Trouble? Of course not!

[Thorney]

Who: Dastan, Mira, Open to ALL troublemakers or party-seekers of the weyr.
What: Planning something fun and spontaneous.
When: Early morning, during free time for both weyrlings and wherlings.
Where: Weyrhall
Warnings: Craziness to follow.
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It had been difficult to arrange.

Weyrlings, wherlings, and candidates lived on schedules that were quite at odds with each other, practical opposites in every way. When the idea had first been suggested to him a few days ago, Dastan had tried to think of every possible way to make it work for everyone. Their days were planned out quite tightly, and finally, he had decided that no matter how much his brilliant mind worked, it just wasn’t going to happen with everyone being able to attend. So, the former holder ended up scheduling it for early morning, when both wherlings and weyrlings were given a candlemark of free time. Word had spread quietly through the younger population of Cerulean, deftly avoiding the ears of older or more…strict-minded individuals. Finally, all the weyrlings and wherlings knew, or at least, all those that were friends with certain individuals, known mostly as ‘troublemakers.’

Grinning as he finished feeding his beloved Dassk, the boy stroked his blue wher for a few moments lovingly, eyes wandering along his vivid, gorgeous hide as he slept. Finally, he sighed and straightened, knowing that it was almost time. Changing and brushing his hair, wanting to look good for a certain female greenhandler, Dastan exited his room, strolling over to Mira’s room and knocking on the door. After a few moments, the rather lovely girl exited, and he offered her his arm before they swept out of the handler’s apartments. “Good morning, my lovely Mira. I hope you fair well today?” The Igen made a great show of bowing with a flourish, winking at her as he did.

As he and his lovely friend headed down the steps to the weyrhall, Dastan wondered how many people would actually show up. After all, it was early morning, but at the same time, it was free time after all, and who wouldn’t take advantage of that? Entering the hall, the two wherhandlers headed for the back, taking a table furthest from the entrance and eyeing the other riders that were already there. They would have to be quiet. Of course, Das wasn’t planning on gathering up this mighty force of troublemakers for anything too terrible. That wasn’t the point. The reason for this odd meeting was simply this: To have fun. Cerulean was a fantastic weyr, and Dassk colored his life with pure euphoria, and of course Mira was a delight, but still… There was a time when everyone had to just let go and act crazy, to do something spontaneous and wild. Well, you know, within reason.

However much he wanted to do something new and exciting, the bluehandler didn’t plan on getting held back from graduating or set to mucking stables for a turn, but still…they could still plan a little something without getting caught. Err, in trouble. Without getting in trouble. As the two settled, Aeris burst from between, having woken after falling asleep when Dassk was getting his bath. Grinning, Dastan watched his little green land on Mira’s shoulder, rubbing her head against the greenhandler’s cheek affectionately before running her tongue along the same path, trilling the whole while. She was sure to let the girl know that it was her beloved Dastan that kept her so clean and lovely, and he would certainly take care of any…other females that decided to make their own ‘bonds’ with him. Laughing, Dastan winked at his gorgeous companion, almost embarrassed by Aeris’s fantastic picture show. “So, who do you think will show up, lovely lady?” He asked, grey-blue eyes sweeping towards the entrance.

[Kristin]

F‘ren had a hard time deciding whether he should show up for whatever the wherlings had planned. He really didn‘t want to get into more trouble with M‘ma now that he was so close to graduating, the ditching with L‘mar was sure to have lost him points with a few people and he really couldn‘t risk more trouble. But he had now gotten a taste for rebellion, however small it was, and you couldn‘t really get into trouble if you weren‘t caught. So in the end he‘d decided to at least hear the wherlings out.

With Patch in his customary place in weyrling‘s bag, F‘ren entered the weyrhall and looked around. He wasn‘t exactly sure what the wherlings that had planned this looked like, since he‘d heard about it from a fellow weyrling, but those two looked the part, sitting as far from the entrance as they could. And hadn‘t one impressed one of Patch‘s clutchsiblings? He was pretty sure that the boy was a wherling at least.

F‘ren had to admit that he was curious about wherlings, why would they want to be joined with such ugly creatures as the whers were? But he could understand wanting to be bonded to someone and after all, weren‘t all wher handlers simply rejects that no dragon had wanted? If Eneth hadn‘t chosen him, would F‘ren have been forced to make do with a wher? F‘ren shuddered inwardly at the thought but plastered a smile on his face and joined the wherlings at their table. After all, they could be perfectly interesting and fun people even they were bonded to whers.

„Hello, I‘m F‘ren a weyrling of bronze Eneth. Aren‘t you the wherlings that wanted to... have some fun? Because I‘m so interested. What do you have planned?“ He observed the two people he was sitting with, the girl was beautiful but he thought that he detected something between her and her handsome companion. Besides, he wasn‘t interested in waiting and the girl still had a long way to go before her wher would be old enough.

He grinned at the green firelizard and scooped up a protesting Patch. „Isn‘t she one of Brillia‘s? This one here would then be her brother.“ Patch tried to be as far away from the others and as close to His as he could, and then scolded His for always forcing poor Patch to meet the scary people.

[Kira]

Mira's morning had been rather slow-going. Misk's love of the early evening often left the small green sleepy and barely able to chew her food by the time the sun had crested the horizon. Which was usually fine for Mira - all the interesting stuff happened in the evening and nighttime hours. ...Well, usually. This morning was a bit different, of course. Dastan had planned an amusing gathering of all the Weyr's younger...fun-makers.

She'd curled up with her playful little wher until she'd fallen asleep, hints and flutters passing from her dreaming mind. Stroking the stripey, green-blue hide soothingly, she slowly disentangled a few of her braids that Misk had tangled up in one of her foreclaws. She had plenty of time to get ready, thanks to the tired green. She kissed the top of her bonded's blunt little head and then set about getting ready.

Washed and changed, she was just finishing up redoing a few of her tiny braids that had been mussed during training when she heard a knock. A smile flashed across her features, but she quickly schooled it into a grin-like smirk. No sense letting the man know how much she enjoyed his company, right? With a final loving stroke down Misk's spine, she made her way out the door.

She lithely slid her arm to curl around the one he offered, paying simply no mind to the way her fingers slid down his arm. He knew how to play the game quite well in return, and she loved it. "Good morning to you as well, my handsome Dastan. I fare quite well, though I'm rather excited about this...gathering." She flashed him a grin and winked back. She would have bounced on the balls of her bared feet as they made their way to the Great Hall, but it would have either made her have to let go or would have jostled Dastan.

Mira took a seat caddy-corner to Dastan's, situated so that her back was to the wall and she could see all the entrances. Not that she expected any danger, but old habits died hard. And it was better to be safe than sorry, really. A small noise and a breath of cold air accompanied the weight of a little green flit on her shoulder. Mira giggled when Aeris nuzzled and licked her, laughing more in Dastan's direction when the green started trying to impress a certain point on her. Oh, she was a trip. Winking at Das, Mira turned and returned one of the nuzzles, cupping the little green's head gently to press a little kiss to the side. She would definitely like to bond with Dastan a little more, but sadly there was still more than a year left until Misk and Dassk would be ready for anything of that nature. Which of course didn't stop either of them from hinting away, naturally.

"Hmm, not so sure, darling. I've met sadly few of the people our own age. I think I see a Weyrling heading our way, though." She couldn't help the twitch of her smile at the way F'ren phrased it. If she didn't know bronzeriders, she'd have almost thought he was propositioning the both of them. She grinned anyway, her eyes laughing. "I would say that we are. I don't think anyone had proposed any ideas just yet, but we're certainly interested in brewing them."

And aww, the poor little darling. Mira carefully extended one gentle hand as slowly as she could. "Hey, little guy, no need to be afraid." She mimicked a quiet little trill she'd heard one of flits make before, hoping to soothe him. She left her hand where it was, close enough that the little blue could sniff at it if he wanted, but it wasn't encroaching on him. She'd gotten a bit more used to enticing small creatures near since she'd had Misk, the green adoring all manner of small things.

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((...S'ren later, wanted this up! Stupid work. ;___;))

[Kaemi]

Everyone-- and that means everyone-- knew that L'mar had the reputation of a troublemaker. He mostly did work on his own, liking originality, and not liking a big mess of people to get caught along with him. Because, of course, he often did get caught. That was part of the fun! Then, everyone knew that he had done it! But, in cases like this one, where there were rumors going around about maybe a few of the wherlings putting something together... well that could be fun. He liked to make trouble. It amused him. So with a few weyrlings, a few wherlings, and some others... all who shared his joy in the art... it could be even MORE fun.

He wasn't even sure where he had heard the rumors. Probably in the kitchens, or maybe it was something Nuisance had picked up. Surely Dali hadn't tipped him off. While she enjoyed his pranks, a vast majority of the time, she didn't often encourage them. Oh, well, she would learn, eventually. The old lesson- if you can't beat 'em, join 'em! He had yet to be beaten by the mature, responsible people of the Weyr, and thus he had yet to join them. This was a much more amusing way to spend life, anyways.

Not far behind F'ren, L'mar strolled through the doors, grinning widely at the prospect of fun, and the laughing a little at the bronze weyrling's wording. "I don't think he actually meant it like that," he said, shrugging at his fellow. "I'm L'mar, weyrling of green Dalisth," he greeted jovially. A good mood, today, apparently.

Nuisance flitted before him, betweening to appear in the room before L'mar entered, to find his customary, out of the way perch. He didn't like to be around large groups of scary- just look at that tortured creature right in front of them, being cooed at. He would sit, and observe, and if he got bored (unlikely with all of the scary to stare at) he could go bother his-big-green. That could be fun! Ooh-look, there was his scary. He was big and tall and scary-looking, not to mention loud, but it was still fun because he was fun. The blue folded his wings, ready to watch the madness, and probably scariness, that was bound to ensue.