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Anakumath would surely not be the only one who wanted a little of this pair's time, but she would be the one who asked for it first, leaning down to nuzzle Invidiath's head when her first-hatched daughter - the very first of all of her children to ever follow now - was within booping range.

You didn't get a chance to show me your darling girl earlier, my love. May I meet her now? Anakumath asked, even though she was already close enough to peer upon Miela with nothing but purples and blues in her eyes - calm, loving, and adoring upon all of the new Weyrlings who would walk side-by-side with her children for the rest of their lives. How could she not love them, when they were not so innately a part of herself?

Certainly, they would want to have their own meal soon enough, but mother could surely impose for a time, right?

Marty, for her part, looked far too proud to feel as cold as she was as she offered her own kind words: "Congratulations on finding your lifemate today, Miela."

Anakumath hummed with nothing short of delight as Invidiath made to show off Miela, looking over the small girl and offering her a small wave of love as well. And how wonderful she is, sweet dear, she praised, though not so privately - to Marty alone - wondered if her daughter would perhaps have to go make some words with her cousin for the scars on the dear child. She'd never dare let her daughter think it something that needed to be done, however. Bygones had bygone and all was well in spite of it.

Why don't you tell me all about her? while Anakumath had already played silent council with all of her children before they'd hatched, she would never be tired of hearing any of it.

Martirae returned the bow, though with a bit less fuss. "Thank you for being there - your presence is more than half of what is important in it all," Martirae reminded. It was the only reason Martirae could take any pride in the little ones that now mingled about the feast. They'd not have been there if Martirae herself hadn't been where Anakumath had needed her to be. "The both of you are the pride of High Reaches," as much as any of the others, of course, but Martirae was hardly the type who would be looking down her nose at the 'lesser' chromatic riders. Just as Zheria had told them all at her own hatching feast that every color was important and wanted.

Martirae's brows raised slightly, looking between the pair as the silent exchange took place - she certainly had enough of those with Anakumath to know that something was happening. They felt more obvious with the new Weyrlings who were still testing their connection and how it worked.

"If you're referring to Zenobiath's brood, I hardly say that's a reflection of a person," because certainly, one of Anakumath's had behaved similarly albeit with less focused intent. That didn't speak anything of the young man who had received the ire, the dragon who had performed the act, nor the young man he had gone on to impress. "And surely my opinion rings a little higher of any of your ex fellows who may continue to stand now?"

Anakumath took a moment to lean out and touch her snout to Miela's head with a soft whuff of support. Where my darling ends and you begin will grow tenuous, dear. Even if you think it is only she who is the pride of your pair, you are as much a part of her as she is you. she reminded, before turning her attention to focus intently upon the grand explanation that Invidiath was giving her - because truly, she was interested.

Martirae had less severe scars on her own body from her own time standing - and both she and Miela had walked away towards a potential future from such interventions. While she didn't consciously think about the young man who had been ripped from candidacy that day, a part of him lingered in the back of her head as something to look into later.

"Your own opinion matters as well - after all, you continued on and rose up despite your circumstances and have her to show for it," and Invidiath would forever be Anakumath's very first child. No first of any future hatching would ever quite hit that mark. Not that Anakumath would love any of her children less for coming later.

I know she is in your perfectly capable claws, my love, Anakumath told her daughter, not bothered even slightly by Miela's quiet and clearly overwhelmed response. While golds came in a full range of personalities and approachability, she was perhaps even more available to dote upon those who came into range that evening when there was still so much to celebrate.