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Amila and green Matoath

Amila was watching Matoath moving, the dragonet more than eager to explore and sort out whom was whom, and smiled a bit at Hars. Matoath was wonderful, and so eager to explore the world -- but it was new for the little one and that wonder passed to her rider -- as if Amila bothered to filter between them. Still, the green had been considering something[/io] when she heard her brother, and Matoath lit up. The dragonet trilled delight, and responded promptly.

That would be lovely. I'm afraid Mine doesn't seem to grasp this is meant to be a social event.

Still, her eyes whirled a deep blue of happiness, and the dragonet moved, pawing Amila with utmost delcacy.

Amila, mine, brother is here, and I should love to show you off to mother as we go to him. Please?

But of course we can go see him my little heart. Amila smiled, before the rest sank in, and she was about to balk when the dragonet moved, proceeding to cross the room. True to her hopes, the dragonet looked up to Fianth, love and joy on her face. Look, mother! Look at Hers! And could they visit after seeing brother? Matoath did so want to see her parents, just for a little bit of happiness and to share her love and delight. Amila... Was much more cautious, owlishly moving to keep close to her dragonet. Goodness but she wasn't used to her partner putting such pride in her yet -- Matoath was the beautiful and perfect one, but the love was nothing but welcomed and reciprocated, the girl soon placing a hand on Matoath as she watched Fianth as they passed, and then the blonde girl smiled shyly at Zamistia, Matoath creeling a warm greeting to Nanuth, but making no move to interrupt his CLEARLY important words with their cousin. After all, family was important!

Vash and Orath

Orath had decided that sitting around or skirting the main part of the crowd just wouldn't do. So he'd taken it upon himself to start tugging at His' dress to force Vash into mingling. Or at least exploring and making her face known. Something that she wasn't necessarily in agreement with.

"We will have plenty of time to make sure everyone knows us." The redhead tried to reason. "This evening, let's just try to take it easy, okay?"

The little white just tugged at her dress again. Nonsense! Why wait when there are plenty for us to meet now? Putting action to his words, Orath marched them straight up to some of his siblings. One of which caught his eye.
Oh, look, mine! Dropping the hem of His' dress, Orath pranced over to Museth. Greetings, cousin! You look lovely as ever. Mine and I are trying to meet all the people! Maybe even the MOST people! Orath giggled at his own brilliant idea.

Vash, on the other hand, gave the pair Orath had dragged her to an apologetic look. "I-I'm so sorry! He's still learning manners." She reached down to snag the little white before he could run off again. And then took the moment to realize what her sweet Orath had actually done. "Congratulations! Such a lovely little white darling you have." It was so nice to meet one of the other white weyrlings! "I'm Vash. And this is Orath." She introduced them.

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V'lik and Raith
Wingleader of Star Flame Wing

Per Raith's suggestion (or reminder after a returned greeting from Junenth), V'lik made more of an effort to at least have a neutral expression on his face. It was challenging, knowing that he could be accomplishing other important things instead of standing around at a party. But, he understood the necessity of it. Which was ultimately why he'd agreed to attend.

You need to get out more, Mine. Raith rumbled.

I get out enough. Every day. When we train. Or run drill exercises-

You need a life.

Refraining from rolling his eyes, V'lik meandered through the crowd, watching all. There were quite the number of hatchlings present. More than he'd every really seen in one gathering. Even his own feast after Impression of Raith hadn't been like this. But then, he suspected it was rare for two queen's to clutch at the same time like this. The Wingleader had to admit, he was impressed. There was definitely a strong relationship between the golden ladies. Now, if only they could find a way to patch up the rocky one some of their shaffing candidates and one particular bronzerider had stirred up.

Rubbing lightly at the back of his neck, V'lik contemplated indulging himself in some of the food available. Before he could make a decision, a familiar face caught his eye. Ah, there was one rider he actually rather respected.

"Danzik." He offered the woman his hand in greeting. "I'm pleased to see at least another capable Westerner with a good solid head about them here." Faranth help him if he caught any of the Western candidates mouthing off or causing a ruckus...

"Are you enjoying the feast thus far?" Small talk. He was not good at it.

Rider Jynnat and Blue Begath

It was her first hatching feast as a full-fledged rider. Jynnat dressed herself well, blue rider though she might be. She couldn’t remember a time when they had so many new weyrlings. She finished the last touches on her clothes and headed down to celebrate.



Weyrling M’ton and Green Zygmuth

M’ton had barely been able to tear his eyes away from his beautiful sleeping green to do the chores that he needed to do before the Feast. The hardest part was coming to terms with all that had happened on the sands after he and Zygmuth had left. There had been multiple injuries and even a death followed by the death of that candidate’s would be dragon. It was depressing.

All the smells coming from the kitchen was maddening and he wondered how Zygmuth could sleep through it. But she did. Maybe it was because she only ate raw meat? Before getting ready he’d fed and oiled Zygmuth again. Dressed in his Gather best, M’ton, as he’d finally decided to shorten his name, gathered up his eagerly waiting green. “It’s time to go to our Feast Zygmuth.”

I’m ready M’ton! The green danced eagerly. The new pair made their way down to the feasting. M’ton rested his hand upon Zygmuth’s head as he listed to Zheria. He was so lucky she’d picked him. He remembering liking her egg when he’d touched it. You were the only one for me, Zygmuth cast an adoring glance toward her rider.



Rider Ly’bur and Brown Hinburath

A certain brown rider was eager for the feast. It was a good chance to observe those who’d impressed this day and those who hadn’t. Ly’bur also liked to see how the older riders reacted to the new weyrlings. It was all interesting. Spiffed up, he headed to the feast as Hinburath found himself a suitable spot to watch as well.

Eveleth is showing favor to those who’d supported during the hatching to that stupid bronze, the brown commented mildly. Ly’bur was particularly interested in the colors between the two clutches. It was unusual to have so many browns and bronzes. And whites. His lip curled a bit as he thought about the 5 whites that had hatched.

Were the two connected possibly? He wondered if there was a way to test his theory. Did having two clutches laid together produce a larger number of browns and bronzes or was it the whites? Neither? So many options here!



Candidate Nalacko

This hatching had been her worst so far. Granted it had only been her second time standing. The maulings, particularly of her friend right in front of her, and deaths, both candidate and dragon had taken a toll on her. She’d kept to herself for most of the day; mainly to sort herself out and avoid her father.

R’iz was probably in the healer’s cavern tonight, instead of the feast. At least she thought he might be. Nala wasn’t sure if she had the courage to face all those people and the new weyrlings. It was just so much to take in in so short a time. But she really wanted to congratulate all those who’d been standing with R’iz too. In the end that was what finally decided her to attend. At least for a little bit.

She pulled on some nice looking clothes, nothing too fancy though. Nala shuffled her feet at the edge as Zheria stood up to talk. She dug her toes into the ground as she spoke to the candidates. Once the speech was over, Nala went to look for those she’d come for. And there was one particular little blue dragon she was hoping to spot and give a quiet thanks to. The first one she spotted was Zamistia and her brown. Nala started to make her slow way toward the pair.




Rider Banashe and Brown Severith

That had been a wild hatching. Banashe and her brown had been riveted in the stands the whole time. Two clutches, so many dragons and candidates. Things had gotten crazy. She strolled around the feast, congratulating the weyrlings when she spotted them.

Are you looking already Banashemine? The brown sounded amused. They just hatched today you know, give them some time to develop. Oh I know, but it never hurts to start looking early. She laughed and waved the brown off. I can still enjoy myself too tonight. There had been surprisingly few greens and blues, and a huge surprise of whites. Banashe couldn’t remember seeing so many tiny whites in one place.



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L'ius of Blue Tierth


I feel like I might be a bit...overdressed... L'ius stared at himself in a mirror, turning back to look at where his newly impressed dragonet sat staring up at him with happy whirling eyes. You look great L'iusMine! There was a happy trill that the little blue let out as he moved to nudge his rider. Just like a knightly hero! The infections love and admiration that Tierth sent to him had L'ius turn his eyes from the mirror and watch the little blue. Yeah, you're right Tierth. These also belonged to my father, at least that's what the rider who searched me told me. He had been friends with him. Maybe that's why they were more flamboyant then L'ius was use to. He had only ever worn clothing that his aunt had made for him, and they had been very simple clothing at that. Nothing like this.

Tierth stood up from where he sat and moved towards L'ius gently taking the sleeve of his jacket in his teeth and beginning to pull. Come on L'iusmine! We mustn't be late! Plus I want you to meet Father! L'ius had to laugh as he was bent over walking after Tierth as he let the little blue pull him Please be gentle strong knight! I promise I won't cause any harm. Tierth let out another trill of happiness letting go of L'ius sleeve as he did so, before he trotted off towards the Feast, L'ius trailing after him.

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There are so many people here L'iusmine! Tierth watched everyone that was around them as they neared, though the little blue was keeping an eye out for a certain brown. He is here somewhere Tierth, don't worry about it. L'ius placed a hand on Tierth's head as the little blue continued to look around Father! Are you here?! I want you to meet my L'ius!






Dr'cul of Blue Harneth


"This is a waste of time...Harneth..." Dr'cul's words were bored as he moved into the Feast where everyone was gathered. Harneth had insisted that his rider go to the Feast especially since he had missed the hatching. The blue had watched the hatching and relayed what he saw to his rider and had been a bit unimpressed by Dr'cul's lackluster response.

It is only good manners. We were celebrated for our impression and they deserve the same courtesy. Harneth was perched outside, watching as the new hatchlings began to trail in to the feast. The amount of different colors was interesting to him, the amount of browns but it was the amount of whites that was very interesting. They reminded him of his younger brother Baihath, of course that made him wish that he could see his Western family. After what that bronze from Western had done, that would be more difficult to do.

Are you alright? Dr'cul could feel the slight sadness that was starting to filter in through their bond. Just..missing my siblings at Western. The man couldn't help but sigh softly as he sent a rush of love towards his dragon and it helped to bring Harneth's mood back to where it had been.

Andrestia and Brown Eith with D’mos of Bronze Phaeth



The feast was now under full swing, a few people had offered up their congratulations to the new rider and her lovely brown dragon who seemed to adore the attention. The feeling was unfamiliar almost to her, if anyone had noticed her before it had only been to how much Andrestia had resembled her brothers and father. Even as the soft blue eyes glanced around what she could of the hall the she couldn’t find the face of her father, it wasn’t unexpected though considering but there was some hope somewhere lingering he would have at least spoken to her at all.

Andrestiamine what is wrong? Are you waiting on someone? He nosed the palm of her hand as she kneeled down to scratch along his eye ridges.

”I was just hoping, but I don’t think he is coming.” A sighed followed it as she scooped him up into her arms. ”It’s ok.” Or it will all eventually work itself out, the myriad of emotions would settle and even though it wasn’t what she had hoped Eith was amazing and more importantly her’s and her’s alone.

”Andrestia.” The familiar voice called out over the music as the blonde turned to see the growing familiar face

”D’mos!” Andrestia smiled before weaving through the crowd to greet him, it wasn’t who she had expected but some part of her was glad he found her at the feast.

”D’mos! Did you watch the hatching? It was so much fun! What did A’es say? Did you want…” A hundred words came pouring out as her eyes almost seemed to sparkle with joy.

D’mos on the other hand just folded his arms across his chest carrying an expression as if expecting something, even in feast wear the blonde was a striking figure and with Andrestia standing near him the resemblance was obvious. Next to him stood another rider, someone unfamiliar to Andrestia but was just as handsome.

“Oh, yes.” She gave a quick but elegant curtsy to them both before holding up her arm as Eith perched along glancing between the two. “This is Eith.” The dragonet gave a little flourish of a head bow as if mimicking his rider’s greeting to the bronze riders.

Finally easing into a smile D’mos relaxed, or as much as the man could without losing his composure as he held out a hand to give the brown a few scratches along his jaw. He had to admit even though it wasn’t a metallic it was still a rather dazzling brown and Andrestia could have done far worse in the hatching. “I did watch the whole hatching and I have to admit I was surprised you impressed considering this was your first.”

Eith cooed at the man before as he pulled away returning to his spot on Andrestia shoulders to watch with some peaked curiosity. ”As for A’es… he left after your impression without a word to me, I suspect that he paid his respects and then left…. I’m sorry.” His voice was heavy with sympathy as was his discomfort, apologizing was not his strong suit nor was covering for a man who strived for nothing but perfection regardless the cost.

Andrestia looked to the ground her hands folding over as tears threaten to spill over the corner of her eyes, it wouldn’t be good to cry, not at the feast, not with all the effort she had put to dress herself up. ”I understand.”

”This is L’zar, the two of you haven’t formally met but we are both proud of you and of Eith.” He looked to the bronzerider on his right as he mustered up an awkward smile, maybe unsure of how to handle tears.

”L’zar this is my sister Andrestia.” The words still unfamiliar to his lips as he spoke them outloud, to himself and the others.

Vash and Orath

Orath was so pleased to have chosen Museth to meet with! She was such a nice white lady. Just what he figured His needed right now. Thank you! The little white may have preened just a tiny bit at the affectionate agreement. I keep trying to tell Mine that, but she doesn't believe me just yet! He worbled in amusement, nuzzling his person as he settled himself back in her arms. For now anyways.

Vash felt even worse when she noticed they really had startled the other girl. Oh Faranth! Hopefully this wasn't going to be how her whole night went?

"It's very nice to meet you, Soui. And Museth." She added, looking at the lovely white in the other girls arms. So tiny. Just like Orath. Faintly, she wondered just how big they might actually grow? She had seen white dragons before. But never really paid much attention to their size. Beyond the small white creatures. "I really am sorry that Orath startled you. And you are quite welcome!" The redhead laughed a little. "I keep finding myself lost in thought here and there. It's so strange, realizing that we've got these little magnificent creatures to call ours."

Magnificent. Yes we are! Orath crooned, twisting his head to regard his cousin. I swear I won't ruin it. I'll be careful. He really did take Museth's words to hearts. He'd be so devastated if he ruined Vash's gown! Especially one that was pretty.

Have you met with any of our other cousins and siblings? They weren't too hard to find. And he was determined to see how many he could introduce.

The redhead looked at Soui surprised. She didn't recognize her and yet... "Oh! I'm actually from Western myself. But I was raised in a small cothold in Rivercrest." A fellow Western candidate! How exciting. And it suddenly made High Reaches feel a little less intimidating.

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V'lik and Raith
Wingleader of Star Flame Wing

There was something that may have approached a smile that flashed across V'lik's features before disappearing. But there was certainly a snort of amusement. "Aye. Can't deny I'm feelin' the same. That or I'll feed'm to Raith. Maybe he'll get indigestion." What was that saying? Two wherries one stone?

Well, there was something they were in agreement with. His gaze traveled along once more, merely pausing on the sight of their Weyrwoman and that of High Reaches' dancing. She was woman enough to do what she pleased. Curious, though, was her choice in apparel. Trying to stand out? Make a point? He wasn't sure. Perhaps he'd inquire about it later. "Well, I suppose it's good that at least one of us enjoys themselves. Faranth knows I'll be happy to be back in my weyr." Not that he had anything against High Reaches. Faranth, he'd be just as miserable at Western too.

Studying some of the candidates nearby, he gave the Wingsecond a thoughtful look. "Indeed we will." He mused. Ah, the soon to be graduates. There was something else he needed to consider and work into the Wing's routines. And he'd need to see just what these new young whelps were capable of.

V'lik sighed through his nose. "Faranth help whoever gets stuck with handling that one." He muttered, watching as more of the little hatchlings seemed to run off towards the golden queen.

It was Saith's first winter, and she was having a terrible time of it. High Reaches had the decency to be not so sweltering during the summer, but now as the days grew shorter and the winds gained a bite, the mellow green found it harder and harder to not get fussy about the weather. As such, Raelin was not the only one who came dressed warmly for the celebration: Saith sported warm cloth "boots" that covered her delicate claws, which had delighted her enough to want to test them out in public.

Raelin just wanted to stop hearing about the cold already.

Dipping through groups and dance partners, she took only a small plate of snacks and a hot drink before joining her fellow senior weyrling. "Time really flies, huh?" she noted as she sat down. "Scoping out who's gonna be a familiar face at the healers? Already know I am."

Saith, meanwhile, made a cautious landing between several dragons, her clothed feet skidding slightly. Was it ice? Her choice of accessories? She wiggled her claws experimentally before making her way to her brother. It will be okay, Harneth. Mother will watch over them for us, she said with serene confidence. One would think Western will shape up in the interim. They won't be living this down any time soon.

El'k of Blue Aonanith

This was it. The feast to celebrate their Impression - the day when El'k ceased being a Candidate and would wake up tomorrow to begin his training as a junior weyrling of High Reaches. In the end, he didn't manage to impress a metallic unlike Sa'do and his brother though that didn't mean that he loved Aonanith any less. The small chubby blue was the sweetest kindred soul he had ever come across and he would be damned if he shunned him because of something as trivial as his colour.

After paying their respects to Fianth and Olliah, they helped themselves to some of the roast meat for a start before making their way through the crowd to see if they could find some familiar faces to mingle with. His parents and brother would be here - that was a given. Hopefully Sa'do and Rynsaith would be able to make it too. Glancing about himself, Aonanith perked up as soon as he spotted a familiar blond figure who was dressed in a very elegant blue-grey dress. Ooh ooh ooh... there's that lady whom you were with on the sand earlier today Mine. He tugged on El'k's hand, eager to go over and say hello to Andrestia and her newly bonded.

As soon as the pair approached Andrestia and the men whom she was currently engaged in conversation with however, it became clear to Aonanith that something was very very wrong. Quickening his steps so that he could reach Andrestia's side as soon as possible, Aonanith eagerly pressed his snout into her hand, his eyes now a pale yellow as the dragonet reached out to her to try to understand what exactly was wrong. Are you alright? Did these men bully you?