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K'bet and Blue Rubiginth

Yes, definitely! That too! Rubiginth's curiosity extended to the riders their clutchmates had chosen, certainly, but seeing their siblings free of their eggs was the first delight of his life. It added so much more context and depth to the stories he had already gathered, having spent so much time with them already.

"One of the stands impressions, yes." There had been another before his and possibly more after, though he wouldn't have noticed those. Once he had Impressed, K'bet's focus had understandably narrowed, at least temporarily. "How long were you at High Reaches? I grew up there, but I might have left before your time. As far as 'nowhere' is concerned, that's all I meant. Weyrless. I traveled a lot, then found myself here after being commissioned to write a play about dragons and weyrlings. I never imagined..." He paused as his blue rose and butted his head against K'bet's shins. "I thought my time at a weyr was over."

Rubiginth stayed where he was as he continued, sacrificing an almost invasive closeness to his conversation partner to be near his rider. Mine knows you won't harm him, he's just a little antsy. I was very unexpected, but he remembers his training. It won't be long before we are doing great things.

V'den and Brown Yoneth | Western Wyerling | 22 | He/Him

He nodded as if he'd already realized, turning in his seat and draping one arm over the back of the chair to have more of a face to face conversation, the other hand falling to rest on Yoneth's neck in a gesture of casual affection. Had there been more than one stands impression? V'den had been occupied trying not to be mauled by angry greens or Yoneth himself through most of that. When he thought about it, there had been a young woman at the feeding tables wearing something extravagant though, hadn't there?

"Well, might be someone else will have to write that play, looks like your time at Western is just beginning." He affirmed with a grin for the triumph they both must be feeling. As thrilled as he was to impress at his first hatching, K'bet must be over the moon at this surprise after he'd given up. "I was one of the most recent candidates searched, wasn't there long enough to get close to much of anyone really. I expected to be going back tonight, I guess we were both surprised."

They found you just in time to get you to me. Yoneth remarked with a pleased rumble, a small purring thing from a dragon his size.

It won't be long before we're all doing great things. Yoneth agreed with Rubiginth, excited tone and faster eye whirl betraying how much he was looking forward to that time. Whoever survived would do great things anyway, but that's life. Most of them would be amazing, a few might be gone. V'den, again, advised he not share that last bit.

N'ceph of bronze Riventh
It might have been a early hour, but the dark-haired rider had no intention of turning back to his weyr for sleep, even after the Hatching had finished. After the last egg had shelled and found His, the crowds had moved off of the Hatching sands, and the great feast had begun! N'ceph had gone first to Riventh, so he might take a few moments joy with his bronze--hatchings always reminded him of the day he'd locked eyes with his handsome beast, and he'd wanted nothing more than to lean upon the great bulk that was his dragon, and reminisce.

By the time he'd managed to part ways, the feast was well on its way; there were individuals of all sorts eating, drinking, laughing, and enjoying themselves; new weyrlings were proudly with their dragons, being congratulated and lauded by the Weyr. While all of them were adorable and worth admiring, there was one he certainly wished to see. By the time his eyes landed on him, he found him rather preoccupied with both the blonde-haired L'an, and his bright colored dragon.

Not wishing to be rude or force his way over, the rider grabbed a drink of wine, and lingered close enough to Wren where he might catch his eye, but was distant enough not to interrupt. There were many out there who might wish to give the young man best wishes and meet his dragonet. He would bide his time and wait to send his felicitations.

Riventh, for his part, had no need to put himself in a queue. Instead, the large beast sent a wave of welcome and warm wishes to the young Nimrath. Welcome to the world, young one. Mine sends yours best wishes for the future, and looks forward to meeting you soon.

X'teis of Brown Damisath, he/him, new weyrling!
X'teis nodded to Phryana, taking the hand and shaking it. His handshake was hardly the most firm or confident, but it did the trick. Phryana and Kleoth? Well...now that he had them here, what was he supposed to say? He gave a quick glance to his dragon. Without the need to shrug people off and avoid them, with this sudden freedom allotted by Impression, he was left without any familiar ground beneath him.

Luckily, Damisath took charge. You are too kind, my sister, Damisath replied, words soft and smooth. He wasn't yet sure what he thought of any of his siblings, but he could be charming, either way, couldn't he? We are well, and I hope you can say the same for you and yours?

Suddenly, someone else was talking.

X'teis glanced back as his sister slipped her way into the conversation, slipping her arm around his. A whirlwind, as always, Ilauria pulled him into a hug, and he patted her shoulder until she let go. It wasn't that he hated affection, far from it. He was just a bit embarrassed. He was proud of Impressing Damisath, but this was all quite a bit much. Still. He owed it to Damisath to have fun, before the poor brown got bored with him.

Just because many things are boring doesn't mean I'll ever be bored of you, X'teisMine. The dragon gave X'teis's leg a headbump, before focusing his attention on Ilauria. Hello. You're X'teis's sister and Ovshth's rider. It was a fact, not a question, as he gave her mind a gentle, wordless brush that managed to communicate interest and greeting, as he fixed Ilauria with a steady gaze. Was that X'teis's imagination, or did Damisath crane his head in just the right way for Ilauria to admire his lovely spots? Was the pride at the compliment originating from Damisath, X'teis, or maybe both?

Although Ilauria was of X'teis's bloodline, Damisath found her less interesting and far less intelligent. After all, no one else came close to being his intellectual equal, and that was the most important thing to gauge one on. Regardless, Damisath was glad to meet Ilauria--that left only a few more people to meet who were important to X'teis. Ilauria, Zarsteyr, and--

Nope! We're not thinking of her! X'teis suddenly flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration, as he realized that his sister had turned her attention towards Phryana. He slumped a bit more, hoping his sister didn't notice his sudden shift in comfort. What was he going to do about Oreune?

Matotoka

The little dragon seemed to enjoy such attention at least, though Matotoka was certain even if it had been rejected she wouldn't have done much more than push him away and express displeasure. An impressed baby wouldn't have been violent...right? Maybe the young ones still were a little off in that sense while the bond was new. He certainly had never heard that, so he trusted his training to it. "Well, I'm glad to hear that you found it, then," whatever it was. He still wasn't sure and it sounded like Auratath wasn't going to tell him.

Smiling at the little hint of conversation from Lesta, Matotoka stood up straighter, leaving the darling dragon to lull hopefully on the floor. "Good thing you're at Western, then. There will be lots and lots of fish in both of your futures," he mused. He'd not eaten much of it growing up, but he'd found it pleasant enough.

As Lesta extended her hand to him, Matotoka took it with another smile. "Of course I dance. Plus, you can work up an appetite for more of that fish your little one seems to crave, hmm?" Of course, he would have danced even without the excuse.

Rio and Blue Tierboskath

Tierboskath was immensely comfortable - not because the Dining Hall floor was particularly posh, but because he was in the fine company of Saheth, and they were soon joined by Nimrath.  The blue oozed contentment, and was immensely pleased with himself for 'discovering' the Deep Fish besides.  He watched every sibling who came for a piece with blue-purple eyes, as though enjoying it himself all over again as they indulged themselves.  How he would have loved to have more than that single piece, but as he could not, he would have to settle for enjoying others' enjoyment of it.  It wasn't quite the same, but he supposed it would do.

After His had chatted on awhile longer, the young dragon stirred again, moving to rub affectionately against Saheth and any other nearby amenable clutchsib before nosing gently at his rider. Loathe as I am to leave such esteemed company, he purred, Mine and I do have a pressing appointment to keep that I have quite been looking forward to.  So we will have to bid you all farewell for now, but we will see you again very soon, of course! Soon, and every day for the next Turn - and many days after that, surely.  There would be no shortage of time for enjoying each others' company, even if such grand occasions as this one were few and far between.  There could be cuddles, grooming, and pleasant conversation regardless.

"Ah!  Right-" Rio bent to kiss Tierboskath's forehead, rubbing behind his headknobs as he did so. "As he says, we should be going for now, but I'm sure we'll catch you all again soon enough."

And so they made their polite exit from that little gathering, and went in search of two most fetching whiteriders.  Tierboskath moved himself easily through the crowd, quickly getting ahead of Rio, and was first to spot the young women.  Much as he had when he'd had the brief pleasure of Isilje's company earlier, the little blue executed a sweeping bow, radiating warmth and fondness for the pair that was so prevalent in His' thoughts. Isilje, how lovely to see you again...and you must be Alya! Not an ounce of shyness in him, he rose from his bow to stride right up to them, offering affectionate boops and rubbing right up alongside Alya (a gesture that was not only friendly, but prime invitation to receive all due affection in return). I do trust you are enjoying the party, though if you are not, that will change presently, I am sure!

He was here, after all!  And His... oh dear, he'd quite left him behind!  But along he came soon enough, all bright smiles and joy. "Well, I see you've met Tierboskath," he laughed, dipping down to press a kiss to each of their foreheads - just little pecks, nothing unchaste or dangerous! "I'm sorry if we kept you waiting, he was very taken with the Deep Fish."

Oh, yes, blame it on me.  I see how it is, the blue lamented, though it was clearly nothing more than fond teasing.

K'bet and Blue Rubiginth

Mmhm. I'm glad you agree! Rubiginth had a rather skewed interpretation of 'great things', but now was neither the time nor the place to get into any of that. The blue was beginning to tire, and he really wanted to try this dancing thing before he had to take a nap.

"Ye-es." Something about the way K'bet drew out the word suggested he hadn't yet thought about how impossible it would be to keep up with his writing. He had managed to juggle duties and hobbies back when he had been a Candidate, but he'd been admittedly lackluster at that toward the end. "Yes, it is. I'm... um... surprised is a good word." He swallowed, then forced a smile and a light chuckle. "It's a shock. I find myself feeling like I'm being flung between overwhelming happiness and sheer, unrelenting terror."

After the third or so longing glance at the dance floor in as many minutes, Rubiginth butted his head hard against K'bet's leg, interrupting his discomfort. Can we go dance, Mine? Please?

There's, like, a really good chance that I will fall and break my neck.

I'll make sure they write the best stories about you when you do?

K'bet found himself smiling, despite the morbid turn to their conversation. "Well, um, I've been asked to dance and I can't refuse," he said to V'den. "But I trust we'll be seeing so much of each other in the future that we'll wish we could stop."

Have an exciting evening until I see you again, brother! Rubiginth piped. Unless you want to come?