Begin at the Beginning [Weyrlings]

[Ise]

B'ren was still feeding Zeuth, the big bronze working on the raw meat slowly but eagerly. He looked up as his name was called and wiped his hands clean, the bronze pausing in his meal as well to stand at B'ren's side, his hide gleaming a dull red in the light.
"Well hello everyone. Half of you probably know me already. I'm B'ren and this is Zeuth," The bronze let out a low rumble of greeting. "I've lived at the weyr my whole life as well so it's nice to know I'll be able to help out here a little more. It's also very nice to see that so many nice young ladies Impressed tonight as well." He gave a devilish little grin to them and could feel a bit of Zeuth's disapproval in his mind. The bronze didn't care for the fact that B'ren was such a shameless flirt, even if all he did was flirt.
"Anyways, I'm sure we'll all have a good time getting to know one another a little better and learning a little more about the North from some of our fellow weyrling."

[franny]

Osarin fed Skadyth as they had been instructed. She alos tried to think things at her dragon, YOU ARE ONLY SUPPOSED TO EAT SMALL AMOUNTS AND CHEW WELL.

OW! That was way to loud mine. Simply think like you normally do, except think it like you were talking to me. And when would I be anything except a delicate eater? Skadyth asked as she gently chewed her pre-cut moresels chopped up by her Osaris.

Is this better? Osaris tried to think like she was speaking normally to Skadyth.

Much.

Osaris wondered when they would have to do the silly introduction thing. Was it needed that they tell everyone who they were?

[firethorne]

For the first time in her life, Phaerie was in love. The trader had never been like other girls, silly and airheaded and thinking only of finding the ‘perfect man’ to sweep her off her feet. No, she had desired a life of freedom to do as she pleased and to travel the lands as her own person. Who wanted to be owned like that, tied down to a male and never allowed to do as she liked? However, love and adoration coursed through her like thick heat in her blood, centered around one perfect, beautiful dragonet.

Not perfect, PhaerieMine, but indeed beautiful. Freyath laughed, tossing her head like a spirited runner. If there was one thing the trader had learned about her dainty green, it was that she held an extremely feisty and free-spirited soul. A perfect match to the girl herself.

Grinning, the trader rested a hand on her dragon’s neck as they approached the others who had already Impressed, gathered around whom she assumed to be the weyrling master. She had never met him, of course, but during the candidate lessons she had been forced to take, she had learned all about him. Phaerie paused and listened intently to the bronzerider’s words, wanting to do everything just right for her wonderful, amazing green. Nodding, the girl approached one of the buckets, Freyath prancing behind her with dignified, lively steps. Faranth, she was a livewire, that was certain. Phae loved it. Her green was a bit smaller than average for her color, and so the trader pursed her lips and stared at the first piece of meat she took out. Hmm, was that too big? Probably. Cutting it into two, the now-weyrling stared at her green with a perplexed expression upon her features.

“Err…do you know how to chew, Freya?” The girl asked, already using her new nickname for the green.

The hatchling almost looked offended. PhaeMine, of course I do not, but I doubt it can be all that difficult. Just picture yourself doing it so I may understand. Quirking a brow, the trader attempted to do just that, and after a moment of visualizing herself eating, Freyath snapped her neck forward like a serpent, effectively snatching the food out of her hand and chewed quickly. That is hardly difficult. The green said with a laugh, licking her jowls. And quite tasty too. More would be nice.

Grinning, Phaerie quickly complied, cutting up the meat for her smallish green. As she did, she attempted to listen to all of her fellow weyrlings speak, only half-heartedly concentrating on Nevar—oops, N’var. She really didn’t care what he had to say, but the others, oh, now the trader wanted to get to know them. Glancing over occasionally, the girl gasped to herself as she saw the gold’s frantic, dangerous movements, effectively stunned into silence when her best friend and buddy, Essa, Impressed to her. Essa…Essa was a queenrider now!

Oh, forgive me, should I have been a gold instead? Freyath asked, a slight bite to her voice.

The trader was about to reply aloud when she thought the better of it. Others were speaking, and the weyrling master would probably jump her if she interrupted. Besides, he had told them to practice mindspeak, so…Focusing her grey-blue eyes upon her dragonet, Phaerie attempted to speak to her mentally. It took her a few moments of experimenting with different strategies, but finally… Is this right? She asked again, and her green nodded. Nearly sighing with relief, the girl spoke again. Of course not, my love! You are the most amazing dragon ever born! But…I always knew that Essa was a strong person, she deserves a gold.

I know, PhaeMine. My sister made a mess, but she a beautiful female, is she not?

Phaerie nodded, waiting for Essa to approach so she could wave her buddy over to sit near her. As she did, she considered her green. It seemed her dragon was fond of females, but she had hardly said a word about the males, even that handsome bronze, Zeuth. It almost seemed as she didn’t like them, much like the trader herself. Ah, could they be any more perfect for each other?

((Koldyn to come later, since he was last to Impress))

[magic]

You're turn!

What? Q'tre said, confused, he was too engrossed in feeding the brown to take much notice of the others around him. He looked up and saw people starring and he blushed, “oh sorry, I'm Quintre, or was, now I'm Q'tre and this is Odinth. My father is the Lord Holder of Nerat Hold. I was the 6th son and decided to join the expedition. I am rather glad I did now” he grinned, caressing the brown.

I am too, I would not have had a rider if you had not come here. Odinth said with a slight chuckle in his voice. He was rather enjoying the food though. He smiled at the others, seeing who had impressed what. He still couldn't believe he was actually here and he had impressed a Brown.

Why should you have not impressed me? I knew who was best for me and that was you so stop wondering why you did and accept you have. Odinth tilted his head, eyes whirling, he wasn't sure that made sense, but eh didn't care. He nudged his rider's hand, wanting more food.

~~

Lyunne lead her delightful Morri towards the food, a hand gently on her new companions back. She fed her slowly, making sure she did not choke on the meat. She kept starring at her, unable to believe she had actually impressed such a wonderful dragon.

Yes, I am rather wonderful and mysterious. The green said, her voice was still strange to Lyunne, but it made the young woman beam with pride.

You are the most wonderful dragon I have ever seen. Lyunne said to her and the green's eyes whirled with pleasure. She dipped her head and returned to eating, she wasn't one to speak much, but she watched and she observed. She would gather all that was said and store it.

The girl stood by, watching the green. The hatching had been amazing, she had felt so honoured to be there, and now she was a part of the Weyr with her very own rider. It was just perfect. She listened to the others as they spoke, and waited for her turn to speak. She was content to just stand here, her dragon by her side.

HER DRAGON...she would never tire of that phrase..

[meadow]

Still shocked by Impressing, and deeply immersed in the new love and devotion for her Green, Synchella was gently stroking the eyeridges of her Cailleth the introductions began. She had been practicing speaking within her mind to Cailleth, but was still sending too much information. It was very hard to pay attention to the other Weyrlings, and she felt bad that she'd missed some...she was carefully breaking the meat into smaller chucks for her darling Green.

Thank you SynchellaMine Cailleth softly spoke into her mind.

Her dragon's voice was so soothing and loving. And her hide was so beautiful. Everything else she'd done in her short life seemed...insignificant. What could be more meaningful and perfect than feeding and caring for this wonderful being?

Not insignificant Syn. You helped people. Cailleth replied cheerfully, her eyes whirling a contented blue as she sat down, finished eating.

She looked sleepy. It was no wonder. It had been a big day for the Hatchling, Synchella thought. She'd just been born, have Impressed to her and eaten...she scratched the Green's eyeridges and tried to pay attention to the introductions, though she knew most of the Weyrlings already.

[Dragon]

H'nen considered who would go next. He turned to Phaerie. "Phaeie of green Freyath, your next." He looked over the other Weyrlings, easily marking off the Weyrlings that had already went as the speak. Another, more interesting, thought occured to him. He took out another small scrap of hide and wrote on it. Nodding to himself and hurrumphing.

[firethorne]

Absorbed as she was in watching Essa with her gold, the trader almost didn’t catch the weyrling master calling on her. Well, to be fair, she did miss it…completely…but Freyath saved her butt.

PhaerieMine, you have been called on. The green quickly supplied, and her rider turned her head so swiftly it seemed as if she had heard the man address her after all. No one would notice…thanks to her wonderful dragon.

Smiling, Phaerie ran a loving hand down Freya’s neck as she spoke. “It’s nice to meet you all! Well, like he said, I’m Phaerie, and I used to be a trader up North. I got caught eavesdropping on Lord Moody over there,” and she jerked her thumb towards the approaching Koldyn and his brown, “and he made me come with them on this expedition thing. And I’m glad he did, because now I have Freyath.” Smiling at her beautiful green, receiving a trill in reply to her words, the girl returned her attention to feeding the dragoness.

~~~~~

Slowly walking towards the gathered weyrlings, Koldyn kept glancing down at his brown as if to make sure all of this was real. The Igen honestly didn’t know what to think right now. His mind was filled with so many questions and uncertainties about the future, but they all seemed to flow away when he looked down into Poseideth’s eyes. He was perfect…amazing in every way, and the holder loved him more than he had ever loved anything in his life. Somehow, inside of him, the boy knew that this dragon was destined to be his, just as he was destined to belong to the brown, and they were meant to be together. And yet…what did this mean for his future? What would his father say?

Kid, you worry way too much. Right now, all you gotta do is feed me, because I’m starving. Or didn’t you get that yet? The brown mentally grinned, glancing up at his bonded slyly.

Nodding, the holder actually agreed with that. The best thing to do right now was just take care of Poseideth, and he could worry about everything else…later. Grabbing a bucket and sitting near Nevarre, Koldyn shared a sharp glance with the other holder, the meaning quite clear. ‘We have to talk later.’ The Igen would have congratulated the other boy, but the weyrling master was talking, and they all knew what that meant here. You shut up.

By the way, you have to stop calling yourself Koldyn. You need an honorific. His brown said, chewing happily on huge chunks of meat.

Oh right. Another part of him they wanted to take away.

[Dragon]

"Very good, Phaerie. Nicely done indeed." He called on a few other Weyrlings and then turned to K'dyn. "K'dyn of brown Poseideth, your up next." He motioned for the Brown Weyrling to begin.

[firethorne]

Glancing up towards the weyrling master, Koldyn barely stopped himself from glaring. As if he wanted to talk to all these…people. Every single one of them probably hated his innards, aside from Nevarre and Essa, anyway, so why should he even grace them with his voice?

Because…you don’t want latrine duty for your first full turn here? Poseideth asked rather bluntly, his voice holding a slight bite of sarcasm and humor.

Oh, well that was a good point.

Straightening slightly, the young holder cast his amber gaze about those gathered, clearly not impressed by what he saw. Even if those bronzes seemed intimidating, they couldn’t compare to his dragon.

I’m worth ten of them on a bad day.

Koldyn couldn’t help but grin. “To be redundant, I’m K’dyn of Poseideth, formerly Koldyn. I am the third son of Igen’s Lord Holder and formerly the co-leader of the Expedition to the South. My father wanted me to find the riders, which I suppose I did, yes? Though I do not think he planned on my joining their ranks. Like Nevarre…or rather, N’var, I suppose an Ambassador would be the best way to label me, though I’m certain you will all label me as you wish.” With that, the boy was done, and returned to feeding his brown. That should have given them something to think about.