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Post by Kit on Jul 17, 2010 23:57:22 GMT -5
Cybele frowned at she looked at herself in the polished bronze mirror, one of the few such mirrors that had been salvaged from the wreck of the north. Now there were new ones, of course, but in her mind, they lacked the character of the older variety. Who knew how many generations of dragonriders had stood in front of this mirror? Argent trilled in her ear, bringing her back to reality. The firelizard sent images of the food being prepared in the kitchens. "Yes, I know, you're hungry and you know there's a Feast waiting. Well we're going," she said, frowning one more time at her reflection in the mirror, the flowing blue dress making her feel like a doll. How she hated dressing up. But this was a special occasion, so she bore it with as much grace as she could muster, Chandrath was still sleeping after all the excitement, so the Weyrwoman went down the stairs on her own, standing at the doorway to the dining Caverns to greet people and make sure everything went smoothly. Meanwhile, Arktos woke about a candlemark before sunset., his body curved around Kiyoni's in a way that gave him such a feeling of contentment that he didn't want to move. But there was a Feast to attend. He kissed her neck. "Wake up, love. We should be getting ready for the Feast. Besides, I think we need another bath," he added playfully, running his hand over the curve of her hip. Q'del had no such comforting bedmate, to his continual dismay, and he had only slept fitfully, perhaps worried about his sister and her silver and all that the new colors would mean, or perhaps just unused to sleeping during the day. He dressed in a black velvet tunic and black trews and boots. He didn't much care that he looked morbid, he'd worn his other best tunic for the last feast. He patted Demnoth goodbye and made his way down to the Dining Cavern, where he greeted the Weyrwoman and then waited for Toniel. With Artemth fed, bathed and oiled for the second time that day after a much needed nap, Quindara waited until the Hatchling fell alseep before she took herself into the bath with many of the other weyrling girls. She couldn't wait to see G'rett, and she wanted to look her best. Once her hair was dry and braided into a single braid down her back she put on a green and white dress that she'd been saving for just such an occasion. Shadow crooned appreciatively. Once she felt she was ready, they made their way to the Dining Cavern. K'von meanwhile, sat with Cernuoth on his couch until the dragonet's eyes cloused, then quickly rinsed himself in the bath before putting on his best tunic and running his fingers through his untidy mop. He smiled at M'thos, who still looked a bit overwhelmed, and had nothing to wear but what he'd worn to the Hatching. The younger boy flashed him a hesitant smile. "Come on, M'thos, Let's see if we can find my brother F'har." His firelizards crowded around him, fighting for sitting space on his shoulders. Once they were settled, he walked down the hall. Tesni had fallen asleep still dressed, and was in sore need of a bath by the time she woke. Once outfitted in her favorite dress, she flew down to the Bowl on Kaitoth and watched the blue fly out to perch on the rim with some of the others. She walked into the Dining Cavern smiling with Itzal and Indra following, and poured herself a glass of wine.
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Post by sorra on Jul 18, 2010 7:52:07 GMT -5
T'tarel yawned a bit as he climbed out of bed. Reloith was still asleep on his ledge, so the young bronze rider didn't bother him. There was no need to at the moment. T'tarel stepped into the bathing chamber and got a quick bath before finding his clothes. He ended up pulling on his midnight blue tunic with black pants. He always thought the blue helped bring out the blue in his eyes. Once he was sure everything was in place he headed down to the Dining Cavern.
He bowed when he saw Cybele. "Good evening, Weyrwoman," he said with a smile, his eyes dancing. "That was a quite a Hatching we had today."
Kiyoni shifted slightly beside Arktos. She didn't want to move and lose the comfort and warmth she had. "Mmm," she mumbled when he kissed her. The green rider slowly opened her blue eyes and looked back at him with a lazy smile. "Yes, I suppose we do," she chuckled, shivering slightly at his light touch.
Meera hadn't slept much because she had too song ideas running through her head. She changed into a dark green dress the color of Vanlith's hide and headed down to the Dining Cavern. She looked around for M'lym, hoping to get a chance to talk to him again.
G'fal had spent a lot of the time making sure the new weyrlings had gotten settled in alright. He had slept a bit, but not much. The Weyrling Master was soon back up again and pulled on his best pants and tunic. He decided to check on the weyrlings before heading for the Feast himself.
It had taken Belenoth a while to fall asleep. The bronze wanted to investigate everything and talk to everyone. He finally did fall asleep though and S'tex got up slowly, so as not to bother him.
The boy pulled on a pair of dark brown pants and a rusty colored shirt before washing his face and combing his hair. He was still walking on air as he headed out to wait for his sister and see if maybe J'sen joined them as well.
Freyath had curled up with Calyssa and had no desire to explore at the moment. She had laid her small head on Calyssa's lap and promptly fallen asleep. The girl had slept for a bit as well, but was now up and carefully slipped out from under her red's head. She smiled fondly at her dragon before getting ready.
Calyssa got cleaned up and then pulled on the same dark red dress she had worn when she had met J'sen for dinner. She loved the dress and the way the sleeves billowed around her arms. She pulled her hair up in a twist type style and slipped out of the barracks. She grinned when she saw her brother and headed that way, looking around for J'sen as she walked.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 18, 2010 8:46:10 GMT -5
Wingleader G'rettFor once, G'rett was actually looking forward to this feast. He spent a bit longer than usual in his personal bathing chamber, but he knew it would be worth the extra effort. Drying off, he wandered over to his wardrobe to ponder. Ah, this would be much better. Instead of going with his cavalier shirt from before, he instead chose to go with a white ruffled collar shirt. Black tights were worn under black trews, complete with sueded boots that came up to his mid-calf. To him, it was simple yet elegant, and bespoke of his status as a Wingleader. He wanted to look his best for his beloved, and at the same time get underneath Toniel's and Q'del's skins. Toniel had once again greeted him with her usual cool, professional demeanor, but G'rett would see to it that she would never live down her inability to exert control over her Aylinth and choose his Coth rather than Demnoth. He'd also upstage Q'del this time around and likewise get his shots in as often as he could, and sitting near or next to his sister would definitely do the trick. Tying his hair back in the traditional runner's tail, G'rett made his way to the Dining Cavern. Luckily, his personal Weyr was only a short distance away, and he waited near the entrance of the dining cavern. Bowing his head in respect to the Weyrwoman, he greeted her warmly, then flashed a smile at Q'del. G'rett knew why the other man was here, to wait for Toniel. But when Quindara showed up, he turned to give his full attention to her and bowed to her from the waist, then offered his arm. "You look lovely," he whispered, commenting his beloved. "May I escort you to your chair, my lady?" Flashing yet another grin at Q'del, knowing it would stick in his craw, G'rett escorted Quindara into the main chamber. --------------------------------------------------------- Senior Weyrling/Journeyman Healer C'oltC'olt had to wait his turn for some of the junior Weyrlings to finish using the shared bathing chamber for males until he was able to quickly lather and rinse. The water was lukewarm and tepid, and he hated that. But there was nothing he could do. Not even when he became a full-fledged Rider would he be able to have his own personal chamber. No, only the ranking Riders and the Weyr Leadership had that privilege. Perhaps one day he'd be able to join that echelon. But first things first. He had a Feast to attend. He wanted to get to know the ladies who'd Impressed to male dragons a bit more...but was also half-expecting to see Kia present as well. It had always been an on-again, off-again relationship between him and her. C'olt debated about pursuing her again. The Feast would definitely be a good time for that. He wore a green padded doublet with gold brocade, along with black trews and boots. Instead of tying his locks of honey-blonde hair back, he chose to instead let it flow freely down to his shoulders and to the back of his neck. C'olt had always been known for dressing up for occasions like this, and he couldn't pass this up. Not when the wine would be free-flowing. Everyone was in a good mood, and his patients were doing well in the Infirmary. Very few of the Candidates complained of first-degree and second-degree burns on their feet. He knew that in time, they would heal. C'olt made his way over to the Dining Cavern, bowing in respect to the Weyrwoman and to the Weyrsecond, and catching a glimpse of Quindara being escorted by none other than G'rett himself. Show-off, the Healer smirked. I'd like to see how Q'del and Toniel will react to this. Nodding at Calyssa appreciatively then making his way over to his designated seat, he found there was a goblet of wine already waiting for him. He raised it in salute to Tesni, then waited for Kia to arrive. ------------------------------------------------------------ Junior Weyrling J'senJ'sen had just finished washing up and was drying himself off when he caught sight of the sleeping form of Amonth, and Misty was curled up next to her larger cousin. It made quite a sight, and he half-wished he could join them. But he knew he couldn't, as there was a feast to attend. Thankfully, Misty came through once more to help him get out of a difficult situation involving his father and Calyssa's, but J'sen felt as if he needed to personally apologize to the young lady. Giving her the pendant given to him by his father would be a start. Instead of his last outfit from before, he chose to wear a magnificent doublet; its dual tones representing the dual nature of his own Amonth, a black wherhide belt and polished buckle near his hips and over the doublet, along with black breeches and boots. It was a gift from his mother, and J'sen was speechless when he first saw it. Perhaps Calyssa would likewise be speechless at the sight. Slipping the pendant over his head and letting it slip below the fabric of his tunic, he made his way towards the dining cavern and eventually caught sight of the young lady. Nodding and smiling at S'tex, then bowing his head at the Weyrwoman, J'sen quickened his pace a little then slipped his hand into Calyssa's. "You look radiant," he said softly. "May I escort you to your chair, my lady?"
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Post by Jammi on Jul 18, 2010 9:39:00 GMT -5
Cheriss and Eponath had a hard time parting so the girl could ready herself for the feast. At some point during the evening the new red weyrling pair had fallen asleep curled up like young canine pups. Once it dawned on the short haired teen, Cheriss spent the next quarter mark untangling limbs. She tried to be as careful as she could as not to injure her new friend. As she entered the bathing chamber, Cheriss couldn't keep her mind from wandering back to her lifemate. A soft giggle left her lips as she realized she could feel the sleeping dragon in her mind. A quick bath was in order to wash off the sweat from the sands. Cheriss didn't mind sharing a bathing room with other girls. After all she had spent her whole life with a twin, so how could this be any different? Once her bath was done she left the steamy room to make room for others. Stopping at her new bed, the short haired teen spent another ten minutes just starting in awe of her dark red friend. The idea hit her. Myrna had left a stunning red gown for Cheriss to grow into, and Demariss -no it's D'mar now- had coaxed his twin into bringing it. After slipping it on and tying the last lace into place, Cheriss picked out her softest black boots to wear beneath the dress. She would really need to find some slippers in her size one of these days, but for now these would do. Knowing her twin would want to enter the feast with her, Cheriss waited in the common room.
Sionnth had just fallen asleep. After hours of poking her snout into the various chests and doorways the excitable green finally wore her self out. And D'mar was tempted to join her. Cheriss would be waiting however, so the big brother would have to suck it up and go. A quick bath tidied up the mess the sands and Sionnth's explorations had left. Now all that he had to do was find a good tunic for the Feast. Straightening his chests as he went, D'mar searched for just the right tunic. No that one was too dark, and the second was too warm. Shirt after shirt went back into his chests until he found the right one. Pairing it with a dark set of breeches, D'mar knew he wouldn't be the best dressed there. But did that matter? No. He was there to have fun and to spend time with his twin before the various lessons tore them apart once more. So after slipping on a pair of knee high boots to complete the look, D'ar met his twin in the common room. Eyes wide he took in the dress, "So it finally fits, huh? Well it looks decent I suppose. Come, let's go make Myrna and Remiss proud of us," He smiled as he held his hand out to her. Unsure of how to greet the Weyrwoman and the other riders standing near the door to the dining hall, Cheriss bobbed into a quick but polite curtsey D'mar a formal bow did the trick, or so the hoped. "Greetings," The twins chirriped in almost perfect unison. Smiling they turned to enter the feast. Since they both were new, they felt like they had no one to sit and chatter with. So with twin logic, they found a small table towards the side of the large room to settle down to eat.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 18, 2010 10:51:09 GMT -5
Toniel had been surprised by how easily she had fallen asleep after a warm breakfast meal after the Hatching had finished. And now that she was awakening, she knew it would be time to get ready for the Feast. She was more grateful than ever for the private bathing pool she was privy to as a queenrider, allowing her to bathe her petite body without interruption and without distraction. The foaming sweetsand was a relief to her sweaty, sticky skin and the oils that had began to build in her hair. She stepped out of the bathing pool at last and toweled off, paying particular attention to her hair. Thankfully, the dark locks were not too long, or she might have been drying her hair clear through the feast. When the locks were sufficiently dry, Toniel combed out any tangles and then selected her gown. She decided on a light-weight, white gown with a split sleeve on the shoulder and a thin trimming of silver along the breastband. Once she was dressed, she carefully slicked back most of her hair, securing it with a leather tie and then braided the remainder so that it formed a headband. Finally, she pulled out several strands so that it would look natural, but still fancy enough for a queenrider. Finally, Toniel left her weyr for the Dining Caverns, her large eyes taking in the sights around her. Leifa popped in from between and settled on her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek before wrapping her tail around her neck. She was the last part of the outfit, providing Toniel with a soft, pinkish necklace. She stroked the firelizard and murmured to the creature before they came into view of the entrance. There was Q'del again, waiting for her just like the last Feast. It was nice having something to celebrate, a reason to leave behind the troubles that plagued the world of today. It was her luck that the Weyrsecond was looking the other direction, so as she approached him, she quietly slipped her arm into the crook of his elbow, her quiet voice speaking a greeting. "Good evening, Q'del. That is a nice tunic," she complimented. She arrived just in time to see G'rett greet Quindara and she didn't quite miss the familiarity between them. She followed them like a hawk, and then the pair turned, G'rett flashing Q'del a smile that did not seem friendly or even competitive. She glanced quickly at Q'del, watching his reaction. She didn't dare to assume anything was going on between G'rett and Quindara, as he'd been just as polite as any bronzerider should expect to be in the presence of a future queenrider. But something was going on...
F'har had not slept well between the pain in his broken arm and the general discomfort that came from having one's arm in a sling. He had had a fellis juice concoction to help ease the pain that numbweed could not quite take away and one of the healers had helped him care for his green. The fact that he had Impressed green instead of a blue or even one of the mutations didn't quite reach him. And in any case, he wouldn't have cared. Plenty of men rode green dragons, in fact the majority of greens were male-ridden. So he was merely joining the ranks. It didn't mean one thing or another. Finally he woke from his fitful sleep. There was a throbbing ache in his arm, but it didn't quite hurt, thankfully. Slowly, he rose from his bed and began the tedious task of dressing. He couldn't bathe without healer supervision, as the bandages were likely to unravel when they got wet. Dressing was hard enough as it was, trying to work around his broken arm. He settled for a short-sleeved tunic, one of the few things he could wear with his slings. Sighing heavily, he made his way to the Dining Caverns and met up with his brother, leaving Irisith still asleep on her cot in the infirmary.
Like most of the Weyr's population, Lyrensa was now bathing after a hot night on the Hatching Sands and a long day of sleep. Brigith had luckily slept all through the day, waking just before Lyrensa had with hunger pangs once again. With the gray dragon now fed again, she had drifted back to sleep and the weyrling had went for a bath. She scrubbed herself thoroughly and then hurried out of the pool. She didn't want to be late and she knew her hair took a ridiculously long time to dry. Such was the price of her long, blond locks. She chose a simply, but tailored, gown in a deep green. The bodice was trimmed in a tightly-wound silver cord and the hems of the sleeves were decorated with an intricate knot pattern. She secured her dark blond tresses in a loose runner's tail, some of the slightly curly strands escaping. She checked on Brigith one last time before she left. Everyone was in good spirits, it seemed, and Lyrensa was no exception. She was still full of bubbly excitement and every greeting almost exploded from her mouth. When she caught sight of her fellow healer, C'olt, she noted that he also wore the green of a healer, though his was a lighter shade. The doublet he wore was quite fancy, almost over the top, but with his honey-blond hair flowing over his shoulders, she was taking him in in a whole new light. She'd always noticed his fine features, but she'd really only come in contact with him in the infirmary, as he had had weyrling lessons while she'd had her Candidate lessons. And in the infirmary, the rule was to have your hair pulled back and tucked under a head covering to prevent infection. So to see him now with hair that was actually longer than her...it nearly took her breath away. Before she knew it, her feet had carried her over to him. He was familiar to her, compared to the many faces she didn't know, so hopefully it wasn't too strange for her to gravitate towards him. "Hello, C'olt. That is quite the doublet you've got there." Faranth, had he always had such striking green eyes? She couldn't act on this, not with Brigith...And not with the other weyrling she saw. She gave a polite smile, a slight flush appearing on her cheeks as she realized she hadn't greeted her. "Hello," she said, a bit embarrassed.
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Post by sorra on Jul 18, 2010 11:57:53 GMT -5
Calyssa flushed slightly and returned C'olt's nod. She didn't know the Healer very well, but she was determined to be nice and hopefully meet more people as she was here longer. And she would be now that she had Freyath. Storm chittered happily from her shoulder before disappearing to go back with Freyath most likely.
S'tex returned J'sen's smile and nod. He was happier then he ever thought possible and at least for the moment he wanted his sister to be the same.
Calyssa smiled at J'sen and twined her fingers through his. "Thank you kindly," she said softly. "And look quite handsome tonight. Did Amonth go to sleep for you easily enough?" The young weyrling nodded. "Of course you may."
G'fal stepped up to Q'del and Toniel. "That was a wonderful Hatching," he said cheerily, bowing to each of them. "You must both be very proud." He knew he couldn't wait to start working with the latest bunch of weyrlings.
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Post by Kit on Jul 18, 2010 13:40:16 GMT -5
Quindara smiled widely when she saw G'rett, ignoring her brother temporarily in favor of looking at her beloved. "You look very dashing yourself," she said as she slipped her arm through his. As they passed Q'del she shot him a look which said something to the effect of 'Say anything and I'll kill you.' He stared after them in mute shock, which turned abruptly to anger after G'rett flashed him an insolent smile. Why must that man provoke him? He clenched his fists, and then nearly jumped out of his skin when Toniel put her arm through his.
"Shards, Toniel, sorry, you startled me. Ah, thank you, your gown is quite lovely as well. Its a very charming necklace your wearing," he said, indicating Leifa with a smile. He thought he might like to have a firelizard one of these days. "Well, shall we find a seat?" he asked, his annoyance at G'rett pushed away for the moment.
After bathing (which included much extracurricular frolicking), Arktos sat on the bed in a towel, openly admiring Kiyoni. "What are you going to wear the Feast, love? Maybe I'll try and match, though I suppose my color selection is somewhat limited." Most of his tunics were either black or gray, not a function of depression, those were just his favorite colors.
K'von and M'thos made their way to the dining Hall, finally running into F'har. K'von walked up to his brother with a look of concern. "How are you feeling? I nearly fainted when I saw that green knock you over, but you Impressed anyway! I didn't even get a chance to hear your green's name. Cernuoth is my brown." He turned and indicated M'thos, who was standing back a few paces shyly. "This is M'thos. He Impressed his blue Sylvanuth from the Stands. He doesn't know anybody here, so I thought we could be his friends."
M'thos waved somewhat hesitantly. "I saw you fall. Its terrible about your arm, but your green looked really pretty from far away."
Cybele nodded and smiled at the civil greeting of Q'del and G'rett, and grinned more widely at T'tarel. The young bronzerider always had an infectious smile. "Yes, I'm afraid there'll be trouble for it in the days to come, but I've decided not to let it worry me today. All the dragonets seemed healthy in any case."
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Post by sorra on Jul 18, 2010 14:40:56 GMT -5
Kiyoni stood with her back to Arktos brushing out her reddish brown hair. She had a towel wrapped around her thin frame and a smile on her face. Arktos always had that effect on her. Of course their little playing definitely helped. She shrugged a little. "I have a dark green dress that I had thought about wearing. It's actually almost black, but it has silver accents in it," she said, thinking about the ankle length dress with a slit up to thigh. It had a plunging neckline and silver around the neckline, waist and sleeves. The sleeves were also slit with made it easier to move.
T'tarel continued to smile. "There may very well be," he agreed with Cybele. "But we'll all just take it in stride. I'm interested to see how the new colors turn out. I wonder if they'll be like the firelizards." He may have been a bookworm, but he loved making people smile. And he figured Cybele could use a pick me up.
Calyssa and S'tex waved at Cheriss and Demariss as they made their over to a table. Calyssa also noticed Roni and wondered how she was getting along with her new dragon. V'lain seemed to fit his black perfectly and she would have to congratulate E'lon on his green later on as well. She grinned back up at J'sen though as they reached the table.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 18, 2010 20:03:20 GMT -5
Toniel did not like the looks Quindara and G'rett were giving Q'del, nor did she care for the angry expression on the Weyrsecond's face and the tension in the muscles of his arm. She blinked in surprise as he jumped, his startlement in turn causing her own. She smiled as he complimented her 'necklace' and Leifa gave a soft chirp as if knowing she was being admired. She rubbed her head against Toniel's cheek briefly before tucking her head back against her body. There really wasn't anywhere for her to hide, so she would have to settle for curling up. "Yes, I think we shall," she agreed. This feast would be good for all of them.
F'har was glad to see his brother and his face brightened considerably. He wasn't sure who the other boy was, but friends were always good to have and he'd be happy to have another friend. "I'm doing alright. My arm doesn't really hurt anymore, but it aches real bad," he responded honestly. He smiled at hearing his brother's brown's name. "My green is Irisith," he beamed. He already knew his lifemate would be a great source of pride for him and he'd never hesitate to talk glowingly about her. Even if he hadn't been as excited to Impress as K'von had been, the feeling of bonding like that was indescribably awesome. "Hi M'thos," he greeted, noting the boy's shyness. "Yeah, she is really pretty. She'd got all these different colors of green on her hide. It's amazing she doesn't clash!" he rambled a bit. "I don't think I got to see your Sylvanuth, though. What's he like?"
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Post by syn on Jul 19, 2010 10:47:15 GMT -5
Inarith could be defined as a walking stomach. C'nex had to judge for himself when to stop feeding the white. Fortunately, the white didn't have much time to protest. He was so exhausted from hatching that C'nex had to carry him back to the barracks and set him down for sleep. After a brief nap of his own, C'nex was ready to prepare for the feast.
I'en came down to congratulate him, though C'nex expected the green rider was more interested in the white. Indeed, I'en spent a fair amount of time staring at Inarith while C'nex went to the bathhouse and then came back to dress. "He's not much larger than my Toast," the green rider said at last, referring to the camouflage flit perched on his shoulder.
"Nope." Had a different man than I'en said that, C'nex would have punched him in the teeth. "He'll get bigger, though. Just watch him."
I'en's smile was not one of mockery. I'en believed that his friend hadn't gotten ripped off in the Impression department. Inarith seemed loyal and C'nex loved him to bits. That was all that mattered.
He had settled on the loose, open-collar white shirt with the large sleeves and tight cuffs. A small golden chain, a gift from his mother for when he went to the Weyr, hung around his neck. A pair of light leather breeches and tall, black calfskin boots completed the ensemble. He tied back his dark hair in his usual manner, allowing his long bangs to curve down the side of his face. With a last pat on Inarith's head, he was out the door and headed to the feast.
Once there he prepared himself a plate of food. He'd fill his stomach and then ask a girl to dance. Tonight would be fun indeed.
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Minette had decided weeks prior that she would wear a matching doublet with her brother Laranes. He might not have Impressed, but the two came in identical green tunics. The only difference was where Laranes wore cream breeches, Minette had a long flowing cream skirt. The green matched the hide of their father's dragon, who sat on the ledge outside where she could hear the music. Nuadath had spoken with Odeth while eating, and he liked her well enough. Minette only hoped it would stay that way.
Her mother had pitched a fit, which Minette gracefully ignored. Laravan had been jealous, leering at the brown with covetous eyes. Fortunately, Midian, Laranes, and L'for were all overjoyed. Midian had even begged Minette to let her hug Nuadath, and as soon as she got permission the girl squealed and squeezed Nuadath as tight as she hugged a canine. Laranes joked that Nuadath would actually be big enough to carry her, which earned him a kick in the shins. And L'for said that it would be an honor to one day fly with his daughter.
So into the feast she came, wishing she had a new pair of knots to announce her rank. She was proud of Nuadath. Even now she thought of going on Search just to show off her dragon. But there was Weyrling training first--hey, she was a brown rider! When this was done she could become a Wingsecond or something, making her the only woman in that position. She grinned as she piled tubers on a platter. Watch out, Weyr--she, Minette of Brown Nuadath, would hit it like a hurricane.
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Rushera wasn't having Minette's grand daydreams. Rather she was looking at herself in a mirror in the bathhouse. Her only dress was the one she had worn at work. While some of the beer stains and blood marks had been washed out, the coarse linen outfit was certainly not anywhere near nice enough for such a formal occasion.
She considered not going, but she remembered Athenath. She couldn't lie to her dragon and Athenath would never let her live down missing the feast. And so she went to the feast dressed like a pub-girl from South Sands. Her short hair was clean but not done up in any way. And she certainly lacked the grace and finesse of the other women. Shells, her dragon had more grace out of the shell than Rushera would probably ever have.
Her roots showed when she saw the sheer amount of food offered. She forced herself not to stare, but she reached for a platter and began taking food with eager hands. Then she began eating it gracelessly, merely enjoying the fact that for the first time she was eating the best Pern had to offer.
She could tell she was going to like it here.
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Post by fellis on Jul 19, 2010 12:16:50 GMT -5
E'lon had fed Danuth, then slept. He had been almost afraid to doze off, worried that he might wake up and find that the Hatching had been nothing more than a dream, but exhaustion carried him off soon enough. He was woken a couple of hours later by Danuth, who was bored of sleeping now and wanted to do something more interesting. It was just as well, because he needed to get ready for the feast. With Danuth sitting beside the tub, he washed, sighing in relief. It felt good to be clean. Then he changed into his elaborately stiched tunic. He left Danuth sleeping again and headed for the feast. On the way, he met his father. M'lym had made the barest effort to dress up, wearing a green tunic that was simple but made of a luxurious silk material. "How is Danuth doing?" the bronzerider asked as he escorted his son across the bowl. "She's fine. Sleeping again." Although E'lon was being fairly reticent, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of his dragon spoke volumes to M'lym. He smiled and clapped his son on the shoulder, pleased that E'lon had found his lifemate at last. Truth be told, M'lym had always imagined his son on a brown, but now he could see that the green was a perfect match. At the door, they went their separate ways. M'lym nodded respectfully to Toniel and Q'del, but didn't speak to them yet. He would congratulate them later, when they weren't surrounded by people. It didn't take him long to find Meera. "Hello, Meera," he said, coming up beside her with two glasses of wine. "You look stunning tonight," he said, offering her one of the glasses. E'lon smirked when he saw his father flirting with that Greenrider again. It looked like M'lym had a crush. Doubtless he would hear about that from Lonna later, but right now his mother was too busy making sure all the food was ready for the feast. She had already congratulated him on his Impression, saying that she had known all along he would get a Green. He spotted two weyrlings sitting at a table together. Twins, by the look of it. E'lon had never really had a chance to meet the pair, but he remembered that the boy had Impressed to a green as well, and the girl to one of the new Red dragons. "Hi, mind if I join you?" he asked, walking up to their table. "I'm E'lon. Congratulations on both your Impressions," he told them, grinning. *** Kia had spent most of her day sleeping. She was not an early riser, and being woken in the middle of the night had left her exhausted. After bathing, she felt much refreshed. She donned her feast gown, a blue dress with an empire waist. It was simple enough that it didn't arouse her dislike of gaudy dresses, but it showed off her figure nicely. At the feast, she looked around at all the new weyrlings, smiling to herself. It was nice to see so many happy people. She noticed the female brown weyrling and made a note to talk to her later, but for now Kia wanted to find her greenrider friend. "Are you done playing the heroic Healer for now?" she teased as she walked up to him. "I hope you can enjoy this feast without having to tend to any disasters...although with people getting drunk, that's no sure thing." She chuckled, looking over his outfit. The green doublet did bring out the color of his eyes, and it was nice to see his hair down, not that she would ever compliment him on these things out loud. Then, she noticed another woman coming up to join them. The girl seemed familiar with C'olt. Not surprisingly, the girl didn't notice her at first, but Kia was used to that when she was around C'olt. She smiled a little at the weyrling's blush. "Hello. I'm Kia, rider of blue Merequith." She stuck out her hand to shake. "You Impressed to one of the grays, didn't you?"
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Post by sorra on Jul 19, 2010 13:14:23 GMT -5
Meera smiled brightly when M'lym walked up behind her. "Why thank you kindly," she said, taking in his outfit. "You look quite handsome yourself," she said, turning so she could see him better. "Did you see E'lon? How are him and his green doing?" She was happy that E'lon had Impressed and his green was gorgeous. Of course she was a bit partial to greens because of Vanlith. She was glad that M'lym had managed to find her. She always felt so happy and alive when the bronze rider was around and she couldn't wait to tell him that she had finished the songs she had been working on. But that could wait until after the Feast.
Calyssa waved at E'lon, Cheriss, and Demariss, but didn't attempt to go over with them. She was enjoying her time already, but she'd make a point of congratulating them later along with her other friends that had Impressed
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Post by Kit on Jul 19, 2010 21:53:14 GMT -5
Arktos smiled as he watched her. "Well, if its almost black, then I suppose my normal black will do. I don't have anything green." There was an old superstition about green being bad luck, but the Candidate Master was not superstitious in the least. He was just somewhat lazy about fashion. Black did go with everything, and it didn't stain. He walked over to the clothes chest and pulled out the fairly simple black lace-up tunic and a matching vest and pulled them over his head after putting on his nicer black wherhide pants. He hoped it didn't get too hot. Q'del led Toniel to their customary seats at the high table where they had already been poured glasses of chilled white wine. It most have come from one of the really deep cold caves just for this feast, and it was deliciously light and sweet. He hoped they were serving it to everyone. he was trying very hard not to watch for G'rett and Quindara. At the Hatching Feast, seating rules were relaxed to allow the new weyrlings to sit with whomever they wanted. And there Quindara was, right beside G'rett. Normally he could care less who his sister was with. He'd been a little surprised to hear how many lovers she'd had since arriving, but that was her affair. But he felt like G'rett was doing this to deliberately get under his skin. And if he hurt Quindara, just to get back at him, he wouldn't care what she thought, he would possibly kill the man. The siblings might not be close, but family was family. Quindara did not notice her brother's glances because she only had eyes for the bronzerider beside her. She was more than relieved too have Impressed a female dragon, and then to have a silver, the only one on Pern for now, it was almost more than she could believe. "We'll have to introduce Coth and Artemth soon, as soon as they'll let you visit." It would be a few months before other riders would be allowed to have contact with the young dragons, it was considered safer that way. She wanted to embrace him, but she knew they had to be careful... luckily the silver was soundly asleep. She leaned against his shoulder. "Now I really can't wait for her to have her first Flight." No matter eany one else's opinion on the matter, Quindara knew they would have to let Artemth clutch. Silvers laid gold eggs occasionally in firelizards, and often several bronzes, as well as blacks. It would be irresponsible, she felt, to not take that opportunity when dragons were needed so badly. And she'd be ready to fight for it, when it was time. K'von smiled at his sibling. "I'm glad the pain isn't too bad. Irisith is lovely," he said, agreeing with M'thos wholeheartedly. The other boy smiled a F'har less shyly now. he might not have planned on being a dragonrider, but he loved Sylvanuth as much as any other rider. "He's a sort of bright light blue and he has these markings that look almost like musical notation all over him. Kinda wierd, since I came from Harper Hall," he added after a moment. K'von nodded. "Cernuoth has markings like leaves. Its pretty neat. But I'm starving, lets find something to eat and we can go see the others." He was especially interested in congratulating some of the girls who rode the greens and reds... it was only a turn away that they'd be rising and though he was somewhat of a young scalliwag, about girls it was never to early to stake your claim....Like that Cheriss..he thought he might talk to her...and Rushera too. He decided he'd ask one of them to dance. He walked in, bowing to the Weyrwoman and made a beeline straight for the food. They had been told they would not be permitted to drink any alcohol at the feast or for six turns thereafter, but that didn't really matter to K'von. Though there might not be any restrictions on children drinking, fourteen was usually considered too young and was frowned upon. He'd only done it a few times, just because it was forbidden, and he really wasn't sure that he liked it anyway.
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Post by sorra on Jul 20, 2010 8:45:26 GMT -5
Kiyoni smiled at the Candidate Master over her shoulder. "It sounds like we need to train you to some new colors," she teased him as she walked over to her chest and found the dress she had been referring to. The green rider touched the silky material before pulling it over her head. It fell to her ankles and hugged her curves perfectly. The left side held the slit and bared her left leg up to the thigh. The neckline was just revealing enough that she had a feeling she might catch Arktos staring once in a while. Her arms were also bared where the slits were in the sleeves.
Kiyoni left her towel in the bathing chamber and quickly twisted her long hair up onto the top of her head, letting a few pieces frame her face and then found her shoes to slip into. She looked back over at Arktos. "Well, don't you look handsome," she smiled.
G'fal had taken his leave of Toniel and Q'del and gone to find a seat of his own. He wanted to watch the new weyrlings for a bit and see how they interacted with each other and the others at the feast.
"May I escort you to your seat, dear Weyrwoman?" T'tarel offered with a bow, his smile still in place. He had noticed that Q'del and Toniel were already at their seats along with G'rett and Quindara.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 20, 2010 9:46:54 GMT -5
Senior Weyrling/Journeyman Healer C'olt
C'olt was nearly caught off-guard by the stunning beauty in front of him, and it took him a couple of moments to regain his composure. Great Faranth, is that Lyrensa? She was clad in a stunning deep green gown, and a few locks of her blonde hair framed her face neatly while the rest was pulled back in a loose runner's tail. Setting down his goblet, he reached out and took both of her hands into his, giving her an infectious smile. "Thank you, Lyrensa. And may I say you look absolutely lovely yourself," he returned the compliment. That's when he caught sight of Kia, and he gently released his other hand and took Kia's, and gave her the same playful grin. "Oh, you know me, Kia. No one wanted to take charge, so I took it upon myself to do so. But yes, I do expect there will be plenty of drunken revelry this evening." He let his gaze take in the bluerider's shapely form, then looked back at his fellow Healer. C'olt couldn't help but feel a slight stirring in his loins, but managed to keep himself in check. I wonder what I've done to deserve the company of two very beautiful ladies this evening. May as well make the most of it. He watched as Kia introduced herself to Lyrensa, then paused for a moment before interjecting, nodding his head in the blonde woman's direction. "Kia, this is Lyrensa. She's one of my fellow Healers, and should be walking the tables soon to receive her Junior Journeyman's knots." A sparkle in the young man's eye suggested that would be sooner than Lyrensa realized, but he kept that little tidbit to himself. Letting go of both ladies' hands, he pulled out a chair for each of them before spreading his arms wide in a welcoming gesture. "Ladies, if you would, please be seated. The night is still young, the food will be excellent and the wine should be free-flowing. And the company will be most welcome indeed."
-------------------------- Junior Weyrling J'sen
J'sen helped to seat Calyssa before he himself took the seat across from her, nodding at her brother and a few of the other Weyrlings. Noting D'mar and Cheriss were sitting by themselves, along with a few other Weyrlings likewise including Roni, Rushera, Minette, and E'lon, the young man waved each of them over. "Come sit with us," he said invitingly. "And bring the others with you. We've plenty of room over here, and I for one feel we should celebrate together." He then turned to look at his mother, father, and little sister whom were sitting further down toward the end of the table, and he lifted his goblet at them to toast them, receiving a toast in return from his family. His father nodded at him, as if giving his son a signal, then J'sen turned to face Calyssa. Reaching under the fabric of his doublet, he withdrew the dragon claw sapphire pendant and slipped it off his neck. "Calyssa," he said softly. "I...I wanted to give this to you." He blushed, then held his breath while waiting for her response.
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G'rett helped to seat Quindara, then took the chair next to her. He took a sip of his wine and noted its excellent tones, then set his goblet down as his beloved leaned next to his shoulder, suggesting Coth and Artemth should be introduced to each other soon...and that the redhead couldn't wait for her dragon's maiden Flight, prompting a quiet chuckle from the Wingleader. "I think Coth and Artemth will get along just fine," he said thoughtfully. "Though there has been talk on why we have these odd colorations. Some feel Artemth is worthy of being a queen, while others think she's nothing more than a freak of nature." He shook his head, ruefully. "I fall in line with the former to be honest. We've barely enough Riders and dragons as is to deal with Threadfall, and I would hope the rest of the Leadership would allow Artemth to clutch at least once or twice." Raising his goblet, he toasted his beloved, but kept his voice soft only for Quindara to hear. "To a future queenrider and her Silver Artemth. To my beloved. May you have the courage and heart to help give rise to the next generation of Riders, to help lead Nova Weyr into a bright and glorious future. To our future together as weyrmates." G'rett took a sip of his wine, then caught sight of Q'del glaring at him, and Toniel was watching like a hawk. "Looks as if we may have a bit of internal competition already." G'rett leaned over and whispered in Quindara's ear. "Your brother looks as if he wants to kill me and try to get away with it. And Toniel probably feels you're threatening her position as the Weyrwoman's Second. I'm not one for schisms within the ranks, love. You know that. But by the first Egg, if your brother wants to challenge me openly, he'll either have to publicly do so or stand down. And he and I both know if one issues the challenge, should the other accept the conditions have to be agreed upon. If he wants to be taught a lesson, I'll be more than happy to be the schoolmaster." G'rett then lifted his goblet to toast Q'del and Toniel, nodding at them both.
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