Rouxy
Cerulean Weyr Staff
Rouxy of the Jungle
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Post by Rouxy on Dec 7, 2010 8:43:23 GMT -5
Weariness dragged at him as he left his weyr freshly clothed and wearing everything just right; knots in bronze weave on his shoulder and pristine white leathers cutting a fine figure in the coming dusk. The emotional toil from the hatching had left him feeling a little hollow and over-used. He was happy for the newly bonded pairs and yet utterly sad at Trith’s inevitable departure from this world, not to mention on edge to give the most recent news to the Weyr in general at the feast.
K’roi’d sent word around that he was going to make a supremely important announcement during the feast, and that everyone who could do so was to attend at least long enough to hear it. He had a list in hand, a smooth piece of paper on a solid backing to aid in his endeavors.
They would also be graduating the Weyrlings to full Rider status, and as he walked through the doors to the Great Hall, he saw the knots already laid out at the head table for the occasion. An inkwell and several quills were just next to the assembled epaulets. It was past due of course, but with the death of the Weyrling Master among so many others, it was no wonder things had been delayed. Their joining of the wings was a good to hear as the hatching though, and it brought with it a sense of hope for the future.
Sakki was curled inside the high collar of his leathers, an aqua necklace bright against the white material. Gareth was… away… in a rare moment of break for the two due to the bronze’s depression over the passing of their strong, bright queen. K’roi let him have his thoughts, pausing long enough to send him a momentary wave of love which he felt distantly in reply before the link of their bond was uncharacteristically narrowed again. Feeling the depression within Hers, Sakki sent her own miniature wave of jumbled thoughts full of love tinged with uncertainty. It made him smile, and he reached up to scratch at her side as he reached the head table and scooted into a vacant seat, placing his notebook to the side of his plate and reaching for a roll and butter.
The Hall was ready for the Feast, but only a few people had shown up yet. It was expected though, with so many newly impressed to care for. The Ex-candidates would put their charges to bed and then join later. Another brief smile played around his lips as he hoped none of them brought the hatchlings to the Feast. There was always one who managed to sneak in, though how much ‘sneaking’ a brightly colored dragon child who stumbled over its own feet could do was doubtful at best.
The head serving table was set with the main meat courses, while at every table in the Hall, baskets of warm bread, cool fruit juice and smaller side dishes were being set. Battered fish, roasted wherry, candied fruits were all in abundance. Wine from Benden and their own stocks graced most tables as well. He’d made certain the Feast would be one to remember, to perhaps take everyone’s mind off of the uglier topics of discussion for the evening.
A brief moment caught him in a blacker mood though as his thoughts turned to the eggs which had been stolen from them… they would be hatching as well, if they’d survived. His features turned dark as anger boiled sluggishly within him. It was still… too much to contemplate being attacked by their own friends, their own Weyr. Treason of the highest order. Brigands attacked babies. Beasts were the only things to kill children with wanton disregard. If that was what they now faced, then his plan would be serving two purposes, as he’d told the counsel time and again. Secrecy for now was their ally, but soon they’d be able to fight back.
Sakki slipped from his collar and down his arm, alighting on the table with a chitter of hunger. She was -ready- for food, and took a bite from the bread he held out to her. Her jaws worked comically on the warm, doughy piece until she got it down with a muffled peep. Now now now, that wasn't what she wanted! Where was the good yellow fluffy! As easily as that, the jewel-like flitter turned K'roi's thoughts again to something easier to bear, and he peered down the table for something suitable to her majesty.
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Thorney
Dragonrider
Let's remove the space between me and you.
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Post by Thorney on Dec 14, 2010 16:08:46 GMT -5
Straightening his collar, K’ron strode into the weyrhall, his amber eyes flicking about the massive room that had been transformed for the normally jovial occasion. Of course, all of Cerulean was feeling the ache of their missing queen and her rider, the hatching darkened by the inevitable departure of the lovely golden Trith. The brownrider shook his head soundlessly, approaching one of the tables and seating himself with a small nod to the few that had already settled there. He glanced about, but did not see K’vin amidst those assembled, and so poured himself a generous glass from the wine that was provided for all those in attendance. The weyrling barely ever touched alcohol, but tonight…tonight he needed it.
Mine. His dragon said gently, his warm and pleasant voice soothing some of the boy’s more disheartened thoughts. We are all distraught, but I am with you and you will never lose me.
Blinking, K’ron could only smile slightly, feeling comforted by the brown’s words. He should have known that Calzanth would pick up on his inner fear of losing his dragon the same way. I don’t know what I would do without you, partner. He replied, a rush of warmth and affection covering his mind in a soothing way. The brown’s reassurances were heartening, and the weyrling tried to push his more dour thoughts aside, once more watching for his best mate. K’vin had to come, of course, per the order of K’roi. The whole weyr was required to attend for an announcement that doubtlessly had to do with the invasion of Silver Cove. Again, K’ron’s hand fisted as a rush of anger cut through him, but Calzanth brushed it away with a soft touch of his mind, his touch gentle but sure.
Resting on one of the weyr’s unoccupied ledges, the massive brown shifted slightly, far more comfortable there than crammed into his tiny room in the barracks. For his rank Calzanth was huge, and he generally slept on a ledge adjacent to an unused weyr. Yumi was settled upon his back, dozing lightly. There are many new weyrlings to celebrate, Mine, and a young queen to guard. Tonight is a happy occasion.
With a little smile, K’ron agreed, once more flicking his amber eyes towards the entrance in search of K’vin. He and L’cin would be a welcome reprieve from the brownrider’s thoughts.
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With a sigh, Keiko tried to drag herself away from her new dragon. She knew that K’roi had made attendance to the Feast mandatory, but she didn’t want to leave Absinth. The blue was the center of her world now, filling an emptiness that she hadn’t known was there before he had become her everything. Running her hand tenderly down his neck, her brightly-painted nails flashing against his brilliant hide, the new weyrling smiled hugely as the dragon rumbled lowly and shifted.
KeikoLove. You are going to be late. He laughed, rolling one eye backward to regard his rider fondly. I wish you could stay and cuddle, too, but if you miss the Feast we’ll get in trouble. And I totally don’t want you scrubbing latrines for a month.
Another sigh. “I know.” The girl replied, giving her blue one last pat before standing.
Again shifting on his stone couch, Absinth allowed his eyes to drift shut, settling fully upon the rock. Besides…I’m getting way sleepy. He murmured, his mindvoice a little whisper in Keiko’s mind.
With a tender smile, the weyrling left her new dragon quietly, feeling him slip into slumber not long after she shut the door. Running a hand through her hair, which had been left down for the evening, the girl quickly made her way to the Feast, grey eyes immediately glancing around the room as she did. Naturally, she was searching for V’ton, but it seemed as if the bronzerider hadn’t arrived yet. With a little pout, Keiko approached a table and sat, smoothing her dress as she did. The bright, nearly-electric blue of the fabric brought out the color in her grey eyes, cutting just above her breasts and scooping slightly down her back. With her usual amount of quirky makeup, the weyrling was looking good, though she had only gone through so much trouble to impress a certain wingleader. If he even saw her, anyway. It was possible that K’roi would have him at the head table all evening, discussing this little announcement that was about to be given.
Grabbing a glass, Keiko poured herself a generous portion of wine, though she sipped slowly as she glanced about the weyrhall. Surprisingly, she was one of the first to arrive, and it was bit boring at the moment. Of course, the girl was still floating in the sky, despite the depressing events of the day. After all, she had Impressed to her perfect, wonderful Absinth, and nothing could take that feeling away.
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Whirling eyes following his rider as the boy moved about, Orith rumbled softly, feeling his shoulder jerk slightly. With a small grumble, the bronze glanced down, a muscle in his neck also twitching with that odd, involuntary tick genetics had decided to bestow upon him. Shaking his head, the red-hued dragonet settled down, willing the twitches to cease. If he concentrated hard enough, he managed to still the unconscious actions, but they began immediately once more if his mind focused on another matter. You look quite acceptable, my rider, as is befitting of your new status.
Glancing up, his dark eyes focusing upon his bronze, E’ric allowed the corners of his mouth to twitch upwards slightly, the expression as close to a smile as the boy ever wore. “I am endeavoring to bring honor to our names. It is only logical that I do so.” He replied, stepping over to scratch his dragon’s eyeridges easily. The light of the glows flashed against the dragonet as Orith moved slightly, the blood-hue of his hide flickering brilliantly. An unspoken feeling of love reverberated between the two, warming the usually cold, clinical air the pair generally wore. However, after a moment, the weyrling stepped away, and both man and dragon were detached and aloof once more.
Logic dictates that rest is now necessary. I must concur with this sentiment; I seem to be growing rather fatigued. Orith said slowly, blinking as if to keep himself awake.
With another bare, little smile, E’ric nodded, opening the door to the room they both now shared. “This is logical. I shall endeavor to be silent upon my return.” Leaving the barracks, then, the new bronzeweyrling strode into the weyrhall, pulling the bottom of his blue tunic to make certain his attire was organized and neat. The boy was determined to appear collected and calm, as he was, naturally, though his desire to prove himself was also nothing new. That had been his ambition for turns.
Of course, his Impression to Orith was many things. It had been a test; a way for the boy to prove himself not only to Cerulean, but also to his own heart, to know that he had the heart and spirit that made him worthy to be a dragonrider. And, it was also a healing, the bronze’s presence soothing the rawness that the death of his family had left within him. The memory was still there, of course, but now, the dragon’s presence soothed the fire, brought a peace within E’ric that had not been there for a long time. The weyrling was always calm and collected, yes, but this inner peace was new. It was because of Orith. Glancing up, his dark eyes settled upon K’roi, and the boy sat at a nearby table, nodding formally to those gathered. He was quite anxious to see what this ‘announcement’ would be.
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Mango
Weyrling
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Post by Mango on Dec 15, 2010 20:36:17 GMT -5
What had she been thinking? Sneaking onto the Sands like that? He was so mad. But he had given himself plenty of time to calm down. He had to admit that the loss of their Queen bothered him more than anything. It made him worry more than he normally would. U'ar sighed gently and rubbed his temples, leaning against his big brown. What was a Weyr to do without its key components? They had no Candidate Master, Weyrling Master. No real Weyrleader and the next in line for Weyrwoman had a while before her dragon was old enough.
Mine, it will all be alright Odyth soothed, snuffing warm air on His, disturbing the older man's hair. A smile lighted U'ar's lips for a moment and the two shared in the warmth of each other's thoughts. Maybe this was the right place for them to come. They could make a difference. And now, Mu had her own dragon. U'ar wasn't extremely happy with that. She was too young. But it was a white. It would not be a strong fighter or mater. He had some solace in that. He just hoped that the little, odd creature would survive.
"Well, shall we escort my former little girl to the feast?" U'ar said, quickly climbing up on the brown. Odyth rumbled She is still yours. You'll just have to share her with Trivaruth. Though Trivaruth will probably win for a little while Wise words, my friend, wise words With that, the two headed down to the Weyrling Barracks. He paused before entering, giving a sigh. He hadn't been expecting to walk in this place for a while.
He saw some of the new Weyrlings running past, dressed up nicely. He nodded and smiled to them, holding back tears in his eyes. He found Mu in her room, still dressed from earlier. She was cradling a sleeping white head in her arms, eyes shining with the hope of the world.
"You should go to the feast," he said, his voice cracking a little from holding back tears. She jumped and turned, a sheepish, guilty look on her face as she saw her father standing in the doorway.
"Dad...I'm sorry..." she said, gently placing the small head off her lap and standing up.
He walked forward and hugged her tightly, afraid that she was going to grow up that instant and he'd never have his little girl anymore. "I forgive you," he whispered in her ear, "I understand the call. You have a bit of your mother in you I guess." He looked at her and quickly wiped away a tear. "Now, come on and get dressed."
"But..." Mu turned her head, large eyes staring at the tiny white figure with two-tails.
Go MuMine! Trivaruth will be fine. You took such good care of her. She is going to sleep... Mu nodded.
"I'll wait outside," U'ar said with a smile and exited the room as Mu got dressed. Mu peeped her head out, and smiled at U'ar. He smiled bck and offered his arm. She was dressed in a white dress that seemed too small for her. The two hadn't had many occasions to get dressed up. U'ar's body hadn't changed much so his dress clothes fit fine but Mu had been growing. That's right, his girl was gonna be a dragonrider.
The two walked to the feast together, not speaking. They didn't need to. Loss had made them closer. Mu would occasionally close her eyes. Checking on Trivaruth, U'ar was sure. She was gonna worry and fuss over that white.
Upon entering the hall, U'ar weaved his arm away from Mu's. "Now, go meet some of your fellow Weyrlings. Make friends. They all should be a bit more grown up than those in the Lower Caverns. And you'll have so much more to talk about now."
Mu looked uncomfortable for a second. She knew her father would not give up on her too easily. She would just hide in the growing crowd for now. She nodded quickly and escaped to the opposite corner, a light blush on her cheeks.
U'ar sighed, running a hand through his hair and quickly headed over to the wine, filling himself a glass. As he did that, he noticed one of the new Weyrlings with quite a generous portion. He gently tapped Keiko on the shoulder, a stern, fatherly tone to his voice. "Now, watch it with that wine there, miss. Your new blue's mind isn't fully developed. Just watch yourself so you don't wake up feeling horrible in the morning. I'm sure you'll have Lessons..." He paused in remembrance of M'ma. The old Weyrling Master would not have stood for the girl drinking, but she hopefully knew her own limits. As long as Mu wasn't drinking....
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He was furious. He had even had his parents send him his very best clothes. Where was his bronze? Why did the sharding search dragon take him away if he was just going to be standing on the Sands, humiliated. No, his dragon would come. Eventually... It was hard to tell when since the only old was newly-hatched.
Tazar was going to get drunk tonight. He was angry and needed his wine. He paraded into the feast, dressed, still, in his finest. Who knew, maybe he'd get a girl for the night out of it as well. He sighed deeply, getting his anger out and ran a hand through his tight curls. Luckily, his parents hadn't come to the Hatching. They hadn't seen the embarrassing spectacle. He could easily tell them that he rejected the weak bronze that came to him...yes...because it was too pathetic. Surely not meant to be his. His bronze would come next time.
He straightened his gold jacket and strode forward, heading straight for the wine. It better be good wine. He quickly grapped himself a glass and chugged it down, ignoring the looks of the others. First one you chug, second you sip. Obviously. He got a second glass and took a small, noble sip. This wasn't their best stuff. He was sure of it. But no matter. Good Benden wine was better for sipping at dinner anyways. No, he was going to forget the humiliation he faced today the best way he knew how: wine and women.
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It had finally happened. After being disappointed multiple times, she had gotten her lovely Iveth. She was currently scratching the young green's eye ridges as she snuggled close. Valee couldn't help but feel totally at peace. She was arguing internally about whether or not she'd even go to the feast.
Oh Mine! You should definitely go. I will still be with you. And you must see all your friends! Then they can be my friends? Please...introduce them to your Iveth...t...tomorrow....
Valee giggled. She didn't know dragons could stutter. More and more surprises everyday. It would be nice, she decided. Especially to see Batavia. She had Impressed too! With a kiss on the dragon's head, she hurriedly got ready. Her dress was simple, but showed off her curves well. Quickly, she threw up her mess of curls, which had decided to be a mess, into a sort of updo. Valee took a moment to look at her reflection but was interrupted by a sleepy voice. You look beautiful! Go, go! I am going to sleep...
Valee smiled and ran out and hurried to the Great Hall, looking around for her friend or anyone else she recognized. She had to congratulate Rael as well.
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Post by Maykat on Dec 16, 2010 19:59:39 GMT -5
Batavia hoped she wasn’t running too late to the Feast. After settling Hearth down, she’d torn herself away from the brown to go to the infirmary and check on her patients. After getting shoo-ed away by the journeyman on shift, she’d finally gone back to the barracks to get ready. Her old set of gather wear was just fine for the occasion, a light sleeveless tunic and trousers. She rebraided her hair, weaving in brightly colored ribbons for an extra touch.
The first person Batavia went looking for was Valee. She knew the other girl had Impressed a green but had missed her in the chaos after the Hatching. “Excuse me,” she said, pushing past a candidate in a gold jacket. “Valee!” she called over the din, waving her arm.
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Mango
Weyrling
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Post by Mango on Jan 2, 2011 23:05:19 GMT -5
"Watch it," Tazar hissed nastily as a girl pushed passed him. Not his type. Definitely not. And since she wasn't, she wasn't worth his time. The girl she addressed was only a little better. A little too big for his tastes. He humphed lightly and drained his current glass of wine. Where were the attractive, loose dragon women?!
"Ugh, what a jerk," Valee sneered. That guy couldn't get her down for long, though. Not with Iveth on the edges of her mind. What a lovely,calming force. "I barely saw you in all the madness, Batavia! Congratulatons!!! What is his name?" She gave her friend an excited hug. "It's about time, huh?" She quickly grabbed a glass of wine for the both of them an held it out for a toast. One glass couldn't possibly hurt!They were celebrating!
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((This space reserve for C'ko, hehehehe))
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Jan 16, 2011 20:57:34 GMT -5
As the noise crested, broke, and swelled again with the flux of people in the cavern, it was easy to slip inside mostly unnoticed. The dance of servers and family, the relief and concerns after the hatching, and the chaos of movement still bore the sorrow-tinged joy from Trith’s leaving Between as her last daughter Impressed-and who would have thought it’d be twins? At least they had hatched safely, unlike the sad event of a green prior, mostly blurred in the fast pace of Hatching, though he doubted it would be forgotten. Slipping between tables with an apology to the person bumped into, V’ton glanced at K’roi, raising an eyebrow at their previous leader.
Slipping a polite, genial mask on was easy enough, though he knew there would be long hours in debates and meetings to come over the prior occurrences, for tonight they had 16 new healthy and happy hatchlings and their bonded ones, who he even saw some already present of. Glancing over the group again, the wing leader gave a genuine smile as he saw Keiko, hoping he’d have time to talk to her later, though with the way things were going it might be a few days from now. Sliding into place at the head table beside K’roi, V’ton nodded to the older rider. “Do I dare ask now what announcement that is?’ He murmured, grinning slightly, before his gaze roved once more over the others who were present.
Pulling his attention back to the table, V’ton gazed at the knots and bands laid on the table before K’roi, smiling fondly in remembrance of his own graduation several turns back. “There are going to be some very happy riders and dragons shortly…” he mused, grinning. “And some very drunk ones tomorrow.” He added, smirking at the thought. “I’m half tempted to call them for a meeting bright and early…” Though he knew he wouldn’t be that cruel, tonight. It was too special an occasion, to have the celebration of both a hatching and their graduation. Studying the profile of the man whom he still considered the leader, V’ton frowned slightly.
“K’roi… Are you holding up all right?” He asked, finally, nodding as another rider neared their table from his wing, before turning his attention to being divided amongst the crowd and those beside them. Waiting for an answer, V’ton ran a hand through his hair, mind straying to the laughing girl of a bright, flirtatious nature that still had him entranced at times. While thrilled, he was also somewhat concerned for her after the hatching, and more than curious about her blue. The comical one definitely seemed to fit at first glance though, he had to admit. Still, a tiny part of him was sad that she hadn’t been granted a green partner, though he knew that, even did they end up a pair, it wouldn’t really matter. Dysiiliouth certainly didn’t seem to mind at all.
And why should it? She is still Keiko. Absinth is perfect for her. Have faith. Nothing needs change.[/color] Shaking his head somewhat at the dragon’s almost cryptic tone, V’ton glanced back at the entry, and watched more people filter in. He tried to spot his own wing members, too aware of the gaps needing to be filled after recent events-not to mention the gaps among the bronze riders, after the saddening loss of V’mio and Felath tonight, mid-hatching. Throat tight with regret, he sipped at the wine before him, wondering when the streak of bad luck and dangers Cerulean was under would break. They still weren’t even recovered from the disaster of Silver Cove, and then for all of this? Hopefully K’roi would be able to lead them safely still.
Even more, there was a lingering concern and curiosity in his mind, wondering over the fate of the three stolen eggs. While hard enough to touch, he had no way to know if they had survived and hatched, to become more monstrous, unreachable dragons, or died in their shells or in transit, without a mother to brood them, or something worse. Pushing the thoughts back, he sighed, and looked back to the table, feeling the insatiable hunger broadcast from the young hatchlings hitting him rather painfully.
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Rouxy
Cerulean Weyr Staff
Rouxy of the Jungle
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Post by Rouxy on Jan 17, 2011 13:46:06 GMT -5
I wanna go see everyone in the hall too! Why can’t I come with you, I’m not even sleepy! As if to belay his words, the ebon colored dragonet’s jaws opened wide in a sudden yawn that shook his smallish frame, and Dackt… D’uo now, laughed at the imp he’d been impressed to. Clearly no more than a hyper child in a dragon’s body, Desyth was already working his way up to cajoling his bonded into letting him go.
“No, Desyth, you have to stay here. You can’t tell me you’re not tired, I feel it here.” He pointed at his temple with a snarky grin. The ebon brown huffed in obvious annoyance and muttered something entirely unable to be heard, then scrambled into his warm, sandy scoop of a nest in their new rooms off the hatching sands. The weyrling quarters. It was still a shock. He wasn’t even supposed to actually -be- there, but that Faranth loving harper V’taph had practically threatened him! Not that he’d been frightened in any way by the larger, older man, but he was interested in becoming something of an apprentice, so… Still, he couldn’t be upset for long, seeing as he’d gotten Desyth out of the deal. Looking back, there wasn’t much of anything he’d trade for that bond that had already grown so dear to the little orphan inside that still sometimes wished for a family. The brown imp had already latched his oddly colored talons deep in D’uo’s heart; there would be no retracting them without serious damage.
Walking over to kneel next to the scoop, D’uo ran a scratching hand over the brown’s sides, urging the ebon dragonet to relax into sleep. A whuff of color through his mind accompanied a resigned sigh from Desyth. “I’ll keep in touch with you, Desi. I’ll let you see everything, but we need to be on good behavior for a bit more. I can’t draw attention to myself yet.” He probably shouldn’t be drawing attention to himself at all, but that blasted V’taph. Taking a calming breath, D’uo left the brown’s side with a last scratch, and hastily changed into fresh, nondescript clothes. He made it to the Hall in record time, thoroughly familiar with the passages already, and sat himself at one of the back tables, keeping his eyes open while he began to fill his plate. The food looked delicious, and he was fully intending to enjoy everything related to this dramatic change in his life.
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Watching the younger and older riders enter, K’roi raised his hand in greeting to V’ton as the younger bronzerider sat next to him. Flashing a bit of an apologetic smile, the ex-weyrleader shook his head at the question. “You’ll learn of it when everyone else does… and that means I won’t have to say it more than perhaps a dozen more times.” Weariness was clear in the words, despite their gentle attempt at being jovial. He reached across to pass the wingleader a bowl of meat-stuffed rolls in offering, taking one himself and promptly ripping it apart. The bread that was moist with meat juice he popped into his own mouth, while he offered the more tempting treat of the meat mix within to Sakki, who wolfed it down with pure gusto, her tail curled around his wrist on the tabletop. She peeped her delight and released him to begin nosing around the table for more tasty morsels.
He chuckled at the wingleader’s jest, remembering times when he’d done much the same. “Good to keep them on their toes, hm? Any ideas about our new riders and where they should go? I’ve got my eye on a few, but it’s a difficult choice at times.” Not to mention that many of the graduating Weyrlings were months past their time. They were shaping up to be a pretty fit lot though, and he was glad to see them progressing so well. It wouldn't be long before they were a functioning part of the wings, and the more riders they had, the better the Weyr would be.
At the other rider’s question though, one side of his mouth quirked down into a half frown, and he took a deep breath. Reaching a hand up to scrub at his face, he forced back a small, sad smile. “Holding up is about all I can manage right now, tell you the truth. Shells, I’m tired almost beyond bearing, and there’s no end in sight yet.” Well, there was some kind of end, but that was a far distant goal, at least for him. He picked up another meat stuffed roll and waved it around. “This is good for us though. Good for the Weyr's moral. After the attack, everyone’s and everything’s been, well, darker. More fearful overall, and entirely too hesitant.” He spoke the last part as if that hesitancy had already caused him grief. He inclined his head to V’ton in question, certain the other rider knew what he meant as far as the fear sweeping the Weyr was concerned.
“With the hatching so successful, and the graduation, I’m hoping things may be looking up, but the fear will still be there until something is done.” And something will be- he added silently. Mine.. Letting out a breath he’d unconsciously been holding with a relieved sigh, K’roi turned inwards for a moment to his larger partner. Gareth? I am sorry for being so silent, but I am back now- a flash of their weyr ledge. Don’t worry about it, I understand. A warm flood of emotion filled him, brightening his mood considerably, and he returned his attention to V’ton and the Feast.
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Post by Kristin on Jan 26, 2011 6:26:56 GMT -5
Running his comb one last time through his hair, F‘ren sighed. It was rare that the bronzerider didn‘t want to go to a feast, but tonight, and a while before that, he had simply not been in a very festive mood. But K‘roi had made it clear that attendance was mandatory and maybe the feast would even take his mind off things, what with the joyous occasion of being promoted to full dragon rider status.. F‘ren scrutinized his appearance in his small hand mirror, he looked good as usual, but there was a certain tiredness in his eyes that hadn‘t been there before. The soon to be rider scowled at the mirror before putting the offending object away and calling to Patch. The little blue would accompany him to the feast even though the firelizard didn‘t like crowds. But crowds were bearable when His was with him. Eneth was awake and alert, eager to follow the proceedings through F‘ren‘s mind but thankful that dragons weren‘t required at the feast.
As he entered the Great Hall, F‘ren stopped for a moment, observing the people that were already there. The newly impressed weyrlings were easy to spot, they were practically glowing, and F‘ren allowed himself a small smile at the memory of how he was at his feast. The bronze weyrling grimaced a little though when he saw the new bronze weyrling, that stuck up annoying one. He tried scanning the crowd for the little girl that had impressed the white dragon but couldn‘t see her. Perhaps she was uncomfortable in crowds that consisted of mostly older people. F‘ren waved to a few people he knew but decided against sitting with someone since he saw no one he particularly desired to talk to. Nope, it would just be F‘ren, wine, Patch and of course some more wine until K‘roi‘s announcement. And the Survival Weyrling‘s promotion to full rider status, which F‘ren had to admit, was rather exciting despite the circumstances.
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Even though Cerulean‘s queen had gone between earlier, K‘vin was surprised to find that his spirits were actually better today than they had been since the attack. There was something about a hatching, new life and new impressions, that just gave him hope and happiness. He tried not to think of the stolen eggs that had also hatched today because he was not going to ruin the relatively good mood he was in. So he entered the Great Hall with a smile on his face and Toll sitting proud on his shoulder.
Looking around, K‘vin spotted his friend, K‘ron, immediately and walked straight to him. K‘ron didn‘t seem to be in very good spirits, but that was to be expected. It had been some time since the attack but K‘ron had lost his good friend and, probably role model, there. And of course with the loss of the queen today, there had been an awful lot of losses. Including Lialla... That had been the greatest loss for K‘vin, and suddenly he was reminded of the last hatching feast, or rather the bonding in the weyrling barracks where he had befriended Lialla and she had had a large part in K‘vin‘s self acceptance.
I thought tonight was supposed to be a happy occasion Mine, do you not remember how happy you were only moments earlier? Tonight we are celebrating the little ones‘ arrival and we should not be sad on a night like this. Asileth‘s little speach was welcome to K‘vin who felt slightly better, and even more so when Toll crooned and rubbed K‘vin‘s cheek with his head. You‘re right my love.
K‘vin squared his shoulders before taking the last steps to K‘ron, and then sat down. His friend had already started on the wine and K‘vin wished he had some experience drinking wine, because he really didn‘t think it was a good idea for him to start drinking tonight, it could end badly. „Hello K‘ron,“ K‘vin said warmly and clapped him on the shoulder. „Have you got any idea what the big announcement will be about?“
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Kira
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Post by Kira on Jan 29, 2011 18:51:55 GMT -5
Tess sighed, giving one more brush of fingers through her still-damp hair. She hadn't spent much time in her own quarters for the past few sevendays, but after the afternoon's events she had needed a nice, long soak. There was no need to spend every moment possible near the Sands to be company to Trith, her promise to Samhara fulfilled to the last. And now, finally, the flow of the infirmary was getting back to manageable levels after the attack. Certainly there were still a few who were bedridden, but most were on the mend enough to be out and about their usual activities. There was a small, exhausted part of her that wanted to simply stay back and sleep through the feast, but she knew she couldn't. She knew what was coming, so the 'mandatory' aspect wasn't something she particularly took heed of. It was more...she knew that she should be there. If anything, to support her friend. ...And possibly to have a few skins of wine after this whole ordeal. She knew that wasn't the greatest idea, seeing as tomorrow the new Weyrlings would begin their training and it was always likely that some pair or another would trip all over themselves or someone else. New as those talons were, they were still quite sharp, and a dragonet wasn't necessarily light. There would be two dragonhealers in the lot to tend the hatchlings, but if the human halves of the pairs were injured they would likely be brought to her. Sighing and pushing away from where she'd let her head softly thunk and rest against the wall, she gave one last smoothing brush to her clothes and set off. Jaser appeared to snuggle into her neck and trill at her lovingly for a moment before popping off to heckle the kitchen workers some more. Her generally brisk stride brought her to the Weyrhall quickly, and then up to the head table she waltzed. A wineskin was snagged with a smile as she dodged a Candidate here, a Weyrling there, and a few other milling bodies along the way. Getting to the head table, she shot V'ton a quick nod and polite smile before quirking a brow at K'roi and letting the skin dangle from a finger. "You look like Fall, my friend," she greeted cheerily, knowing full well that there were matching circles under her eyes and tiredness in her frame. But, well, it was almost necessary to say. For her, at least. As the current Head Healer, she snagged a chair from the table as was her right, even if she didn't generally care much for pretext. If she was going to be awake, she wanted to spend her time annoying in the company of one of her two favorite men. K'roi lucked out on that one. .o0O0o. V'taph absently rubbed the tiny yellow head of the creature clinging to his shoulder as he scanned the quickly filling room. The night was all set to run smoothly, many of the denizens having been through the events dozens of times before. That didn't, of course, mean that it would, and thus V'taph would make certain that he kept up a constant state of vigilance. It would be a little easier once people settled in and he could play a few tunes from his little strategically raised platform in the corner. Then he could just let his body play the jaunty tunes on automatic while he got a decent view of the whole room and wouldn't have to worry about talking to or focusing on any one person. But, for now, he should probably mingle with his fellows a bit. After all, he took his work seriously but he wasn't a stick in the mud. Passing quietly by one table, he made certain to reach out and give a small tug to a certain now-Impressed imp's braid. A grin tugged at his face as he deftly sped his gait to escape retaliation. Coming up alongside one of his fellow Wingseconds, he clapped U'ar on the shoulder genially. "Hail, friend. You have any of that to share, or did the young one drink it all?" he teased with twinkling eyes, motioning toward the wine. Well, he was a Harper, after all. Of course, came the dry chuckle in his mind, Veneth quite amused at his Rider. .o0O0o. L'cin sighed and pulled at his collar again. "Is this really necessary?" he asked for about the fortieth time, watching his sister bustle about the room doing Faranth-knew-what. He could feel the nervous excitement pouring off of her, and while he shared the feeling he somewhat doubted that should mean he let her dress him up. When all she answered him with was a roll of her eyes, he sighed in resignation and leaned against the wall. "We'll be moving in the morning. Let it rest," he said quietly, giving his twin a gentle smile in return for her hapless one. "I know, I'm just..." she let it trail with a vague wave of her hand, unable to completely spell out the maelstrom of emotions bounding and twisting within her. Excited, happy, terrified, sad, panicked, and about a million more things she couldn't name. "I know. Me too." And for a moment, there was actually peace. Crossing the room, S'ren flopped against the wall with a huff of breath, tilting her head to rest it on her brother's shoulder. He was starting to get a little taller than her, and she wasn't certain how to feel about that either. They wouldn't look quite so much alike, but...well, they wouldn't look so much like each other. Which was both a hope and a sorrow. Shaking her head with a chuckle, she perked back up and turned to regard L'cin's outfit critically. "I really think you should have worn the-" " No. No more ornaments. I- You've dressed me up enough," he grumbled with a blush. It would be much harder to remain unnoticeable with the bright colors of his attire and the small flashes of jewelry adorning him. With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, S'ren mumbled an oh-so-exasperated 'fine' and finished off her own attire. L'cin knew better than to comment on the girliness of taking forever to get ready. He wasn't interested on sporting a black eye to the feast either. Their arrival in the Weyrhall received little fanfare save a few waves and grins at S'ren, but before L'cin could even look around his sister was steering them in a direction. The evil grin on her face could only mean trouble, so when he saw their destination he could only flush. Honestly, he would likely have headed in that direction anyway, but he knew he was in for a ribbing now. Coming up on K'vin and K'ron, L'cin managed to stutter out a nervous, "H-hi," and a shy smile, hopefully warning his...whatever-K'vin-is-to-him of his impending doom in the form of lanky blonde female. Fidgeting next to the bench, L'cin looked between the other two and blushed again, not quite certain if the interruption was welcome. S'ren, of course, had no such hesitations and deftly slid into the bench next to K'ron, nudging his shoulder with a playful wink. "Gooooooood evening, boys," she chirped out cheerily, quickly muffling her own frenzied emotions with the lovely cover of getting to discomfit her brother and his, uh, laddie-love. .o0O0o. Mira stepped lightly into the Weyrhall, careful of her still-tender feet. For once she was wearing shoes indoors, even if the soft leather ankleboots barely counted as slippers as far as the sole was concerned. She still had to walk a bit slowly instead of her normal sprightly, sultry dance of a sway, but at least she was mobile again. She had been somewhat devastated by the news that she was unable to walk about - nevermind dance - with the burns to the bottom of her feet, and only the quick addendum that they would heal up fine had quelled her panic. She had missed the Hatching itself, but both she and Misk has felt the departure of the mighty queen shortly after they woke. Mira frowned for a moment at the memory of twisting emotion, but quickly smoothed out her features to something more neutral. Perhaps in a bit she'd manage her usual mischievous grin, but for now neutral curiosity was good. Misk was a little grumpy about having to stay behind, but she knew that she wouldn't quite enjoy the close press of people and the bright lights of the celebratory feast. Instead, she was a small presence in Mira's mind, experiencing the events of the night secondhand. A quick scan around revealed no Dastan, nor any of her other fellow Wherhandlers. With Toven (a.k.a. Sir Stick-in-the-Mud) missing, there was a delightful opportunity for mischief, and she reveled in that knowledge with a terrifying smirk. But for now, she needed to find someone to talk to until this 'mandatory announcement' business was settled. Passing behind K'vin and seeing the boy near him - likely his sweet L'cin - she sing-songed a quick tease about true love winning out in the end. Letting out a delighted laugh, she headed in the direction of the Master Harper. A little wine would be a nice indulgence while the Wherling Master was absent, and the best way to find it was generally to follow a Harper.
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