weren't exactly suited fo him and exhaled a breath. I guess we are. I'll get better clothes as soon as I can,]/i] he apologized. Clothes of my own, I mean.
Mine. Manahahtath leaned against Zh'gan's leg, favoring him with a contented wash of warmth and a blue-eyed gaze. You are perfect as you are. Now, come. You should be seen as well.
So they went in to the feast, Manahahtath with his head held regally high, and Zh'gan grinning ear to ear. He was looking for ... "There! Look! I mean, come on," he said to the bronze who padded along with him toward F'gon himself. "Told you I'd introduce you," Zh'gan said proudly. "Grandpa, this is Manahahtath. Manahahtath, this is my grandfather, F'gon, rider of Bronze Farvath."
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 4:58 pm
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Teohe and Tiossith
 There, my dear, I believe you are quite in order, Tiossith had pronounced after giving His a final once-over before the Feast, But we really ought to find you something in blues one of these days. How much more fetching would we be beside each other if we matched? Ah, but don't fret - I know exactly the thing for it! I'll have a little chat with Hyglath while he's here, and be sure he mentions to His that you are in need of something new.
Teohe had been horrified. Tiossith! Don't you dare! We- I'll be just fine with what I have.
You may be fine, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve better still. And besides, it was just your nameday, and while a firelizard egg is very thoughtful, you are a young lady, and you have certain needs. The blue hadn't been willing to hear any further protest on the matter, and had turned and strutted off on his way to the Feast so that he might inform a certain bronze of this particular need. And there were others to see, as well! Less so his clutchmates, as he saw them all day, every day, but also his sire and dame, and he very much wanted a look at all the visitors from High Reaches.
Sylfie and Hesperith
Sylfie would have been perfectly happy to stay home at High Reaches, if it weren't for her handful of friends at Western, and of course Hesperith, who took the opportunity to visit her clutchmates. Early on, they had avoided such visits, as Hesperith had been concerned - rightfully so - that her spending time with Braraith's would have been counterproductive, as she had nursed a hopeless crush on the brownrider for Turns. Now, though, that had faded, replaced by another, and so it was safe enough to visit. And Hesperith did enjoy it, not just for the company, but for the seaside locale.
Sylfie had fussed a great deal about what to wear; when she had dared to wear something a bit outside of her comfort zone at the Feast for Zenobiath's clutch, she'd felt even more self-conscious than usual, and though E'ros had been exceedingly complimentary when he'd swooped in to rescue her from looking anxious and lonely, she wasn't sure she was ready to revisit the outfit. So she'd fallen back on her old standby, even if the skirts were a touch heavy for the summer.
Hesperith settled herself on the beach, the picture of contentment at the edge of the waves, warmth and happiness rolling off of her. Iweth, Braraith, won't you both join me?
She understood if her brother wouldn't be comfortable with the additional company, but the invitation was there, and very much heartfelt.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 5:11 pm
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Ar'ad and Bronze Turoth
After the sands had cleared Ar'ad had headed back to his weyr to change, his mind still whirling with the embarrassment from the start of the hatching. He knew Turoth's intentions had been good - they always were - but he knew it was not taken that way by the visitors from holds and other places around Western. The reprimand that had come had been for Turoth alone, but Ar'ad had felt the surprise and quick apology that his dragon had sent back. He'd also seen how people in the stands had reacted and he'd spent the beginning of the hatching with his head in his hands, hunched over a bit to keep from being spotted. Or at least, that's what he'd tried to do. But things had settled down and he'd been able to watch every Impression and Turoth's joy had filled him up relentlessly.
So here he stood, dressed in his best robes as he stood beside his bronze, Khamaith, Baihath, and their riders with a smile on his face as he welcomed everyone. Turoth watched with a fond look as people began to file in, dragons flying overhead to join in on the fun.
And then the children began to arrive.
Alenciath came first, screeching to a halt before their talons, and Turoth didn't hesitated to lean his large head down to press his snout gently to his tiny daughter's.
Good evening, Alenciath. It's so wonderful to see you. Of course they had met before while in the egg, but this was their first time meeting face to face. Next came the shining gold, Ilaorunth, who was clearly quite delighted to be arriving with such fanfare. Turoth sent her a warm wave of affection and turned his head to welcome her once she reached the group of adults, returning her affection.
Welcome, Ilaorunth. Now the party can begin/ He gave both of their riders an approving wave of affection before glancing at the bronze that had joined them. Cordrath greeted and thanked him and he could only bow his head in response.
Of course, Cordrath. She did a wonderful job and was a very attentive queen. He could sing Khamaith's praises day and night, but he had a feeling - as her father - Cordrath already knew how wonderful she was.
Another small dragon toddled up and Turoth glanced back as Chinanazith reached their talons, greeting them all but laying at his mothers feet after the little boop of a welcome.
Welcome to the feast, Chinanazith. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time with Yours.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 5:28 pm
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V'ime of green Rhodonth
Getting to the feast in a timely manner was apparently very important to Rhodonth, but so was making sure V'ime was presentable. He'd never washed and dressed faster than he had that evening and he had half a mind to tell his new dragon that if she hadn't waited so long to hatch and find him, maybe they wouldn't be rushing. But the thought had only just formed in his mind before Rhodonth was scolding him for assuming it was her fault that they were in a rush. No no, it was him! His attire wasn't properly cleaned nor pressed, his hair was a mess, his nail beds were dirty, oh, the state of his shoes...
But here they were, Rhondoth walking daintily beside a nearly scrubbed raw V'ime. His clothes were...fine. Clean and pressed but certainly out of style by a few Turns and threadbare here and there. They suited V'ime just fine but Rhodonth had turned her nose up to everything and had to settle. No matter, she'd be debonair and regal enough for the both of them. Her little head was held high and her tail didn't drag on the ground as they approached the little gathering of siblings before the three parents. V'ime hung back as Rhodonth approached her parents, giving them each a loving nuzzle and croon. She glanced at her siblings as well that had gathered, a decent little cluster of them.
Ilaorunth, you are looking beautiful this evening as always, my dear. Yours has dressed to match your hide perfectly. My compliments. Alenciath, Cordrath, so lovely to see you.
As his dragon socialized V'ime glanced around, looking for an empty table to sit at. They among the first of the new riders to arrive but there were already quite a fair number of weyrfolk mingling around the food. He just wanted to grab some grub and find a quiet place to sit, but he knew Rhodonth would be upset if he left without her.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 5:45 pm
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Etansi & White Quinineth
It was only thinks to Dystzha that she was even dressed as well as she was, though Etansi personally wasn't thrilled with it Quinineth was fair bursting from joy that she was so pretty. He himself had hooked his little wing claws together just at his throat and dipped the large appendages down so that it appeared he was wearing a little white cape over his back and sides. The edges of his wings hovered just above the ground as the pair of them walked into the feast, the little white's very first party and it was in honor of he and his Etansi.
Well... and the rest of his siblings and Theirs, but he could self indulge just a bit.
The very first stop they had to naturally had to make was to visit Quinineth's parents and congratulate them on their clutch, but it was a little more personal than that. Etansi wanted nothing more than to show the delicate little white to Khamaith up close and to see Baihath's reaction, but when they got close she let loose a little squeak of happiness and tackled Erastan from behind. It was made awkward with the dress she was wearing, but she wrapped her arms around his chest and grinned.
"Erastan! You actually came!" Etansi was still grinning from ear to ear as she released him and circled to face him. "You need to meet Quinineth, you'll love him."
At her feet, the little white spread his wings in a bow and tucked them back as they were, situating them just perfectly so. It's a pleasure to meet you, I must thank you for the joy My dearest is now feeling, she was worried you would not come to celebrate. He spoke directly to Erastan, though Etansi had the faintest of ideas what it was he was implying and glanced at him. Quinineth's eyes never changed from their delighted blue but a thread or two of purple made it through them at her attention. While you and your brother speak I'll greet Mother and Father. Take your time, I'll be right back.
She grinned once more and hugged her brother a second time as the little dragon turned to face his mother and father, pacing just a bit closer so that he could bow before them as well and not be entirely missed. Mother and Fathers! Thank you so much, I wanted to come and congratulate you on such a wonderful day and to thank you for My Etansi. Though she's distracted now herself. He chuckled a little bit and glanced back at her, love spreading through him. Thank you. It came out a little wistful.
Sinders Path I think that counts as a glomp. lol
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Pavari & Gold Susurinth
With a bowl of fruit at her feet and a drink beside it, Pavari had set up an easel and was painting all of the beautiful babies that had hatched and were wandering around the feast. She'd already managed to get through three of them and was looking to see if she could spot a new one to paint, swiping a piece of red fruit to chew on as she did. Her eyes caught on someone and the edge of her mouth crooked upwards, she was looking forward to later in the evening, burning off some steam. Carefully she stretched out her bad leg and crooked it back under the leg of her chair once more, pulling the paintbrush from behind her ear to continue. It was hard to ignore the constant stream of enjoyment and love coming off of Susurinth but she'd learned to stave it off with alcohol.
To her credit, Susurinth was really just trying to keep it to herself but she was overjoyed to see her children and her children's children. But most of all she was still so thrilled that Cordrath was there. It wasn't her day this time, it was Khamaith and Baihath and Turoth's, so she had settled herself near the great bronze and watched everything with eyes so purple they couldn't get any brighter. She was so incredibly proud, so intensely happy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 5:50 pm
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 Raen, Mindhealer (Western, She/Her)
Hatchings were always wondrous things, full of hope and dreams come true for some... but also sadness, and even great pain for others. Physically and emotionally, it could be a challenging time, and while Raen might not be suited to stitch the guts back into a mauled candidate, she knew how to soothe the mental scars of trauma and fear better than most. The feast was not the place to minister care to others, of course, but as far as watching the crowds, seeing who indulged a little too much, or too little... It could be a grand way to suss out future people to talk to and check in on.
This hatching had gone better than some, better than most, really, in that regard. No one dead, no hatchlings lost between. A rousing success, some might say. And so for once, Raen hadn't really planned to do much in way of her quiet work tonight. It would be nice to let her hair down (or put it up, rather) and simply enjoy the evening. Try some good food, have a dance or two, maybe. Nourish the body along with the mind, and celebrate the Weyr's newest riders-to-be. Tomorrow, perhaps, or the next day, she would check in on the girl that had been mauled, and see how she was handling it. One never knew with the bad wounds, what kind of trauma might lurk... but Pern needed all the potential riders they could get, with thread growing worse by the turn. Losing a candidate to fear or remembered pain might someday cost them all a needed rider, and so it was better to be sure.
For now though... the golden-white and flaky fish, steaming brightly from the tables, drew her into the throng.
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