A Night to Remember (HATCHING FEAST)

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All are welcome in this thread from Weyrleaders to caverns workers. This is a Weyr-wide event. Take advantage of the opportunity to mingle!

Setting:

The Weyrhall was decked out in its finest. Tapestries were hung on the stone walls. The smell of good food and fine wines filled the air. Music would start at any moment as the Harpers began to warm up their instruments. All the people of the Weyr were in their finest attire. Women wore what jewelry they owned. Everyone was intent on having the best night ever. The joyous mood matched the specialness of the occasion. A Hatching brought new life, new partnerships and the renewal of hope for the future. Everyone and their mother would be there to celebrate tonight.

(And so should you be!... that’s right Shielders I’m talking to you. Merrymaking is part of life you know. You can’t just sit back and watch everyone else have fun!)

Fierce Fire Weyrlings (yo! new kids!)- You've had a long day since your Impression. First you fed your dragons, then you took them to the Barracks to rest, then you fed them again. They went back to sleep. Then you had to get ready to be here on time. So now, please gather at the entrance and wait to be announced as new dragonriders.

Please line up in this order Weyrlings:

K’mar of Bronze Tsevoth
T’ran of Brown Philibith
NPC D've of Brown Corbeth
Sh’ara of Blue Unciath
R’lan of Blue Servath
R’fer of Blue Issiodorensith
NPC L’ork of Green Aileeth
NPC Zalitta of Green Yaguareth
NPC D'rahn of Green Acinonyth
NPC L’sein of Green Babouth


((Enjoy!))

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The Bronzerider paced the room as he often did when he was thinking of how to deal with the disappointment of one boy while celebrating the Impression of the other. There was no doubt in D’seus’ mind Hinuk was upset. The boys would have preferred to Impress in the same clutch. He looked once more at his son who was outwardly putting on a good show of being happy for Thoran. In a way it was for the best. They had become much too close lately, there needed to be some time where the two had other obligations to attend to. Hinuk had plenty of friends and T’ran now had a dragon to think of. The only thing he could think to say to Hinuk was that his dragon would be there next time. Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn’t. No one was guaranteed a dragon even if their parents were both riders and Hinuk did not have that advantage. His mother was a Southern Trader and although gorgeous and spontaneous would have made a poor rider.

There were his genes as well. Most members of his family had not Impressed a dragon. His father was a brownrider before his untimely death. He also had a half-brother at Haven who rode a green. Other than the three of them no one in his family on either side was a rider. The odds were a lot less in Hinuk’s favor than many would believe. People saw D’seus and figured he had a lineage to go with his Bronzerider status. It didn’t mean Hinuk would not impress, he just wondered if perhaps people placed too much pressure on the youth because of who D’seus was. Rider mine. There have been blues who made comments on Hinuk. Its why he was allowed to Stand despite his repeated offenses against the weyrfolk and most importantly Headwoman Emera.Zorometh was reassuring D’seus for while the Bronzerider wanted to believe Hinuk not impressing would not change their relationship, he knew it would. The boy deserved a dragon because he was a foreward thinking, athletic boy with innate leadership skills and bravery above all. He would make the perfect Bronzerider in D’seus’ not so humble opinion.

Rhiannoth is egg heavy. Perhaps his dragon is within her. Would it not be nice for him to ride one of my sons?The dragon added smugly. He was a proud sire. Any dragonet of his was bound to be impressive and Rhiannoth was a large Queen perfect for carrying many many eggs. “You are right. I worry for nothing. I’m sure Hinuk would prefer one of your get anyway. He said to his dragon with a smile on his lips. Finally addressing his son he said, “Did the clothes fit?” He called into the wash room where Hinuk was getting ready.

D’seus was dressed already and quite impatient actually. He could not wait to see what Suynie was wearing. She always looked beautiful but on happy occasions women like her seemed to glow. "We’d better get going if the Junior Weyrwoman is going to remain my date.” He said, jokingly to the boy and Zorometh saving a wink for the young man.

Indeed. You better. It is not polite to keep a woman waiting. Since Rhiannoth had become more egg heavy the Bronze had taken to staying outside on her ledge protectively. He was not considered a clingy Bronze but with the Holdless being so quiet Zorometh was not willing to take chances and neither was D’seus. His weyr, like most of the Bronze weyrs were not far from the Queen’s. The larger weyrs had been placed in the same area to make things easier on the weyr staff and on the Weyrleaders. D’seus was at her door in a matter of minutes. He wore a formal wine red shirt, black pants, a matching two button jacket and his black dress shoes. As always he looked like a leader of the Weyr.

The knock was solid but not too hard. He only did so twice, he found repetitive knocking quite irritating himself. Then as a gentleman always did, he waited. And as always a lady was well worth the wait.

The red haired girl was not thrilled with the outcome of the clutch. Four duds. It was unheard of. However for her brother she would pretend to be pleased and act like this clutch was one of the best the Weyr had seen. Watching Hatchings was nowhere near as interesting as being a part of them. She could not wait till it was her turn to Stand. Speaking of which she had been standing in front of her mirror for longer than she intended brushing out her hair and making certain there was not a single wrinkle in the deep green colored dress she was going to wear to the Feast. Her blue-gray eyes scanned the image in the reflective glass.

There was nothing out of place. She looked the perfect part, as always. Her brother was not the reason she felt she had to have every strand of hair in its place. Her parents were really to blame for the seemingly OCD behavior. She was always expected to act like a demure and beautiful young lady. Still she sat in front of her mirror staring. She was not really looking at herself anymore. Kreallie was more interested in what lay beneath the flesh.

For longer than she could really remember she had felt empty. The emptiness consumed her most of the time. She felt alone from losing her parents and the people she had known back when she was at Haven. No amount of time seemed to heal her emotionally. Even now, in this moment as she recognized her emptiness she was unable to do anything to fix it. So as she did with all emotions that troubled her, she pushed them aside and stood up. Now it was time to show the world the mask and put away her true self.

Her mouth drew into a charming and welcoming smile. She walked as gracefully as a green flew through the skies. Kreallie was no longer Kreallie, she was the sister of the Weyrleader and that was all anyone need know about her. Looking up at her tall, dark and handsome brother she said, "Ready?"

The Shield member had more than one brother by her father, in fact she had two by him and one sister as well. Her mother also had a son and a daughter. Still when the woman started her conversation she had already heard of Rahfer’s impression. R’fer now, she corrected herself. “Your father’s son impressed. I thought you might want to go to the Feast. He has always been so very nice to you Kyrah.” Her mother said, always refusing to use her nickname and always laying on the guilt as if she needed it. Well she was going to need it if she thought Kyrah was going anywhere in that piece of fabric they called a dress. Was it supposed to be that short? “Are you sure this isn’t a long shirt?”

“Kyrah, I thought you would appreciate having less dress to wear. You seemed to be tripping over that long one you have buried somewhere underneath all the unwashed work clothes you have.” Her mother’s voice rang in her head. Why her mother continued to make her go to these things was beyond Kyrah. She sure hoped the woman wasn’t holding out for grandchildren because that was not gonna happen in this lifetime.

Eve was sleeping on her pillow, where she would very much like her copper colored head to be as well. She had patrol duty in five candlemarks. Did these weyrfolk not understand how important her job was? She let herself think as her mother droned on about why she was there which Kyrah had already moved on from. It really did not matter why her mother was here. The problem continued to be that she butted her head into business that did not pertain to her. “Darling I just don’t want you to miss out.”

Rolling her eyes she pulled the dress over her head. It might have looked short on her bed but it really didn’t look so short now. The offending dress came to just above her knees. The light blue in her eyes played off of the darker sapphire blue. There was a silver belt in the middle of the dress which cinched her waist. This really wasn’t so bad. And then Kyrah saw the shoes. They were not heels! She raised an eyebrow and glanced at her mother. Putting her feet into the less awkward dark blue flats, she felt a little more comfortable.

Kyrah had grown her hair out as a promise that her mother would try harder not to change her. It seemed they had reached a middle ground. Kyrah’s hair reached past her shoulders. The curls were less curly when her hair was long and seemed more like wavy then actual curly hair. There was no need to mess with the red locks. Kyrah’s hair looked as ethereal as it normally did and it suited the strange woman in the mirror just fine.

Kissing her mother on the cheek she said, “See you there mom.” Eve, sensed it was time to go and lifted off the pillow, landing on her owner’s shoulder. She chirped a farewell as Kyrah headed out the door. The pair of them were going to a party. Eve just wanted a taste of some of the fine cooked meat she saw the cooks making earlier. The well behaved flit was a kitchen favorite so they often allowed her in to see what they were making. The Gold never took what was not specifically offered to her by a human. Kyrah had trained her well. Better than most at the Weyr and it showed in her daily activities, even now, the flitter sat demurely on the Shield member’s shoulder as she walked into the already bustling Weyrhall.

[freya]

Trelia stood in the mirror as twirled as the red gown clung to her figure and was pleased the way it seem to fit her in the right places. She had been disappointed at Issarith's hatching and hoped that her egg might be in Rhiannoth's clutch. The candidate was not going to keep a sad face and would enjoy tonight's celebration. While she was saddened with the days' events with not impressing she would be able to enjoy the night's festivities. Her thoughts went back to the eggs and how there had been more duds then at the last gold's hatching.

Trelia just shook her head after all she'd heard that the small golden queen had trouble with the large eggs. She hoped that Rhiannoth would not have the same problem and that clutch would be large with no duds in them. When she had brushed her hair out that it now hung in loose curls that framed her face and then put on her new black boots. While she walked past the other candidates and was pleased that the barracks we're now more empty due to the new ones impressing.

She would simply wait for her dragon to be hatched and in the end it would be worth the wait. Her wait would make her more appreciative then those that had impressed first. Trekia started to walk towards the weyrhall and get some wine. The place was already starting to fill up and she went over to get a goblet of wine. Trelia was pleased with the beautiful weyrhall and had no doubt that she would have fun tonight. The smile went bigger as a young blue rider came up to her then asked her to dance. She didn't think twice as she was spun onto the dance floor.

[kirensilverfox]

Megdela waited patiently. She had been excited to find that her friend had indeed got a blue like she wanted. Meg sure wanted to one of the first to congradulate her as soon as she came in with the others. So he stood near the doorway and waited. Meg was wearing a dress that her mother had just made her and she though it was wonderful. She was growing up fast but not fast enough to stand herself. She looked around and wondered where the others of the bratpack where she knew that several of them were able to stand this year. She reached up and rubbed along cye's neck he was hiding in her hair right now since she didn't have any pockets in the dress she was wearing.

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There was nothing better than a celebration. Dancing, drinking, good food, handsome men decked out in their finest. She was almost a little too happy about the whole thing. Considering the touch and go Clutching and the four dead eggs, she felt she needed a break. None of it was her fault but she was concerned that Issarith’s “long trip” affected her reproduction. The next clutch would be better.

Vaylee’s only worry now was the seeming exhaustion and small size of the young dragons. Cupith, being so small, nearly died as a young dragonet. The smallest of the clutch should be watched closely. Tonight she really did not want to think about either of her jobs. She wanted to have fun, the blonde smiled to herself and looked down at the scarlet color, asymmetrical gown that hung off of one shoulder. Her other shoulder and part of her back were completely bare.

Her body had only become more beautiful, in her own opinion since she had begun to work herself to oblivion. She didn’t have time to eat, even when stressed and she had to work out as much as a normal dragonrider. Giving her hair one last brush through she peeked in on Cupith. You look beautiful Vaylee. Have fun tonight. The green said to her rider. The smallest full grown dragon at the Weyr only took up half the stone couch she was laying on. Get some rest; we’re going to be very busy with the little ones tomorrow.

It was actually kind of sad that the dragon couldn’t come and enjoy the festivities. She was just as social as Vaylee was and enjoyed the company of other dragons. Maybe if the night went very well, Cupith would have some male company for a while. Vaylee couldn’t guarantee anything though. She always seemed to attract the exact kind of men who were not going to be around come morning.

Wearing heels made her taller than quite a few men. Being a tall woman had its advantages though so she would not complain. She clasped her ruby necklace around her neck. It was a birthingday gift from her foster father. Growing up priveledged and spoiled in comparison to most Weyrbrats was worth the loneliness of her early childhood. Since meeting her twin loneliness had not been a problem any longer. They were best friends. Hopefully she would be able to talk to her sister a little before one or both of them became otherwise occupied.

She walked to the Weyrhall, excited for the evening to begin. Upon her arrival she found herself near the wines. Finding a nice looking white wine Vaylee picked up and began to sip at her new drink.

Danuth’s excitement was not matched by his rider. You can’t go looking like that! The blue insisted watching as his rider was about to leave without so much as brushing his hair. Honestly the boy knew nothing about proper etiquette and care. Comb the back too. The dragon spoke to the boy as he brushed his hair. Is T’mar ready yet? I didn’t ask. I do not like to pry. Danuth was very careful about his relationship with T’mar and Petroth. Just because he could connect to T’mar directly did not mean he went out of his way to do so. Everyone deserved their privacy.

The blue finished complaining about what G’off looked like as it ended up being a lost cause. The boy’s hair just went back to being messy. His clothes seemed to be attracted to wrinkling. Although the clothes themselves were not of horrible quality they were not the best of the best either. He wore nice khakis and a polo type shirt that nearly matched his dragon’s hide. He put on a more casual look than most for an event like this but he very much doubted anyone would take notice. He was just a weyrling and most people avoided him because of his Holdless upbringing.

Tell T’mar I’ll meet him in front of the Barracks.

Petroth. G’off waits for T’mar in front of the Barracks so they can go to the feast. I’m sleepy. I think I’ll just take a nap. The dragon informed his twin as G’off headed out to the common room. There were maybe one or two people still getting ready but it seemed most of the older Weyrlings were already on the way out. The new Weyrling dragons were being cooed over. Danuth had been small once but a couple of those dragonets looked to be even smaller. He hoped they were not ill.

Standing outside the Barracks he waited for T’mar. The best thing about Hatchings? All the awesome food!

(More posting to come)

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.:: Junior Weyrwoman Suynie ::.

Suynie was happy and excited for the Hatching Feast. Regardless of the fact that she had watched in disgust as some of Issarith's Weyrlings had acted like wild felines rather than dragonets, she was still excited for the festivities of the evening. Knowing that D'seus would be arriving for her at any moment, Suynie made quick work of braiding and pinning some of her fluid, brown locks, letting the rest of them cascade down her shoulders, which were showcased by the strapless, white dress she was wearing. The dress itself was made out of simple material, but the plunge of the neckline, and the thigh-high split in the skirt made it an item that was sure to capture attention.

Slipping into a pair of silver sandals, Suynie laced the shoes in criss-cross pattern up her calves and then looked into the mirror for one last glance.

You are pleased that D'seus wanted to attend this feast together, aren't you? Rhiannoth's voice was laced with amusement.
Right as usual. Suynie responded with a bit of a laugh.
Have fun, then, and try not to spend too much time on business, hm? Were Rhiannoth's instructions.
I'll try. I trust you'll be enjoying Zorometh's company?
Of course. The egg heavy gold purred.

When the short knock came at Suynie's door, she strode across the room and pulled the portal open with a smile, "D'seus." As usual the bronzerider was handsome, but then, it didn't take much for the man to be so. Still, the fine clothes he wore in honor of the Hatching Feast only seemed to heighten the man's attractiveness. And, Suynie noted, D'seus still managed to look like a leader. No matter who the Weyrleader was, it would always be prevalent that D'seus's words and actions went a long way at the Weyr.

[Na Qaiah]

Sh'ara was ready to go. Her blue Unciath was finally asleep, the little thing was snoring softly. She took one more look in the mirror. Her floor length dress matched Unciath's coloring exactly, so did the slippers she was wearing. She had brushed out her butt length hair and left it completely loose to fall in a curtain of shimmering dark waves. The only adornment in her hair was matching silver hair combs that kept her hair out of her face. She loved those combs. They were a present from her mother when she impressed. Her mother gave her a matching necklace to match her combs, she was only borrowing this beautiful piece of jewelry until after the feast.

Her dress gathered slightly under her breasts then hung straight down to the floor. The neck was U shaped and showed her small breasts off. She wasn't used to showing so much of her skin. Sighing, she looked at Unciath one last time before heading out the door, she softly rubbed his eye ridges a few moments before turning and joining the other girls as they headed out.

Once she reached the place they were told to wait in line at, Sh'ara started to feel the excitement that was radiating out of her fellow Weyrlings. A smile finally showed on her face. Yes, this was the time to celebrate, tomorrow the hard part began. She couldn't wait.

Tishu was finally released from the infirmary after promising to return after the feast. Her arm was carefully wrapped in new bandages. She had gotten a bunch of stitches and had lost a lot of blood. Not as much as the healers figured she did because of her quick thinking in using her sash for a bandage. The healers said it helped to stem the flow of blood too, and that she did a good job. She was glad for that. A healer is what she wanted to be after all. Dragon and human alike.

The drudges had helped her dress for the party. They made sure the bandages were save and secure and wrapped her arm in a sling over the beautiful blue dress she was wearing. Someone made up her hair so that it was tall on her head and hung in soft curls around her face and neck like a beautiful halo. The dress also had gold threads woven in a beautiful pattern of flying Dragons hear and there in the see through parts that resembled a mesh, the silken parts that showed through from underneath helping to highlight the golden dragon threads. Once she slipped on her pretty matching blue slippers she was ready to go.

Her arm throbbed but didn't hurt much at the moment, and Tishu was determined to enjoy the party while she could. She was looking forward to it. Not impressing this time wasn't as upsetting to her as it was to many that were left standing. The way she figured it, she wasn't 'left' standing, her dragon wasn't in this batch. She would wait for her impression as long as it takes.

Aisynn was putting the finishing touches on her hair before heading for the Hatching Feast. Shivath was sleeping on her ledge letting the soft evening breeze blowing across her shinny hide. The dress Aisynn was wearing was sleeveless and the same color green as her Shivath. There were lighter shades woven in here and there to catch your imagination as to what the pattern really was.

She was excited, a Blue chose a girl to impress too. That was very rare indeed. And a beautiful shade of blue too. She wanted to meet this girl. Taking one last look, she twirled for a final look, the wide floor length skirt spun around her beautifully. Heading down, she hoped she would find F'ren. She was missing him today. And a dance with the man that has captured her heart would be a wonderful end of the party.

Precious turned her head this way and that trying to figure out what her person was being so fussy for. He looked good to her. He kept changing his shirt, then his pants, then putting a belt or sash on, then taking it off again. She understood that this evening was special, there was excitement through all the flits in the Weyr. Her short term memory wouldn't let her remember why, but the smell of all that food was reason for excitement to her.

Loghan finally settled on a white sailor blouse with gold trim that was embroidered across the collar and cuffs, and a dark tan pair of lightweight leather pants and his thigh length black leather boots that he had turned the tops down on so they were only knee high. at the last moment he added a golden sash the same color as his Precious. Running a brush through his hair, he decided he was ready.

Stopping at the table he picked his golden Precious up and put her on his shoulder where she wrapped her tail lightly around his neck for balance. She sat up on her haunches and grabbed paw full of hair to help balance her. The pair headed for the smell of food and to check out the new Weyrlings and to welcome them to the ranks of dragonriders.

T'mar was ready to go when Petroth told him Danuth said G'off was waiting for him. Grinning, the lad hurried with his hair and headed out for the feast. He stopped and petted Petroth a moment before heading out. It was going to be a good evening. He loved the hatching feasts, there was always good food and lots of it. He wanted a better look at that girl that impressed the blue too. She was kind of pretty.

Danuth, tmar-mine comes to meet yours.[/color] Petroth passsed on as his rider left for the party.

T'mar found G'off where Petroth told him he would be. He greeted the homeless turned dragon rider warmly. Others didn't understand that G'off wasn't as bad as they were making him out to be. Besides, he wasn't homeless anymore, he was a dragon rider and he had fought bravely to protect his dragon as well as the others that day the homeless attacked. That made the lad a much better person in T'mars book.

"Ready? I'm starved!" T'mar said greeting his dragons twin rider. "What do you think about that blue impressing that girl?"

K'dan didn't bother to change his clothes, he really wasn't very dirty anyway. He and Zillath were out on a sweep ride not long ago, and the rider had his big brown just drop him off outside the doors. He did take time to take off his helmet and stuffed his gloves into his pockets of the jacket before tying them safely onto the riding straps. Zillath headed for his ledge to waitfor his to be ready to leave the party.

K'dan walked in the doors with his usual look, riding leathers and his hair refusing to behave itself. It didn't seem to matter what he did with it, it wanted to stand straight up. Only time it didn't was when he let it grow longer.He might have to do that again, he was tired of it sticking up everywhere like he just got out of bed. The brown rider had no idea how handsome he looked all decked out in the tight riding gear as he made his way across the room for a plate of food.

A'miri made a final check on the weyrlings before heading to the feast. The barracks were empty except for sleeping dragonets. This would be the first time they were left alone by them selves and it made the man nervous. Anything could happen real fast at this stage. And in his minds eye this would make a perfect opportunity for a holdless to attack and it would be all over so fast before anyone could help them.

Achilleth, stay here by the doors please. I just hope nothing happens tonight. Let me and the weyrleaders know if anything happens that shouldn't. We don't want anything to happen to these babies. A'miri asked the big bronze.

Yes amiri-mine I will. Will you take Sneakers with you?[/color] Achilleth asked his rider as he settled himself to keep watch on the sleeping dragonets.

Yes, I will for awhile. I'll send him to you later. A'miri replied as he headed off toward the feast.

Once he got there he found Loghan and told him where he had left Achilleth and why. He headed over to the laden tables and helped himself to a plate of goodies, and a cup of Klah. He ate and mingled as he went along. He too was waiting to see the newest batch of Weyrlings. IT was an interesting hatching, argueing dragonets and blue choosing a girl. Very interesting indeed. Ahh there was the girl that got bit and not chosen. He didn't know why that happened, but he was glad to see her at the party even if she was looking a bit pale from her ordeal.

(I know, blah blah.. my muse tooked a dump... I'll do better I promise) ((Thank you HG for my neat thread toppers))

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.:: Marle ::.
Dragonshield Member

Marle whistled to himself as he buttoned up the black, long-sleeve shirt he'd had specially made for fine occasions, such as Gathers or Hatchings. The blonde was quite aware that he possessed a striking figure and the tailored black breeches and tunic he wore did nothing but showcase that. Above him Tracker flew in happy circles, still crooning and twittering in a nonstop manner over the Hatching. The little bronze had been quite excited about all of the new dragonets and Weyrlings in the Weyr.

The Hatching had been exciting, Marle admitted, but during most of it he had been too on-edge to enjoy it. Like the Dragonshield Member that he was, the entire time the eggs had been Hathching, Marle had been cautiously watching all of the entrances to the Sands and Stands. Now while the Weyr celebrated would be too easy of a time for the suspiciously silent Holdless to attack.

Hopefully, Marle thought to himself, he'd be able to enjoy a bit of the festivities and maybe even make it back to his cot with a pretty face to enjoy it with.

.:: K'vett ::.
Asst. Weyrlingmaster

K'vett smiled at the excited voices and flushes faces of the people that were passing by in the Weyrbowl. The man had only taken a couple of minutes to quickly change into his fine clothing before dashing back out. After all, he had been the one helping the Weyrlings feed their dragonets and then get them to sleep in their temporary weyrcouches. Now the Weyrlings would gather just outside of the Dining Cavern and wait for them to be announced to the rest of the Weyr. It was an exciting moment and K'vett could still remember the rush of adrenaline when his class had been presented to the Weyr.

"Allright everyone!" He called, already noting that some of the Weyrlings were approaching, "If you'll please line up by color! Bronze in front, green in back!"

.:: K'mar ::.
Bronze Weyrling

K'mar was still feeling a bit heady with excitement. The entire evening was turning into a surreal slideshow and every few minutes K'mar had to shake himself to make sure that it was real. Tsevoth's appetite had been true to the nature of a bronze and he'd eaten everything in sight. As long as K'mar had meat to give the bronze had eaten. Finally, after what had seemed like a long time, Tsevoth's appetite had been satiated enough to allow the bronze some time to sleep. It was during that time the new bronzerider had quickly changed into a clean pair of black breeches and a finely embroidered white tunic. Hair tamed neatly to the side, K'mar headed for the Weyrbowl.

Everyone he passed seemed to know that it was he who had Impressed the bronze from Issarith's clutch- at least, it seemed that way to him. People nodded and congratulated him, and he happily told them Tsevoth's name when they asked.

Arriving in the Weyrbowl on the tail end of K'vett's announcement, the bronze Weyrling took a moment first to speak to Sh'ara, "Congratulations Sh'ara! I didn't get a chance to tell you afterwards. We'll talk more inside?" Without waiting to give the girl time to answer, K'mar took his place at the front of the line.

.:: Zaylee ::.
Greenrider

Zaylee happily strode into the Dining Cavern, her bright eyes sparkling as she made her way towards some of her wingmates. The blonde was dressed in dark green dress, it's single strap crossing over ample chest and winding over her bronzed shoulder. The dress fell in a simple wave to her feet, which were in a pair of brown sandals. Golden tresses were twisted up into a simple bun, and a pair of gold hoop earrings graced her ears.

Celebrations of any kind were always a joyous occasion for the social greenrider. She loved having time to drink, dance, and generally have fun with her friends and wingmates. Plus, you never knew what good looking man would be present and in search of a good time as well.

.:: F'ren ::.
Illume Wingsecond

F'ren regretted that he had been unable to meet Aisynn had her weyr and personally escort her to the Hatching Feast. Being a Wingsecond meant that the brownrider had had a few errands to run before he could attend the Hatching Feast. Once his duties were complete, F'ren had rushed back to his weyr, tossed on his Gather best- which consisted of a brown pair of breeches that showcased his lengthy, muscular legs, and a white tunic. Rolling the sleeves back on the tunic, F'ren shrugged into a vest and then dashed off at a quick pace for the Dining Cavern.

He didn't want to miss the Weyrlings being introduced to the Weyr, and he also wanted to make sure he got his arm around Aisynn before any other dragonrider thought about trying to dance with her.

Striding into the Dining Cavern, F'ren breathed a little easier when he noted that the Weyrlings had yet to enter. Searching the crowd with a sweeping gaze, the brownrider smiled when he saw the familiar sight of Aisynn.

Slipping through the crowd, F'ren came up behind the greenrider and encircled her waist with his arms, "There you are!"

[Lady Smara]

Sakorai had not been the first one to the hatching feast – far from it in fact as she had checked on the mental state of her gold before agreeing that the gold, could in fact, take her unhatched eggs between. She had needed to recruit the help of healers to peel the young woman who seemed to have managed to bind herself to one before Issarith could take the four between, but eventually it was done and Issarith was now curled up in a mixture of emotions with her bronze upon their ledge.

Honestly. Sakorai had no idea what the woman was thinking to impress to an unhatched hatchling. Now that she was sedated in the healer’s care, Sakorai straightened her tube-top shirt and twisted her hips to make sure her colorful skirt would still sway. Tonight was a night of celebration. Tomorrow… Tomorrow would be a time of morning, at least for herself and her Issarith… and the family of the woman named Laure. Because Sakorai was no monster. Of course she couldn’t understand why an egg would impress the woman – but Sakorai knew she’d never live without Issarith.

No, tomorrow she’d offer the girl a trip between behind the healer’s backs. Why? Because Sakorai was no monster. Threadfall to the rest of the Weyr who would see her as exactly that after the jump, but the Weyrwoman would wish it upon no one to live without their dragon.

But first… First she needed to dance, to drink and to love. Why? Because she needed to remember that she was still human, and not a monster.

With that in mind, it seemed instantaneous that the woman had a shot of Quikal burning its way down her throat as she entwined her arm with the nearest good looking man – who happened to be the Dragonshield Captain, Loghan. Dressed as he was in a fine white and gold tunic, Sakorai could not help but smile. A perfect gentleman to be seen spinning around a queen rider.

“Captain Loghan, I think you owe me a dance tonight.” She said, smiling up at him.

[Na Qaiah]

A'miri had been enjoying a few of the more doctored drinks. He wasn't drunk by no means, not even close, but he was feeling pretty darn good. His feet had started tapping to the beat of the music all on their own. He was watching the dancers enjoying themselves and strarte to look the crowded room over to see who caught his interest for a dance.

Weyrwoman Sakorai caught his attention when she entered. He watched as she downed a pretty stout drink then grabbed Lohan for a dance. Laughing at the look on the mans face A'miri decided this was going to be a good night after all. Now, for a dance partner.

Loghan had just grabbed his first drink of the night when Weyrwoman Sakorai stopped near him and downed a stiff drink. H had just managed to take a sip when the woman turned and linked arms with him.

“Captain Loghan, I think you owe me a dance tonight.”

He almost dropped his drink. This was so totally unexpected. Never would he dare imagine the goldrider would even take notice of him except for security business. In fact he had only met the woman briefly one time. Gathering his composure quickly, he downed his drink in one gulp before putting his glass down.

"Yes M'lady I do believe you are right!" He answered as he gathered her up into his arms as they swung out onto the dance floor. He followed her lead and lost himself into the moment, it was just a dance why not just enjoy it. Sakorai might just happen to be a goldrider, and the Weyrwoman, but tonight she was just a woman. And one that wanted to dance with him.

Aisynn recognized the voice that belonged to the arms that wrapped themselves around her. Turning slowly in his arms she returned his embrace making sure her body came into full contact with the man who made her heart beat faster every time he got close.

"Here YOU are." Aisynn purred against his lips just before she deepened the kiss. Backing off a few inches. She looked up into his face. "Hungry? I'm starving!"

[freya]

R'lan left his blue Servath in the barracks as he ran to get washed and changed into his clothes. He couldn't believe that he'd impressed finally after two failed chances and quickly changed out of the sweat drenched robe. The young man washed off then changed into black leather pants with a white shirt that showed off his muscled body. A good pair of black boots made the outfit complete and then headed off with the others for the line up. His mood was one of the greatest happiness that he'd ever know because finally he felt whole.

He took his spot behind R’fer of Blue Issiodorensith and waited to be introduced with the others. R'lan expected that his blue dragon would be smaller then other blues because of the dam of this clutch. The whole clutch would be smaller when they we're grown because of their dam yet more healthy because their blood was new. It was a great turnout for the event and he smiled as people gave him a handshake. He was no longer empty and wouldn't have to face those heated sands again. In two turns his dragon would be able to participate in mating flights and then he'd really get to have some fun.

[HG]

You’ll be the best dressed man at the Feast. Nemesyth insisted either out of pride or arrogance though perhaps it was the better part of both of her attributes combined. The green was known to indulge her rider’s vanities because she believed them to be the truth. Whether he would be the best dressed or not meant little to her but her rider would always be the best of them all no matter what the endeavor may be. “I just hope there will be good dancing. I need some competition with Razia suddenly being less of an enemy and more of a friend. I’ll admit my competitive side really wishes there to be some excellent dancing.” He fervently wished underneath this other one, there would be some interested male parties as well.

N’var, as much as he enjoyed dancing with his female friends would also love to have a dance or two with a man. It wasn’t that he felt feminine when he danced with men but men were whom he wanted to be close to in intimate dances. Women were fine for upbeat tunes however the slow lover like songs made him want to wince. He could act the part of the suave Lord Holder’s son as he had so many times before even if what he really wanted was to be N’var the greenrider more so than the Lord’s son. You are both. It is silly you try to keep your past and your present separated. Your past made you who you are. I chose you because of it. You will never be less than N’var rider of green Nemesyth, son of the Lord Holder of Keroon. She saw nothing wrong with his upbringing other than the inherent issues that came with being a male on a green. He liked men. This seemed to still be a struggle for him after three turns as a rider, something Nemesyth would never understand fully. He had always been attracted to men; she had only made him come to realize this attraction. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it in her mind. He liked men; she liked blues and the occasional brown, though blues had much prettier hides.

I don’t think they would appreciate the word pretty.
Well they are nowhere near as radiantly beautiful as I am.
Talk about vain.
Vain I may be. A liar I am not. I am in wonderful shape, the males see it. My hide is sleek, flawless and gleaming with health. I have a long neck and tail which is great for snaking around their bodies. I am in essence a very desirable dragon. You would do well to support me in this.
He supposed the green had a point; she never had been one to be humble. Her own description of herself suggested she was indeed in prime condition and that it might be getting close to her time to rise. Flights would be amazing if they were not ruined by the awkward morning after. Even some of the men here were not all that tolerant of those with same sex attractions. There was nothing he could do about that though. As Nemesyth had so bluntly pointed out; he was who he was and that included all of him.

He adjusted the cream colored tunic he wore under the dark velvety blue vest. His jacket was several shades darker and brought out the blue of his eyes. His pants matched his jacket and his shoes were shining in their black newness. N’var was prepared for a night of fun, wine and hopefully no regrets. All will be as it will be. Do not concern yourself so much. As I said before, you will be the best looking man there. N’var brushed his hair one more time, making certain the styling and the part were perfect. He had always been a little OCD about his appearance. Go now, or you’ll miss it!The green insisted as she nudged her rider’s shoulder.

“I’m going.” He said as he walked out the door. Briar, along with several other Firelizards was waiting in the kitchen for the possibility of food from the drudges working. He had never really trained the little thing and she tended to do whatever she pleased. Now he would be the one to do whatever he pleased, he thought as he walked into the densely crowded Weyrhall. He thought he might want to sit near the dance floor since he would be spending as much of the evening there as possible. First though he needed a glass of wine to celebrate the new Weyrlings and their dragons.

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

J’ldaem of Tseravith
Weyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader

There had been four duds in this clutch; or rather three duds and an impressed yet unhatched dragon. The Weyrleader sighed at the thought, just prying the female candidate from the egg had been excruciatingly trying to say the least. Eventually the deed had been done, some of the healers actually having to dose the girl enough to make her lull into sleep in order to remove her death grip from the unhatched egg.

Was it even possible to impress a dragon that had not even hatched?

The man couldn't help but mull the idea over, skeptic and unwilling to fully believe it; but Tseravith had been insistent that such had been the case. That hatchling inside had been strong enough to mentally make his presence know, even if faintly, before finally disappearing into nothingness. He had felt it, and he was sure Issarith had as well. Otherwise the bronze did not doubt his mate would have placed the egg aside with the other two. But if his dragon was indeed correct it meant the girl had gone through both the wonderfulness of impression and right into the grief and despair of losing her perfect other half in less than the blink of an eye.

Still Sakorai had giving him warning about Issarith’s usual dud encounters in her clutches; neither had just expected so many. It was something that fully puzzled him, J'ldaem making a mental note in the back of his mind to later search through the scrolls in the library for any hints of such a thing happening in the past; perhaps even Sakorai herself could maybe know if such a thing was indeed possible -- though he would not pursue any of these things until tomorrow. Today had been a long day, a joyful day. Today was a day of rest and relaxation; of having a good time and enjoy the happiness that ten new healthy dragons had been born into Refuge and successfully impressed. While the small and light blue Issiodorensith did worry the man slightly Tseravith constantly told His that the babe was fine. He’d just taken to his mother genetics for his very unusual size and pale coloring no doubt.

Tomorrow he could worry about being a Weyrleader again and the countless piles of never ending tasks that still needed to be solved.

”Ready?”

The inquiry and soft spoken voice reached his ears just as the man stepped out of the bathing chambers, fully dressed and groomed for the feast. The weavers had really outdone themselves with his tailored suit, the emerald green formal shirt complimented the darker colored dress of his sister, black pants and a matching jacket complementing his appearance. Finally the tie around his neck, the exact color as Kreallie’s dress, as well as the shiny black dress shoes finished his stunning appearance; J’ldaem looked every bit the handsome and sexy weyrleading beast he knew he was.

”Here I am pet, ready for a fantastic feast?” A grin spread through his features as he strode over to his younger sibling, picking the light weight that she was with little effort as he spun her around once and settled her back on her feet gently. A caring kiss was planted on her cheek; there was no doubt the man loved his remaining family kin dearly. ”And you are looking lovely as ever; you might even make Sakorai and Suynie jealous tonight.”

Speaking of which it was high time he got himself into the Hatching Feast, it wouldn’t do for the Weyrleader of Refuge to be late to the festivity honoring the clutch his own Tseravith had sired after all. Speaking of that hunk of a bronze, he hadn’t seen or heard a whisper of him since earlier after the hat—

Mine.
[Ah, there you are Tseravith. Everything alright?
Yes, I am with Issarith resting in our ledge.
[Good, I’m sure she’s glad to have you nea—]
Mine.
[Yes?]
Achillith is crowding the Weyrling Barracks.

The man couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow, excusing himself for just a moment to his sister before walking over to the ledge of his own weyr; the pale queen and her bronze mate easily spotted a ledge or two below, over in Sakorai’s weyr ledge. From there the bronze form of his lifemate was curled around the queen comfortingly and protectively, rumbling ever so softly, though his whirling eyes were trained in the dragon impressed to Pyralis Wing’s Wingsecond. Only the twitching tail of his bronze showed his true discomfort odf having the young bronze hounding his children; almost coddling them in his mind.

[Surely he’s just watching over them, you know. Holdless still around the woods and all.]
Issarith and I have that covered from here; we’re but a wingbeat away from them if trouble arises.
[Alright, what is bothering you Tseravith.]

It wasn’t a question, but more a statement, and his bronze did not miss it at all as he snorted ever so faintly.

They do not need to be coddled from so close by. They are young, and need to learn to fend for themselves and their Mines. They will not learn this with dragons lying just outside their beds.
[Mmm... I do see your point. Alright, I’ll tell A’miri to tell his Achillith that he can guard the hatchlings if he wishes; but he must do so at a distance.]
... Very well.

In reality the man had been hoping things would return to normality once the clutch had hatched, he chucked his bronze’s protectiveness over the pale queen as simply hormones and excitement from being a first time sire. Once the eggs were out the sands he had hoped his Tseravith would return to what he considered normality, but apparently he had been mistaken. Perhaps his bronze’s affections for Issarith were more profound than he cared to admit.

He only vehemently hoped his bronze wasn’t about to start backing out of queen flights just because they weren’t Issarith.

And what of it if I did?
[Tseravith, we are not having this discussion again. Not now.]
Good.

With a final heavy sigh the man rubbed his temples before heading back into the weyr to meet Kreallie, both making their way to the feast. Once in the halls and the festivities he bid the young girl departure; letting her go mingle and do her own thing as he set out to do Weyrleader stuff and whatnot. Coming across A'miri he was sure to pass the message along of his Tseravith, ensuring the man understood that it wasn't that his bronze's worries and care were unwelcomed -- but that Tseravith simply wanted his children to have a normal dragon upbringing. They could be watched over from affar to be kept safe from any Holdless, but Tseravith did not agree with coddling his brood. He saluted a few of the other riders present, thanking them for the well wishes of the recent clutch; though the man was not oblivious to the way some of the comments seemed more strained than anything. No doubt a good amount of people didn’t approved of himself or the new Weyrwoman from the past.

Speaking of the devil, gorgeous one he might add, he soon spotted Sakorai dragging the Captain of the Shield Guard into the dance floor; the man rolling his eyes slightly before making his way towards the wine table. Sakorai was a free woman just as much as he was a free man; they were both allowed to do as each wished as per agreed upon themselves. He’d been about to reach for one of the white wines, coming across instead with the young dragonhealer apprentice that had been present before the night of Issarith’s clutching. Young rider Vaylee of green Cupith if he remembered correctly; a gorgeous lady without a doubt. Perhaps this would be a good feast after all. He couldn’t help but give her an appreciative one over as he inspected just how well that scarlet hued dress looked against the fine form of the young dragonrider.

”Greetings Vaylee, might I compliment you on how lovely you’re looking tonight?”

[Na Qaiah]

A'miri had just finished taking a sip out of his drink when he noticed Weyrleader J'ldaem headed in his direction. "Greetings, J'ldaem, my duty to you and Tseravith. Wonderful hatching with a blue choosing a girl too. And not to bad for injuries on the sands." He greeted him wearing a big smile. He listened carefully as the Weyrleader told him about having Achilleth moving off a bit, but still able to guard the hatchlings if the bronze wanted too. "I understand and I will have him move off some. I didn't think about Tseravith thinking he was crowding the sleeping hatchlings. Thank you for bringing it to my attention." A'miri answered. He grabbed another drink then moved away from the table to make room from dome one else. He spotted Aisynn standing alone and he headed for her.

Achilleth.
Yes amiri-mine
Tseravith's says that you need to back off a bit from the hatchlings. You are too close. You may continue to guard them, just at a little more distance from them.
I will move off. I did not mean to be a problem.[/color] Achilleth answered as he got up from where he was laying. He launched himself with a few wing beats to settle on the roof of the nearest building that would hold his weight. Looking up toward the weyrs he noticed Tseravith on Issarith's ledge.

Tseravith, I did not mean to be crowding. Is this better?[/color] Achilleth asked politely as he settled himself into a comfortable position. He wasn't far away, but not real close that he couldn't launch himself in one of three directions if he needed to. He had a commanding view behind many buildings that the other Bronze couldn't see around. Little Sneakers joined him and landed on a wingtip. He too would keep watch.

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

Nayzarette
Northerner Candidate

”Rhodri? Rhodri, would you hurry already?!”

A pouting face called into the boys side of the barracks for the fifth time now, the brunette impatiently taping her right foot against the stone ground in sign of her shortening patience. Both she and Rhodri had managed to pay the weavers of the Weyr a visit and, while they hadn’t had much left to spare due to their last minute arrival, they had been very kind to provide both northerner candidates with decent enough garments for tonight’s feast.

Nayza had managed to borrow a knee length sandy honey colored dress with simple straps to wear; the upper part tailored to be tightly snug against her form while the skirt was in a loose and wavy fashion, sprinkled with some form of shining glitters to give it a more festive look. To protect her from the cold (thankfully South winters were nothing compared to those of the North) a simple yet elegant enough white coat was draped over her currently, a nice match to the white sandals on her feet. While it would not be as glamorous as some of the riders of the weyr and other inhabitants it was good enough in her opinion, considering their lack of preparation.

"We’re going to be late!"

She was getting more impatient by the minute now, the fifteen turn old stomping the ground with her foot as she called out for her childhood friend once more; the action managing to unbuckle some of the loose curled strands of hair she had tied up into a semi decent high bun. Fortunately enough it served to further enhance the look, rather than ruin it, though all beauty could be missed for the time being as she glared daggers at the wing of the barracks where the boys lived together.

”Rhodri!”

Unbelievable, she was the woman and she had managed to finish bathing and preparing before Rhodri.