Golden Praise (tag: Enlightened Sky Weyrlings)

[hbk]

Suynie smoothed her hands down over the sheer black dress that hugged the compact curves of her willowy form. She was still smiling, she knew, her mind replaying the perfectly perfect gold dragonet that Rhiannoth and Zorometh had created. Truly the bronze and gold made a fine breeding pair. Kiiroth had been even more elegant than Rhiannoth when she'd hatched, aside from the slight accident with Nayzarette. Suynie did hope that the sweet Candidate wasn't too horribly injured from Kiiroth's fall.

Usually Suynie would have waited for D'seus to make a public appearance, especially to something as important as the Hatching Feast, but tonight she could not wait to get to the Hatching Cavern where the new Weyrlings would be publicly announced to the Weyr. Besides that, the goldrider was sure that the bronze father would be with his son, H'nuk, who had impressed to the last egg to hatch- a bronze named Imoth.

Passing by Rhiannoth, who lay happily in her weyrcouch, content to rest after a month of diligence on the Hatching Sands, Suynie took the stairs quickly, her long black dress swishing as she moved, the high split in the side of the skirt revealing her legs as she went. The only jewelry that Suynie wore to compliment the black strapless dress was a golden necklace and a golden cuff bracelet on her left wrist.

Stepping into the warm atmosphere of the Dining Hall, Suynie admired the festive decorations, the tapestries and table linen that had been put out, as well as the harpers who were already in full swing in their corner.

"Congratulations, Junior Weyrwoman."

"Congratulations, ma'am."

"Well done, milady."

The congratulations came in a swirl as she passed through the crowd, nodding and smiling politely as she went.

K'vett straightened his collar as he headed down towards the Dining Hall. He wasn't sure how he was going to be able to handle two sets of Weyrlings with the current Weyrlingmaster missing in action, but he could at least see them through their first night as Weyrlings until the Weyrleadership figured out that dilemma. There was cerainly a lot of excitement from this Hatching and K'vett new from being around the Fierce Fire Weyrlings earlier that they were excited to have friends and family joining them as Weyrlings.

Please speak to the Weyrlings and let them know that we'll be lining up outside of the Dining Hall. They'll line up in rank, Kiiroth first, then Maximuth, Imhoth, and so on and so forth.

Kavanth, who really enjoyed working with Weyrlings and was already forming attachments with Issarith's group, happily relayed the message to the Enlightened Sky Weyrlings, Young ones, please have your riders report to the Dining Hall once you've been fed.

The hatchlings, in between the Hatching and the celebration, had been fed, oiled, and fed once more before being tucked into their new weyrcouches by their new riders. Like most 'baby' creatures the dragonets would sleep soundly until morning when they would be ravenous once more.


OOC: Let's see all those new Weyrlings out to celebrate! Everyone else, of course, is expected and welcome! Please come dance, mingle, and most importantly, drink, to your heart's content!

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

H’nuk of Imhoth
Enlightened Sky Bronze Weyrling

While before he had come to Issarith’s feast as a guest, and to congratulate T’ran in his impression, now H’nuk found himself there not only to also congratulate Bahari and Tschermak; but as part of the festivity as well. He had impressed,finally, to the last egg to hatch: his magnificent and perfect bronze Imhoth. And what a fine bronze he was, probably even darker than the Weyrleader’s Tseravith himself; not a hint of those sissy golden shades found in so many of the other bronzes of the weyr. A true bronze; a strong and perfect bronze; his Imhoth was perfect and they would soon start proving to the Weyr and all of Pern what a magnificent pair the two would be.

Have patience, my H’nuk. First I must grow big and strong.
[I know; but I can wait for that. I already waited thirteen turns to finally meet you, what’s a couple more to achieve our perfection and take our rightful place as rulers of this Weyr?]

In his couch, with a fresh coat of oil making his hide glimmer even strongly than natural, the bronze let out a mental chuckle of amusement at his bonded; patiently waiting as H’nuk carefully fed him the last pieces of meat in the bucket. Once or twice the blond reminded his new dragonet to chew, but for the most part Imhoth was so perfect and well mannered that the reminder was almost totally unneeded.

I am full now, and I need my rest. You go have fun with the rest; we must meet soon these friends you keep thinking about.
[You will be amazed; so far not one from the Brat Pack has impressed anything lower than a brown.]

Another mental chuckle, before the young dragonet crooned in delight as H’nuk scratched him along his eyeridges, both freshly bonded pair relishing the feeling of their newfound connection, before H’nuk finally parted was for the night with Imhoth. Heading to the bathing chambers he had soon readied himself: once more with black formal pants and shoes, freshly polished, with a dark scarlet dressing shirt and a bronze tie to match the appearance. Preening before the mirror it wasn’t until his appearance was absolutely perfect that one of the youngest Weyrlings of this batch finally made his way towards the Feast Hall.

To his delight he found himself being one of the first to arrive from his group, further enhancing the smug grin on his features for a few seconds before the Brat Pack leader moved around. Finding the Assistant Weyrlingmaster he soon reached the Bluerider and followed the instructions given as he took his place in the line-up; often checking around for a glimpse of both Bahari and Tschermak.

[Yuu Kanduet]

B'hari

There was a commotion as Look-See insisted on crawling all over his large Bronze brother in curious excitement as B'hari attempted to pry the flitter off his sleepy dragon. Maximuth was being immensely patient with the little lizard and had even greeted the small thing when B'hari allowed a strong wash of affection for Look-See wash through their new bond.

Look-See was finally coaxed from Maximuth's face with the promise of meat and treats at the Hatching feast if he behaved. Now that the flitter was finally off his dragon and clinging to B'hari's dress clothes with his sharp little claws, B'hari had a chance to reach out and properly caress Maximuth's face. The two were totally different in personality, but that sort of balanced them somehow. B'hari marveled at the fact that he was probably the only person to get into two fights with his dragon within a hours of Impressing. He had never felt so happy.

Maximuth for his part, was gazing up at B'hari as the boys hands rubbed and massaged his face and head with such a serious expression that B'hari felt the need to ask him about it.

You are expected outside the Dining Hall. Yet, I wish for you to remain by my side.

B'hari sighed with exasperated fondness.

"Go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."

The Bronze laid his head down watching B'hari the while with a frighteningly intensive stare. Although they were bound by mind and soul, there was still much to be discovered about the other. Until then, B'hari and Maximuth would be walking protective circles around the other while slowly branching out. There was ambition in both of them, and with each other to balance and perfect the other's technique, nothing could stand in their way. When B'hari finally left the weyrling barracks, Maximuth had closed his eyes in preparation for slumber.

It took no time at all for B'hari to reach the Weyhall, and he searched out the Assistant Weyrlingmaster. Instead he spotted H'nuk first, and wandered over to his side. Once he was close enough to his friend, B'hari spotted the man he had been looking for.

"I guess we'll have to start using our new names now. No more code names. Such a shame."

B'hari had a way of grinning that got people who didn't know him on edge. With lips curled back and showing teeth, B'hari was almost snarling. It was a fine line, but he managed to pull it off almost creepily.

"Congrats again on Impressing. I had no doubt you would Impress a Bronze, but what do you think of my Maximuth? I was surprised, pleasantly."

[wolflover1458]

There could be no doubt that Therion had been beside herself for the whole of the day following her Impression. A large part of this pleasure was simply the euphoria that the feeling of Impression had wrapped around her, but even if that had not occurred, she would have been happy nonetheless. Not strictly because she had Impressed, of course, or even because she had specifically Impressed Kiiroth (which that euphoria she felt was making her feel), but simply that she had finally Impressed to a Gold. Of course, there was nothing in the world that could have made her think of Impression and think of the color of her dragon more than the actual dragon herself. If Kiiroth had been a Green, it was quite likely that, for the first few hours, at least, Therion would have been as happy as she was now.

Though first few hours of almost crazed happiness had begun to fade now, and she was left with the smug satisfaction that she had finally achieved her goal. Elynth was nothing, nothing compared to Kiiroth. No Gold was. Others would no doubt argue that the larger a Gold was, the better. But they would be wrong. Dead wrong. Size was nothing compared to the dragon herself, and Therion already knew that Kiiroth was a better Gold than any of the others could hope to be. Sakorai might run the Weyr now, but she couldn't do so forever, and when she stepped down, Therion would be there to take over. She may have only just Impressed, but she was already looking forward to the power her new rank would bring her, and what she intended to do about making herself Senior Weyrwoman someday. It would happen, of course. It had to. Staying a Junior Weyrwoman her whole life would be unacceptable. She may have had to wait to Impress to Kiiroth, but she had known all along that it would happen, which meant she shouldn't have to wait to prove she was ready to run the Weyr as well. She'd been ready for this before she'd ever Impressed; she had simply needed Kiiroth so everyone would listen to her.

And she knew that she needed Kiiroth. No one could have ever hoped to convince her otherwise. All the power she could ever hope to have was springing from that dragon, and Therion understood that. She was not displeased with that either, for she had no real wish to try and do anything without Kiiroth. To her, it was simply a fact: Kiiroth gave her the authority she wanted. They were now together forever. Therion would care for Kiiroth and run the Weyr. She knew for certain that she could handle doing both, and Kiiroth was there to fill in for any doubt she might have.

She had already fed the dragon, and now only had to comfort her until she finally slept for the first time since breaking free of her egg. The Gold had spent some time examining the room she was to sleep in before finally settling down, happy merely to sit and let Therion keep her company. A feeling of tiredness had already gripped the dragon, and Therion could feel it wearing down on her as well.

Therion smiled at the creature who had given her everything she had ever dreamed of, and stroked her lightly. "Rest," she told the dragon softly. "We'll have a lot to do soon enough. For now, though, you need to grow."

Kiiroth glanced up at her Bonded. Do not worry, my dear Therion. We may lead the Weyr some day, but you still have time to enjoy yourself now. Do not try to control everything quite yet.

The dragon likely understood that Therion enjoyed herself most when was controlling in some fashion; this was her way of expressing that Therion ought to try and enjoy something else before she ended up doing nothing else. "Don't worry," Therion told the dragon, scratching her affectionately. "I only plan to enjoy myself this evening. They're practically throwing this whole feast for the two of us, after all." There were other dragons in the clutch, of course, but none could hope to come near to being as special as Kiiroth. There had been two Bronzes, perhaps, but both had Impressed to mere boys. Certainly not anyone Therion needed to associate herself with. When they grew up, maybe, but both were still boys now, and all boys were immature. Even some of the grown ones were.

No, this celebration was for her. Oh, they might try to say otherwise just to make the others feel better about it, but there was no fooling Therion. Everyone was happy and excited for a new and healthy Gold. Even the Bronzes were old news. There were plenty of those in the Weyr; two more was hardly anything special. But a Gold... that was a wonderful thing. Refuge had four now. Therion might not seem like she would be the best of them all yet, but she already knew she would be. The date of Impression didn't have the slightest bit of an affect on her. Perhaps she had Impressed after Marlaey, but that didn't make that silly girl better suited for it than Therion. She just hoped no one tried to look at it in that way. She would hate to have to expend her energies pointing out that they were quite wrong.

Kiiroth had fallen asleep now. Therion smiled at the dragon once more before rising and turning to leave, only looking back once to make sure that the dragon was quite safe. Kiiroth had sleep to catch up on, and Therion had a celebration in her honor to attend. She was already looking forward to all of the attention that she would receive. Her only real concern was that they might try to send her off early. New Weyrlings were generally exhausted from the day and more ready to sleep with their dragons than celebrate their success. Therion didn't feel this way in the least, however.

She knew that, upon her arrival, she was to stand in line with the other new Weyrlings. As the most prominent of them all she would, of course, be in the front, which was only proper. Therion smiled to herself as she walked in. Some of the other Weyrlings were already gathered. If she had bothered to pay attention as a Candidate, she would probably have known who some of them were, but it honestly didn't matter much to her.

The two children who had Impressed the Bronzes (don't even ask her how something like that had happened) were already there. She glanced at them both with some disdain before taking her place in front of both of them. It figured that she had finally Impressed to a Gold, but there wasn't a single Bronze Weyrling in her class that she could look forward to getting to know. The other Goldriders had probably gotten the chance to get to know some of the Bronzers from their own dragon's clutch before they graduated, and Therion wasn't even going to get that chance. Dragons just messed up in their decision-making in the weirdest ways sometimes. It was quite a mystery to her.

Perhaps every other dragon in Rhiannoth's clutch had somehow managed to choose the wrong person; it didn't matter to her. Kiiroth had chosen correctly, and that was all that mattered.

[HG]

The man was on time for this at the very least! He had felt awful leaving Suynie to fend for herself at the beginning of the Hatching. In fact he planned on getting to the Hall as quickly as possible but he stopped himself. He should see if his son was there. D’seus would enter straight away if H’nuk had not arrived yet, but the Weyrsecond found that his son was one of the first Weyrlings to arrive and get in line.

So without pausing for a second, he walked over to his son, a broad smile on his face, “H’nuk, Congratulations.” He did not hug the boy but held out a hand to shake. “I’m so proud of you.” The Bronzerider added. Hoping the boy would not take that to mean he would not have been proud had he impressed a green. D’seus was the first rider in his entire family. He would have been happy if the boy impressed at all. Bronze was just the icing on the cake.

After his quick congrats to his son, he walked into the already packed Weyrhall. D’seus arrived shortly after Suynie receiving many compliments for Zorometh, who for his part really didn’t need them. His ego was already inflated enough. The two largest clutches the Weyr had seen in recent Turns were sired by him. It was an accomplishment really. Zorometh did not claim he alone was responsible. D’seus himself was rather prideful tonight too. His son had impressed a Bronze dragon and at such a young age. There would be time for them to prepare him for a Wing and to prepare him for future leadership positions. He would still take time to help T’ran with these things too.

Maybe he should set up a time to meet them every sevenday. He was a good father to the pair of them despite being an almost typical rider-father. The only time he could give them was time he didn’t have something else planned. They might not be put before his work, his dragon or his Weyrwoman but they were certainly not the last things on his list.

Finally catching up to the Junior Weyrwoman he came from behind her and bent close to her ear to whisper, “Congratulations to you and Rhiannoth. I hope you are enjoying the evening thus far.” Her hair smelled divine, he thought as brought his mouth further away from her ear. His left arm, slipped casually around her slight waist. Dresses were evil contraptions, created so that men could be teased for an entire evening without the promise of even seeing the garment off of the woman wearing it. Perhaps he was in so good a mood that he was easily seduced?

No guard was up tonight. He couldn’t remember a happier occasion in recent Turns. His son was a Bronzerider. And not just any Bronzerider, he rode his own dragon’s son. It was destiny. Never mind that Kiiroth had chosen a very difficult rider, whom he was sure would make a fine Weyrwoman. The only things that seemed to matter to him at that moment, was that his son was a Bronzerider and that he really wanted to see Suynie in her chambers without that dress on.

She was happy, she told herself as her mother set her dress on the bed for the Feast. It was the same one she had worn previously but it was not like anyone would notice except Kreallie. Or so she thought, until she tried to slip the thing on. Seirsha had been growing in more ways than one for the last few months and unfortunately this growth had decided to kick in her female hormones. She was not a little girl anymore. Her body was on the verge of womanhood and it was beginning to show it to the world. Her mother came in irritated. “You said you tried it on yesterday.”

“I was busy.” She said, as her mother let out some of the seams at the top of the dress. Being a girl was the worst, sometimes. Jinx flew into the room, using his usual stopping technique of flying into something that was hard or big, this time it was her dresser. Sliding to the ground the brown fluttered up to his owner’s lap where she now sat on the bed. Her mother had already explained about womanhood but surely things were not going to be as bad as she imagined. Why should any of her friends treat her differently?

“Fixed and from now on, Seirsha, make sure you try things on. It’s a tad bit short for you now as it is.” Her mother shook her head and went to prepare some of the other children for the evening. Crooning to her, the brown flit moved to her shoulder. The blonde stood up and combed out her hair. She was going to leave it down for once. Whenever she went out it was up. Today she really wanted something to feel comforted by, something she could maybe hide behind a little. Her straight hair reached past her mid-back so it made quite the security blanket at times like this. The boys wouldn’t notice anything different. She could congratulate them and have fun, just like always. Not that there would be times like this ever again. Not only was she changing but they were changing. They were moving on to bigger and better things and she was being left behind once again; alone.

Her family was still getting ready so she went ahead of them to the Dining Hall. She was sure the Hall would be decorated to the nines again. The smell of good food wafting in the air and the warming up of instruments heard behind the chatter of the many people gathered. She could easily slip into the Dining Hall before anyone noticed but instead she peered around the corner where the Weyrlings were preparing to enter.

Catching a quick glimpse of H’nuk and B’hari, she smiled and waved, then left to go and enter the Dining Hall at the appropriate place. Hopefully T’mak wasn’t too far behind the other two. As for Therion, she didn’t really know her other than what she had heard of her. Heresay might be a bit exaggerated but she wasn’t sure how much of what she heard was untrue as all accounts seemed to be pretty much the same of the young woman. The general consensus was that Therion was a self-absorbed bitch. She knew another person like that and for the most part hated her so she very much doubted she would ever get along well with someone like Therion. She could tolerate the fact the woman had power over her from now until she died but it was unlikely she would go out of her way to befriend someone like her.

Faranth, couldn’t they get this evening over with. Pretending to be happy when she was crushed was harder than she thought. She wanted to go home, curl up in her bed and pretend nothing in her life had changed.

[Lady Smara]

Rusath had spent his time after being fed, cleaned and oiled watching his bonded watch him. It looked almost as if the two were having a staring contest for the past candle mark and it seemed Rusath was going to be the first to break it as he closed his eyes with a large yawn. Opening his eyes again, he found his bonded with a smile on his face once more.

Why is everyone leaving their’s to sleep alone?
“There is a hatching feast to celebrate the new Weyrlings.”
Then should we dragons be attending?
“Naw, you guys stay here and sleep. You’re tired and there isn’t room for dragon’s in the WeyrHall even if you’re so small.”

At that, Rusath snorted, watching his rider intently again as the boy continued to lay on his stomach on the bed next to his stone couch. The boy had his face propped up with hands and elbows and his feet kicked into the air behind him.

I am not small.

Tschermak couldn’t help but smile at the simple statement, but he didn’t speak back to his dragon and just smiled at the red-brown. He wasn’t confident in the whole mind voice, but he didn’t really care if anyone heard him talking to his dragon. That’s what he was suppose to be doing, after all.

If our chosen are to attend this ‘hatching feast’, why are you still here?
“Eh. I’m not too important, I don’t think they would miss me. Besides, I don’t want to leave you.”

Again the dragon snorted as he rested his head on his foreclaws. I do believe people would miss you, T’mak. You are mine now. Are you saying they would not miss me?

At that T’mak sat up quickly a look of shock and horror on his face that his dragon might have even considered the fact that he was unimportant just because his rider was a nobody. “Oh no, Rusath! Not at all! How could someone not miss you?! You’re very important! You’re a brown, Rusath! You have more stamina than any blue or green and you’re more agile than a bronze! Browns are known for their strength and you will be too Rusath!”

If T’mak didn’t know any better he’d thought he’d just gotten the feeling that his red-brown hatchling were smirking at him from the stone couch he laid upon. Rolling onto his side, he continued to look at T’mak.

Then, since I cannot go to this hatching feast, you will go for me. Because the other’s go for theirs and I should not be left out.

Clearly defeated in the argument, he looked around at the already nearly empty barracks and shrunk down a little. “I haven’t any nice clothes…”

Neither do I. I don’t see how that makes a difference. You are still mine, no matter how you look. Wash and oil your hide and you’ll look just fine.

T’mak rolled off the bunk and made his way to the wash rooms quickly, though he neglected to grab a bottle of oil, thinking that might be better for a dragon than his rider. Washing his face and hands quickly, he looked into a looking glass before trying to pull his hair into something a bit more presentable. When he finally gave up, he walked back out and opened his trunk where he had a few extra shirts.

The cleanest one he found still had a patch on the left hand side and was too big for him, going down to his thighs and looking almost like a short dress would on a girl. Even so, he bit his lip against the embarrassment and pulled it on to replace the one he had gotten covered in Oil and Blood tending to Rusath.

Stepping before his dragon, he spread his arms and let Rusath take a look at him. The dragon had him turn around and even snorted into the boys hair messing it up further before he decided that the boy would suitably represent him. Hugging Rusath around his neck, he took off running, hoping he wouldn’t be late.

Coming upon the group that was gathering to line up, he stepped up behind Therion and the two Weyrbrats that were now the newest bronze rider’s in the Weyr. Glancing over his shoulder, T’mak suddenly felt small… Not to be just behind the two members of the Brat Pack as usual, but under the realization that somehow Rusath had chosen him over all of the other candidates… The eighteen other candidates made weyrlings lined up behind him that went to the smaller dragons.

Needless to say, the idea that he was the rider of a dragon that could very well someday hold some rank in the Weyr… it left the smallest boy there fiddling with the patch on his clean shirt.

[Yuu Kanduet]

Things were still warming up in the Weyrhall, and the festivities had yet to truly begin. There weren't many people there just yet, and the newly Impressed additions to the weyrlings ranks had yet to be paraded in. The mood in the Weyr was happy and excited, even more so with the knowledge that the Hatching had been blessed with a good sign. People would expect much of this group of weyrlings.

J'zen remembered his Hatching. A Green had been the first out of her egg, and the people of the Weyr had heralded it as a bad omen. In fact J'zen's Tyreth had come before the first Bronze as well. Than again, it made sense. His suave Blue was far too perfect to share the Sands with some hulking beast. Tyreth made a pleased note in the back of J'zen's head for the compliment.

Striding around the room in his finery, J'zen greeted those he knew. He managed to obtain a wine glass from a server who made her away around the room with head bowed and eyes on the floor. The wine was warm and there was the faintest hint of spice added to the already strong flavor. It was perfect, and J'zen sipped it slowly as his hawkish eyes roved the room for someone to attach himself to for a few hours.

It was a rare thing when D'isk was on time for anything, so when he found himself in the Weyrhall before people had clustered off into their impenetrable groups of socialization, D'isk bounded happily over to one of the solitary figures that caught his eye.

J'zen always cut an impressive figure in his fancy finery and sharp looks of disdain, but D'isk knew he was actually pretty friendly once you got past his apathy.

"I heard a new joke. Wanna hear it?"

The look J'zen sent him bordered panic if his pinched and pained expression was anything to go by. However the Bluerider never actually said no.

"Have you heard about the new striped pill- pillows? The- they're-"

There was an absurd amount of breathless chuckles, and D'isk leaned against J'zen as he attempted to compose himself enough to finish. When he stopped breathing from laughing so hard, J'zen made a noise of amusement.

"My dear D'isk, this joke surely is not worth your life. How about you write it down, and I will read it later."

[HG]

At every occasion Vaylee had a new garment. Her old ones she often gave to those less fortunate than herself. Her foster mother was a weaver and thus gave Vaylee’s gowns precedence over any other garments she might be making. Tonight she was wearing a deep purple gown, with a matching ring and necklace. Gold bangles on her wrists, the dress had a tight bodice, with a sweet heart neckline. Sleevless the dress flowed out slightly from her waist and ended just above her ankles. She had taken the time to be sure her hair was in place without a lock out of the pearled, silver net holding it back.

She arrived around the time the place began to get busy. Blending in with the glamorous and classy décor, Vaylee made her way to the wine as per her usual. Better to get at least a glass or two in before she started dancing with anyone. Because once that happened she would not be getting a chance to have a drink for quite some time. Vanity was one of her faults, as egregious as some might think, she just thought of it as being the truth. She was beautiful. Everyone knew that, so to say she would find a partner or a few before the evening was out was simply her being honest.

Yes, she would have no problem finding a few good men tonight. At least one of them might be interested in having a little more fun than simply dancing. Sipping on the white wine that had found its way into her hand, she surveyed the people around the room. A smirk came to her lips as she saw D’seus sidling up to the Junior Weyrwoman. They were getting a bit closer weren’t they?

She was surprised to see J’zen with D’isk. Were they together, together? She wondered about it for a moment then figured that would be something to talk to the rumor mill about later. The greenrider was known to spread her share of gossip about people. The Lower Caverns women would gobble this shit up too. With that and the bit about D’seus’ attention on the Junior Weyrwoman she was going to have a good morning tomorrow. He was being so transparent though it was hardly a rumor but more something to talk to people about. I guess it was good for Suynie but she knew a few women who would be disappointed.

While she was on the subject of sexy Bronzeriders… the blonde looked for one that might be available. She had a thing for Bronzers which honestly was almost a hobby. They were generally the best lovers around and she doubted any men at the Weyr were going to attract her more because she liked a man who had power over her and would take time out of being in charge to love her. It gave her that power momentarily.

Not that she had anything against other riders but if she had a choice, Bronze. Any rider though was more than enough to sate her needs for the evening. A good dancer would be a nice touch. There was nothing worse than having new shoes ruined from one night of dancing with someone who didn’t know the difference between her feet and the floor. The hunt was on.

[Inadua]

Arriving to the Weyrhall with a certain, energetic zip in his step, the Bluerider didn't let that undermine the cool, collected confidence that he moved with. The well-tailored, stark white suit that he donned stood out amoungst a room full of darker ones, and was in contrast to the dark nature of his overall complexion. Through the stylized black layers of hair swept neatly across his forehead, it was also apparent that he wore earrings -a dangling set of silvery dragon wings.
The rider's nearly black eyes were animated as they swept the room for long enough to gage the company he'd find himself in at an hour this early. Spying the Golden Lady of honour, she would be his first visit.
J'ngi presented himself before D'seus and the Junior Weyrwoman with a sweeping bow and a smile that was typical, yet belied his truly mischivous nature. "D'seus!"
And then regarding Suynie, directed his words to the goldrider, "And the lady of honour who is most deserving of a night spent in celebration, you have my congratulations. I look forward to more, perfect hatchings like the one we saw today."

After a polite visit with the two, J'ngi made a neat little beeline across a floor that was gradually becoming more crowded. Stopping at the wine table, J'ngi took up his first glass for the evening -a rice wine. In a passing sideglance, he took in the sight of the comely Greenrider who'd unwittingly joined him there. As he turned quietly from the table with tall glass in one hand, the other slipping nonchalantly into a pocket, the bluerider was sly in following her gaze across the room.
That made him rock back on his heels momentarily; An almost imperceptible smirk, accompanied by the quirk of a brow marked his amusent. Was she eyeing his brother?

J'ngi wasn't about to get in her way then, if that's what she wanted. T'shiro needed to get laid more anyway.

J'ngi took a sip of his drink.






Like his brother, T'shiro came dressed in a fine, lightly pin-striped suit, tailored in glossy silver-gray threads. Though the Bronzerider walked with confidence, unlike his brother, there was no -zippy- in his step. The rider wore his suit well, and even buttoned up the front of it where only a flash of deep crimson vest worn beneath the jacket could be seen across the breast. Paired with white leather shoes squared off across a lifted toe, silver studded earrings, and a dragon's-head pendant hung on a chain around his neck, he'd thrown together a rather impressive ensemble.
If one looked a little closer however, T'shiro's general attitude didn't necessarily seem to fit the whole visage of prince charming.

The rider paused at the threshold for a moment, walking fingers down the length of razor-cut bangs that cut across the left side of his face, making sure their direction covered what he considered to be an unatractive scar. Well, ...he'd also stopped to cast his dark gaze across the room, but easily spotted his Winglead and Goldrider Suynie whom he planned to visit first.
His step took him in that direction.

As he approached the two, the Bronzerider thought that they paired well together, standing in each other's company -both in appearances and personality he was sure.
A curt bow from the waist was given as he greeted the them.
"Junior Weyrwoman. Winglead..." Even as he tried to be a little formal, the words wore awkwardly on his tongue.
In that briefest moment of quiet that followed -as if he expected himself to say more just then- his lips curled into a bit of a rueful grin.
"Well done today. Every day. But expecially today."

Not once did he feel that it'd been lost on him, but ever since his promotion to Wingsecond, and his working more closely with D'seus, T'shiro felt he'd garnered a deeper respect for the man.
Maybe he wasn't too adept at expressing it, but...he could work on that. For now, they'd just have to be accepting of the few words he had.

T'shiro didn't want to monopolize their time longer than necessary, "I shouldn't steal anymore of your time. Others are sure to want to congratulate you. Both of you enjoy your evening. I hope to get to sit to visit with you at length another time."


As T'shiro left them, he recognized a few faces from Shadow Wing making their way in the door. He moved to greet them affably, "Yo!"

[hbk]

Suynie smiled, instinctively leaning into D'seus as he spoke in her ear. He certainly was in a good mood, the Junior Weyrwoman surmised, and hopefully the celebrations between the two of the would continue even back to her weyr.

"Congratulations to you as well, D'seus. Rhiannoth and I couldn't have asked for a better pair for our first clutch." Suynie honestly hoped that Rhiannoth would repeat her decision the next time she flew and pick Zorometh once again. Not only had they created an incredible clutch between the two of them, but Suynie liked having an "excuse" to be with D'seus. She wasn't sure if he would have noticed her otherwise.

As a hush began to fall over the crowd, Suynie slipped her hand into D'seus's as they moved towards the Head Table.

Doing a quick head count, K'vett flashed a quick smile at the group, "Allright then! Now that you are all here we may begin!" Turning, the Assistant Weyrlingmaster led the way, Therion just behind him as they entered the Dining Cavern. The hall was silent as they entered, all eyes watching and waiting for the traditional announcement.

"Refuge Weyr, may I present to you the Enlightened Sky Weyrlings!" A cheer went up with a smattering of applause following it. When things died down, K'vett began with the first in line, "I present to you, Therion, Rider of Gold Kiiroth, B'hari of Bronze Maximuth, H'nuk of Bronze Imhoth, T'mak of Brown Rusath," he continued down the line of twenty-four, the new Weyrlings filing out into the crowd as they were announced, "and Tishu, Rider of Green Dynasth!"

After announcing all of the Weyrlings, K'vett gratefully slid back into the crowd. Having to remember all of the new elided names, plus their matching dragons, had been quite a mouthful, and he'd only needed Kavanth's aid a couple of times.

Now that his "duties" were over for the moment, K'vett turned and began looking for D'isk. After all, he believed that the greenrider owed him a dance!

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

H’nuk of Imhoth
Enlightened Sky Bronze Weyrling

Getting used to all the elide names would be hard; it was only recently H’nuk had finally gotten use to Thoran now being T’ran – not to mention it would take him a while to get used to his own shortened name. Now he also had B’hari and T’mak to remember as well. For all he cared so long as he was among the Brat he’d much prefer their name codes to keep the same familiarity and feeling of the past turns.

”Well I don’t think they’ll like us using codenames around; but so long as it’s just among us I don’t see why not. Besides, I could never stop calling you Silver Tongue; or Momma Hen.”

A sly and playful smirk lined his features as the boy winked to the smaller lad besides him; not at all phased by the snarl like smile on the other ‘brat’s face – he’d known B’hari for around half of his life now, enough to know it was actually a grin and not a weird thing or something like others would probably perceive it. B’hari could always be quite the amusing lad sometimes, his expressions could reach the priceless level with such ease it was amusing.

”Well of course I’d impress a bronze, nothing less would do it for me. I’m glad it’s from Zoro’s brood as well.” There was an extra hint of pride at that fact; knowing he rode the son of his father’s bronze just made Imhoth that much special – though the bronze was already magnificently special on its own without the aid of that small bonus. ”And boy, B’hari, your Maximuth really surprised me. He seems very strong and sturdy as well; can’t wait to see how much friendly competition we’ll give one another in Weyrlinghood.”

Always the competitive lad that he was, H’nuk was already sizing his friend up with the comment; that mischievous glimmer of competition in his eyes. Yes, with B’hari and T’ran in the Weyrling Barracks Weyrlinghood promised to be exiting. And T’mak too, the lad had impressed a fine brown just like T’ran; already the newest addition to the bronzerider would be sizing both boys up for future prospects to wingseconds. While H’nuk was sure he’d forever love to have T’ran be his Wingsecond always he wasn’t about to overlook B’hari and T’mak. Both boys were worthy adversaries indeed, after all, he’d be insulting them if he thought less of them.

It was then that the newest Queenrider made her appearance, striding to the front of the line with barely a glance towards the two newest Bronzeriders behind her; but it was the disdain in that barely graze of a glance that simply rubbed H’nuk the wrong way; not that it was really needed. He didn’t really cared much for Golds and their riders as it was, and Therion had been quite the insufferable bitch ever since her arrival into candidacy a couple of turns ago into Refuge Weyr. The fact a gold picked her to be her rider just further proved H’nuk’s view on those female dragons: they were all incredibly stupid.

”Hey, check it out B’hari. Seems the new Junior Weyrwoman thinks she’s better than us Bronzeriders just because she impressed a shiny and glorified egg producer.”

While the comment was low enough to avoid the ears of the Weyrlingmaster and his assistant around it was still high enough that it could reach Therion; the devilish smirk as he looked back at the older weyrling two paces besides him impossible to hide – not that he wanted to. He did compose himself as he caught sight of his father heading their way, he didn’t want to disappoint the man after all, and with a wide smile accepted his father’s congratulations to his impression – returning the handshake to his sire with as much strength and confidence in return as the small weyrbrat could muster; and boy was it a lot.

The moment was short, and just as quick as D’seus had come he’d soon left to meet up with Suynie; the action earning the faintest of disdainful snarls from the blond for a split of a second before he returned back his attention to B’hari and the teasing of Therion. He was sure his friend would be more than happy to partake in this act. By fortune he caught sight of Seirsha out of the corner of his eye as he did so, returning her wave with a thumbs up and a smirk. Part of him wished the girl was ehre with them, perhaps impressed to those silly golds instead of Therion herself. Unlike most girls and women in this Weyr Seirsha was the coolest in his book and much more fun t hang around with.

The gesture was also extended to T’mak as he arrived, only one of the other future Brownriders (impressed to Czareth) between them. The taunting and jabbing towards Therion would have to wait, unfortunately, for soon enough the new Weyrlings of Refuge were being introduced – the blond waiting patiently for his name and that of his Imhoth to be called before filing out as expected; always confident and secure of each step he took.

So what if he was young? It only meant he and Imhoth had even more time to become so awesome that they’d rock the Weyr to its very core.

And rock it they would indeed.

[Yuu Kanduet]

J'zen managed to calm D'isk's laughter enough that the Greenrider was silent during the announcement of the new weyrlings, something D'isk was grateful for. As he looked over the new and future riders, D'isk couldn't help notice how small they all looked. The two new Bronze weyrlings looked so young! They would not receive their rider's knots for many years.

As D'isk was paying attention to something else, J'zen extracted himself from the larger man's hold and disappeared into mulling throng with little more than a brief word of parting. This was usual of the other man, so D'isk thought nothing of his friends abrupt departure. It would be difficult to find someone else to talk to, but D'isk was sure that he would be alright.

Moving away from the table himself, D'isk moved around the room away from the dancefloor and close to the walls. His eyes ran over the room, but paused on the familiar face of the assistant weyrlingmaster. K'vett had promised him a dance, yet D'isk found himself faltering.

D'isk? Why are you waiting about? There is the man you have been thinking about for the past few days. Go talk to him silly.

D'isk acquired a pained expression.

Kalith, darling, these things are not my strong suit. Perhaps I am better not involving myself in such forward advances.

There was an unimpressed silence from his Green. Seriously, only Kalith could make silence sound disappointed.

He's known to be, to be well, flighty. Everyone says so.

There was more unimpressed silence, and D'isk began to figit.

Kalith, what if I do something stupid?

Finally there was a reply.

Greens are Flighty.

Unable to help himself, D'isk gave an almost painful laugh. Just as he was begging his dragon for advice, she decide to get punny on him. Her message was clear enough though. Kalith wanted him to go for it, and she was usually right. Steeling himself, D'isk made tentative movements towards the other rider while making a long mental list of reasons why this was a bad idea.

"Hello K'vett."

[wolflover1458]

To Therion, the wait to greet the rest of the Weyr was almost excruciatingly painful. She didn't want to wait for everyone to get to meet her. They all ought to know her already, of course, but then no one bothered getting to know the future Weyrwoman while she was still a Candidate, mostly because they all thought there was a chance that any girl there could have Impressed the Gold. Such a thought was absurd, of course. A thing like that could never happen. Therion had been the obvious choice, and so it was clear they all should have been getting to know her well before this. Still, this was her chance to finally be noticed by the Weyr, and she intended to milk it for all it was worth. She just hoped no one else tried to jump in to steal her limelight.

After taking her place, she had done her best to ignore the small boy she was forced to stand next too. It was almost rather embarrassing for her, a woman, to be seen standing next to a child. She'd always thought Bronzes were supposed to go for older boys, but for some reason the two from this clutch had not. And the problem with boys was that one small success inflated their egos to an extreme.

She was too wrapped up in her own success to immediately hear the remark H'nuk made, but when it did finally make its way across her brain, she took a moment to understand it and then smiled to himself. Thought himself all high and proper, did he? Well, Therion knew how to play that game. She had just begun to form her own remark back when D'seus came up to congratulate his son. No doubt that was just adding to his ego. Really not good for a child his age. She did, however, find time to hiss back at H'nuk right before K'vett began to send them forward.

"Yes," she replied, in a slightly louder tone than H'nuk had used, just to make sure he heard her. "And it looks as though the little boy thinks he's Weyrleader already because he Impressed a simple Bronze. Who, without my 'glorified egg producer' would be as special as a Blue."

It was quite true, in her mind, at least. Bronzes were revered because they were the mates of Queen dragons and ruled the Weyr with them, but it was the Gold who choose her mate and thus, who would share in that rule with her. Therion would hardly have expected a child to comprehend such politics, though. He would no doubt try to refute her remark. That was just what children did. As an adult, she ought to just ignore him, but she was never quite able to pass up a chance to correct someone, especially when they were so obviously wrong. Besides, he'd started it. And she would be the one to end it.

That little feud might have to wait a bit, though. She had a Weyr to let adore her. She quickly noticed a lot of praise being handed to Suynie, and frowned to herself. Sure, Rhiannoth had clutch Kiiroth, but Therion was the one who had risked herself on the sands proving she was worthy of the Gold. Leave that silly older Weyrwoman alone and come look at her. It was supposed to be her night anyways, not Suynie's. This was a feast to celebrate the newly Impressed, not the mother of them.

Just introductions, obviously. Therion hadn't been there before, anyways, and thus they had had no one else to congratulate but Suynie. Now she was here, however, and they were more than free to do the same to her. They better. She'd been looking forward to this since the dreaminess of her Impression had worn off. There was a lot of work to be done after this night, and so she intended to enjoy every bit of it while she could.

She just hoped no boys that thought they were men tried to squeeze into her limelight. Bronzes were hardly new news, after all.

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

Kaelitza
Dragonshield Member

To say that she was excited about attending a Feast was an understatement.

It was a joyous occasion once more, yet another healthy clutch had impressed and tonight was a night of celebration for it. She had missed the last Hatching Feast, havig been on patrol duty, but not this time.

Not this night.

Looking herself over the mirror for the tenth time Kaelitza made certain every piece of fabroc of her scarlet knee high dress was in perfect place, both the straps of the dress as well as the hems at the end of its skirt tinted in a shiny golden color. A simple bracelet of river pearls adorned her right wrist, with its matching earrings, and to finish the attire gold colored sandals. Though flats they were pretty intricate in design, adding a nice vibe to the whole ensemble she had chosen for tonight.

”Be a dear Kulah and watch the place... And you, you better not cause any problems while sleeping around here.”

The last part was directed to the massive and handsome jungle cat curled besides her Kulah, the sire of her first future litter Leeto. While she was less than pleased with the fact Kyrah owned the beast even Kaelitza was forced to admit there was indeed no better mate; her Kulah had chosen rather well. He was attentive, if not somewhat lazy, and constantly guarding her Kulah – and his size and physical state shone with health and strength. This litter had every promise of being marvelous, aside from being the first litter of jungle felines born in Refuge as well.

With a soft scratch behind the ears to her jaguar, listening to the content purr of her feline, Kaelitza hesitated for a moment before finally giving a small soft scratch to the head of Leeto as well before heading out the door.

She made it to the Feast just as the new Goldrider was presented, stealthy and silently making her way among the people already gathered there as she headed towards the table filled with various wines. Picking one of the red tinted quality she poured herself a glass before softly swirling the contents inside slowly, enjoying the aroma of the Southern made wine. Finally she took it to her lips, taking a small sip of the dark liquid before savoring the various flavors, alcohol and mix of spices in the beverage; enjoying every second of it all as it was deserving of good wine.

She would always love Southern wine more than that brought recently from the North; those were all simply too sweet for her taste.

[Yuu Kanduet]

B'hair

The sound of his code name and less than desirable nick-name had B'hari thinking back to all the many shenanigans that had brought those titles into existence. B'hari truly hoped that the assistant weyrlingmaster was prepared for some trouble, because B'hari was planning on causing his fair share of it. Already he was thinking of ways to have a bit of fun at the expense of his weyrmates. If Maximuth had been awake, the Bronze would have been chiding him.

"And I couldn't stop calling you Arrow."

Before B'hari even had a chance to add anything to that statement, H'nuk was off and bragging. B'hari wasn't surprised, and even welcomed the other boys challenging words. It made things normal for them. There had been a moment shortly after the Hatching when B'hari had been momentarily frightened that H'nuk would think of him as a threat or worse, an enemy. It was obviously a groundless fear.

"My Maximuth is perfect for me, just as I suspect the same can be said of your Imhoth. If it means anything to you Arrow, then I would like to say that I'm glad my dragon is brother to yours."

B'hari thought about adding something about his Bronze also being of D'seus's brood, but in truth, B'hari felt little for the man beside the fact that he was dear to H'nuk. The words would have been empty, and B'hari didn't lie to friends.

When H'nuk and Therion got in their little spat, B'hari couldn't hold his tongue.

"Therion, dear, don't get a big head. Weyrwomen are in charge of the staff, so you are little more than a head drudge who sits astride a 'glorified egg producer' that is coddled and flattered as a manner of keeping you docile."

Flashing another, more vicious grin than before, B'hari looked at Therion as if he found he particularly disdainful. One did not insult his friends without receiving an insult in turn. B'hari also had a way of timing his retorts so that they insulted could not immediately reply and would be forced to stew over his words. In this case, B'hari had delivered the insult as K'vett was introducing the group and quieting the crowd.