Belated Hatching Feast

[Spirithawk]

The morning had been hectic for all and most of those invited to the Weyr had not been able to make it for the actual hatching. However, the Weyrwoman had sent word to make sure they were all there for the Hatching Feast that night. The cooks had been caught unprepared and had served a meagre lunch of cold cuts of roast wherry and rolls, which was fine since the heat was scorching. They were preparing as good a feast as they could with the low supplies left over from the hurricane and the small tithes that had arrived in thanks for the Dragonriders' help in cleaning up. This feast would deplete the weyr's stores but the food needed to be cooked anyway because it was spoiling fast in the Southern Heat, even in the deep caverns. The Weyr would just have to find another way to replenish its supplies.

Weyrwoman Christae had given orders for Rhia to let the dragonets and their new bondeds rest and sleep after the excitement of the hatching. The brownrider had taught them how to clean and oil them as they sleepily blinked and enjoyed the feeling of being clean. Most of them were already complaining that their hide was itching. Dragonets grew faster than you would believe. Now that dusk was falling and the unexpected guests, the Wher Handlers and their Whers, could safely come out of their accomodations.The guests were arriving and pretty soon, Rhia would wake her charges and bring them filing in in their Gather best to receive the congratulations from the honored guests and the Weyr.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

After changing into fresh clothing after sweating in his attire on the sands and tending wounds, Ragule made his way to the hall for the feast. Aware already that supplies were low, he did not intend to eat much. But having a chance to participate in the festivities and maybe get to know a few more people, Ragule was more than willing to attend.

Torc, after all the excited flittering around he'd done during the hatching, was crashed out on Ragule's shoulder, his brown head crammed down inside Ragule's collar. It looked rather awkward, but it was the exact same way the flitter had always slept on Ragule's shoulders... and the both of them were quite used to it.

Making his way into the hall, Ragule found himself a seat more or less near the middle of the hall where he was assured to end up with some companions to talk to. And there he settled, happy to be holding still for the moment ... it had been a long day and his joints were feeling it.

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Also arriving in the hall was R'anl. But he was silent as he had been since arriving at the Weyr, just watching. He hadn't really met anyone yet, and didn't seem to yet care... in time, he would. But for now he was just watching. Listening, seeing how people interacted, how they treated each other. He was learning a lot about Darkmoon, and all without really interacting much.

[korenth]

K'var never did go to sleep after the hatching for it was unusual for him to sleep in the middle of the day. Instead he just daydreamed of all the new adventures possible with a dragon at his side. When he finally snapped out of his daydreams he noticed a very strange site. His canine Kas and his Makaeth were asleep next to one another. It was strange because Kas has never trusted any animal.

Before he began changing he woke Makaeth and Kas so as to prepare them for the feast. Mine I itch, Makaeth said very irritated. He began to rub and oil Makaeth. I feel much better now. Thank you. So, K'var began to wash Kas who was greatly enjoying it. When he finally finished with them he began to change into his best attire which was sure to compare to everyone elses worst.

He began his walk to the kitchen with Kas at his heels. Makaeth decided to stay hidden for a little while. He finally managed to find where the feast was being held and took a seat a few spaces down from Ragule.

[catilena1890]

Relina smirked at the antics of the girl. She was filled with so much energy, Relina didn't know if she would be able to keep up her, but she would try. She looked to where the girl was pointing and saw the Impression of the bronze. "Yes, Impression is wonderful isn't it?" She said, marvelling at her dragons brother. She gasped lightly when Faine grabbed her arm and almost pushed her away *for she has received too many unpleasent touches to like being touched now* until the girls request erased her discomfort. For the first time, she gave a warm smile to the girl and put her hand on her dragon. "Of course." She replied. She looked to her dragon. Could you speak to her on your own? she mentally asked her dragon, for she did not know much about what a dragon can do and can't do.

I could talk to anyone I wished, but I choose not to speak to anyone but you and my fellow dragons. We only speak to others if it is absolutely needed. You tell her everything I say to her. Besides, from the memories of what the little one shows me from you, this will be good for you. You need to learn to communicate with others without having poison in your words. She stated haughtily while moving her head to look at Faine.

A pretty girl she is though. She shall be the first I talk to, but again, only if I want to. Relina chuckled at her dragons words before turning her face back to Faine. "Her name is Soranith, and she really likes you, she thinks you are pretty." She told the girl with a brow raised.

Now they were headed for the hatching feast, Faine showed Relina how to get the wherry and herdbeast blood out of her dress and so she would wear it to the feast.

She smirked at the thought that she wouldn't be wearing her dress for much longer now that she was a dragon-rider. She would have to come up with some riding gear for later, but she knew that Faine would help her.

Soranith had flat-out refused to be left out of the feast, claiming she was not tired at all, so Relina had no choice but to allow her to come to the feast as well. Relina knew the older riders would not mind, but she was clueless as to what she would do if Soranith fell asleep during the feast. The green dragon snorted as she read her life-partners thoughts.

I will NOT fall asleep during the feast. I will let you know ahead of time if I start to feel tired, I promise[/color] She said in her usual sassy tone. Relina chuckled at her dragon before looking at Faine. "So, what are we supposed to do here, or do you know?" She asked her friend. Zorn chittered and landed on Relina's shoulder, excited at the thought of food.

[Spirithawk]

OOC: Unless Relina does not have Gather clothes, she wouldn't be wearing the same dress she was wearing for the Hatching. Keep in mind that the Hatching happened just after the midday meal and the Feast is happening at night. The dragonets would have slept for several hours and the riders would have had time to bathe and sleep as well.

[catilena1890]

OOC: She doesn't have ANY clothes aside from her dress hawk. When she came to Dark Moon she didn't even have food, let alone clothing. Did I not make that clear in her history and "Arrival of the Dark Fox?" Which reminds me, there are dolphins on pern, so why can't I have foxes? Just curious, is all.

[Akki]

Ooc|| Dolphins are common in the Pern books c: Foxes are never mentioned in them or in any info gathered from Pern so as far as we can tell they simply don’t exist~

It had taken a little elbow grease, but Relina’s dress was clean. Faine had to fight her gag reflex the entire time. She was touching blood! Animal blood. Old animal blood! The thought disgusted her but she had a task at hand. She would clean that dress! She did too, the dress was spotless now much to Faine’s pleasure. She wanted to help her new friend out and this seemed like a rather ideal way to do so. Thank Faranth she had endless cleaning tricks up her sleeves!

She had split up from Relina at that point, she needed to go doll herself up for the Feast. She had thoroughly enjoyed the bath, the warmth of the hatching had made her hair go rather frizzy. She spent a few minutes rummaging through her clothes before pulling out a long, forest green dress out. She couldn’t remember the last time she had put this on. A soft smile played on her lips as she looked over herself, thankful that the old dress still fit. The green color of the dress looked quite nice against her pale skin and red hair. There was a slit at the knee of the dress, shimmery gold fabric underneath. The neckline went rather low, showing off the jagged pink scar on her chest. No point in hiding it, it was an accessory now. She pulled her hair into a messy bun, formal enough to pass off without looking all fancy.

Now she was fully all dolled up and ready to hit the banquet. The Feast was just starting when Relina and her arrived, many people were still getting themselves ready for the night. The extra minutes meant everything.

She grinned at her new greenrider friend. “You socialize!” She called out, throwing her hands up into the air. She wasn’t going to let herself be depressed tonight. She hadn’t Impressed. Everyone knew this by now. Quite a few people hadn’t Impressed, so it wasn’t like she was the odd one out. Faine actually wasn’t all that disappointed. Her dragon wasn’t in this clutch, she knew that and accepted that fact. Plus who cared if she was dragonless? It was none of their business, right? She was going to kick up her heels and dance the night away. Nothing would get this girl down!

“When more people come, you need to promise me a dance Relina. And you too Soranith!” Faine laughed happily, grinning at the two.

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K’ael didn’t change. After all, he hadn’t been expecting to stay at Dark Moon. He had assumed that once the hatching was over, he would simply return to his life at Caspian. But things were different now. So very different. He was shown to the Weyrling Barracks where he had spent his time well. Bathing, tidying himself up and even took a quick nap. Today’s excitement and surprises had worn him down. He smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt, hoping it was decent enough. It was a navy blue, gold trimming around the edges of it. Simple black pants would suffice for tonight.

He entered the banquet, tying his hair up loosely at the bottom. He had practically gotten lost already, not used to the winding tunnels that were scattered through out the Weyr. He looked down at the emerald green at his side and felt rather comforted by her presence. At least he wouldn’t be alone for this whole experience. Both of us look stunning. Osaith crooned. Her hide was well oiled, the itching no longer bothering her. Sure her mine was wearing the same clothes before, but at least the Journeyman Healer’s outfit was quite nice. It could pass for Gather clothes at the very least.

K’ael smothered a grin. The green had far too much confidence, where did she store it all?

[Dragon]

D'car had found it a pain to clean Tetroth. The brown was fussy and demanding about it, but D'car complied. He understood this was the dragon he would be bonded with until death, basically. He also knew he was too happy to care too much about the fussing. But he made sure that not an ounce of that happiness had shown on that face of his. If he did that, then people would want to talk to him or something and he didn't want to have anything more to do with that than he could help.

After feeding and cleaning his dragon, D'car took a nap. It was a much deserved, and perhaps needed one. The hatching had drained D'car a bit, the excitement and the heat and so on. When he was done napping, he went to bathe and then ready himself for the hatching feast. He thought since it was such a rare occassion, he would put on his best clothes. D'car, by no means, was poor enough not to have some fancy clothes in his wardrobe, but he wasn't rich enough to have them in plenty either. Thus such things were reserved for special occassions only, which suited D'car's personality anyway. Fancy clothes only attracted unwanted attention. But tonight he would endure it.

He put on a blue button up shirt that frilled slightly on the ends, over it was a black vest. He put on a nice pair of black trousers and looped a belt around it. He was contemplating on whether or not he should wear the coat as well, but decided it was too warm for such a thing despite it completing his attire and the fact he couldn't think of any other time he'd be able to wear the entire wardrobe.

He also combed his hair and let it fall neatly to the sides of his face. He pushed it back a bit to make sure it was behind his ears. He even abandoned his signature headband, considering the occassion. When D'car was finally ready, he gave one final glance to his dragon who was sound asleep. D'car thought it best this way since he wouldn't be bothered by him during the feast.

D'car made his way to the feast and entered. He looked around, spotting a few familiar faces. But he wasn't a talker, and he wasn't going to start socializing now. He made his way over and took a drink in hand, a juice. He held the cup lightly and made his way to a seat, a seat that wasn't around anyone else. When D'car was settled in his place, he took a sip of the juice and gave another look around.

[Spirithawk]

OOC: Sorry, I don't remember EVERY detail of what is put in character bios and I've been more concerned with the Hatching than your intro thread. Dolphins were brought to Pern by the colonists. Foxes aren't indigenous to Pern. We're working on a page with flora and fauna but that's why there are dolphins and not foxes.

[panther]

She had been flown in earlier that day, after the hatching, the event had been quite fortuitous to the Weyr it appeared. One bronze, four browns, four blue and four greens, an oddly balanced clutch, but perhaps it spoke more of Ista’s needs that of Dark Moon’s or so the Harper was coming to believe. But the strangest of things had occurred, unexpected, certainly by her! A bronze rider had arrived, just as the hatching reached it’s dramatic enough conclusion, one girl bleeding, and a blue dragonet mauled quite viciously. But, it was more what the bronze rider carried that was of interest, with the bronze rider was carried and egg, a gleaming gold egg. An egg that was certainly large enough to harbour a queen.

The dragon rider who had brought her here had told her al of the gossip, of who impressed, to what and if there were ay peculiar things about the hatchling, or their rider-to-be. And enough gossip was to be had over the clutch seemingly. She smiled and nodded through each piece of information taking it all in. Then nearly shearing the head from the man when he landed less than delicately, and when she had her harp aboard the creature too! She had cursed a few times, but now, as she approached the room of the feast, she knew her harp was waiting for her, safe, perfectly tuned over by the main feasting table, slightly askew from the main festivities. The room’s acoustics were not fantastic, and she would have to make do. Weyr’s weren’t built for musical optimums. Unfortunately.

Nevertheless, she entered the room, she would be one of a minority tonight wearing trousers. For it was impossible to play a harp well – especially at her height – without the instrument completely within her grasp. And a skirt (unless hiked up indecently high) was simply inappropriate. But, she wore fairly fitted cloth trousers, a delicate pair of boots over them, and a well structured top that was nicely balanced. She was not tonight’s spectacle, the hatchlings were. She was just here for the music. The left of her hair was pinned back, smoothly, to just behind her ear, where her soft blond curls were freed once more. the other side was left loose. She walked purposefully towards the weyrwoman.

“Weyrwoman Christae I am correct to presume?” She curseyed and pulled at imaginary skirts as she did, “I’m Hester, Master Harper of Caspian, I’ve come to gift some music to your festivities.” Girlish smile and cute looks made her out to be younger than she was. And her mannerisms also didn’t help much. “ I hear your hatching went very well, and congratulations on your newest clutch Madam Weyrwoman.”

[Minajerie]

Andilay had rested for the few hours she had before the feast. Once she got up she knew she needed to wash off the gunk she had neglected after walking off the sands. Her arm still had traces of dried blood down it's length, she even had dried blood splotches along her stomach and smudges on her other arm as well.

She wasn't particularly looking forward to a bath, but if she only submerged her lower half she could sponge bathe the rest... sigh. What a hastle. Oh well, it couldn't be helped. Her reaction time was terrible for the mauling- she had done nothing to get out of the way- she was just lucky it was nothing more serious.

After her bath she carefully toweled dry and re-wrapped her bandages. She had much practice in the activity- just because you do not bear a scar, does not mean you were never wounded.

After she was done with the bandages, she carefully ruffled through her finery. If she had impressed, perhaps she would have worn a dress, maybe. But since she had not, she felt it behooved her to wear one of her nicer swordswoman uniforms... and she knew just the one. She only wore it when they had a terribly formal employer- or on special occasions. Rayn impressing was very special.

Andilay took out the suit and gave it a good snap, then laid it over the edge of her cot to air while she did her hair. Since it was a feast, she would just leave the long mass of chocolate brown hair to fall down her back. She brushed the strands till they were dry and then ruffled once again through her possessions. She knew she had some wonderful looking clips that doubled as dangerous weapons. She always loved wearing things that the majority of the population thought as harmless. Ah! She found one. Well, one would do. Luckily it was one of her golden ones. Sure, gold was very flimsy and weak, but it was only surface gold. Otherwise it would have been a pointless buy... for Andilay. She carefully arranged her hair and then placed the sharp adornment where she thought it best. It was a golden butterfly, and it was always aesthetically pleasing.

Her hair done- and the time for her to go to the feast nearing- Andilay started to get dressed. First she pulled on her shirt, it was a form fitting- made especially to her measurements- so the chest was a little tight, but not uncomfortably so. It felt snug and secure- and thankfully it did not real awkward or hurt as if it was pulling at her scratches. It felt nice. Smiling she pulled on her black dress slacks- the ones with the gold piping down the sides- and sat in order to pull on her sleek black boots that went all the way up to the beginnings of her thigh. She threw in a flat dagger for good measure. No one would notice. She strapped on arm bracers and then put on the black leather half jacket with the golden embroidered short cuffs and collar flare. She rather loved this jacket. It was classy. Her kind of classy. Last, but certainly not least, she strapped on her sword belt. She may have gone without her old friend for the hatching, but the feast was another matter. She even slung her thinner dagger belt on as well. Why not? It was a feast. Close enough to a gather- where swordswomen loved to show off. Since she had already put on a hair ornament it would look silly if she wore no other jewelry, so she searched for her rarely worn hoop earrings and one of her necklaces. She even managed to find her father's ring. A ring which nicely fit her ring finger- so she wore it.

Looking at herself in the mirror once more, she decided on a little indulgence and put some gloss on her lips and some gold powder on her eyes. There. She was done. She was death in a hand basket and looking fine. She winked at herself, then laughed at herself and left for the feast.

((@-@ Andilays post was MUCH bigger than I had originally planned... and now I am... brain stalling... ugh. I shall post my other charries soon/later xD ))

[panther]

Her hair was pinned back at one side, a nicely crafted silver piece keeping her hair back, gently waved red hair gleaming in the bright lights, her eyes squinted a little against it, she was so unused to such intensity of light. Being nocturnal did have its drawbacks.

Her dress was long, elegant, it was well fitted around the body, making quite the most of what little she had, it swirled out then in layers from just below her hips, into long skirts. The dress was dark green, like the feathers of a magpie, barely different from black. She felt very awkward it in. It really wasn’t her outfit. In the slightest. She lingered on. She stood by the door, feeling awkward saying hellos to all of these people passing whom she didn’t know.
shard it Alder! Wher exactly are you? she cursed the bronze handler. Why wasn’t he on time? Why couldn’t it be him wait for her? Shards to it all, because he wouldn’t wait for her. He’d be in there enjoying the festivities. She cursed to herself and tugged at her skirts, and at the top of her dress, which she felt was far too revealing, but a trusted friend who made the dress for her assured her it wasn’t. But she felt awkward. Oh Faranth but did she feel awkward.

[Xennai]

Alder had stayed to make sure he looked presentable. While not much of an issue for him--at least in his opinion--he was making sure he looked fine for Danae. The sharding woman had insisted that anything and everything was perfect, from clothes to behavior to the time that they'd arrived. Not that that had mattered--the Hatching had begun rather unexpectedly. No matter the case, they were there for the Feast which was what really mattered, didn't it?

Anyhow, Danae had become totally and completely OCD before they'd come to the Weyr. Alder understood that she was worried about what impression she would make on the Weyrwoman, Christae, but honestly...there came a point where it got to be too much. Alder was surprised, very genuinely surprised, that the gold handler hadn't picked out his and Fyg's own clothes and gone over them with a fine-tooth comb.

Alder brushed back his dark hair, making it lie flat over his forehead as he walked. He was outiftted modestly in dark, tight-fitting trousers tucked into gleaming black boots. Above that was a magnificent bronzen shirt that made dark hair gleam and skin seem darker than it was. He didn't normally wear his colors, as was his due, because of an impression he didn't want to make. But now...now he thought that it was extremely fitting.

He saw Danae then, standing by the entrance, looking magnificent and discomfitted. He stopped for a moment just to watch her, watching her tug at a dress that made her look entirely too female and even more radiant than she did look normally. He thought the brighter lights certainly helped, even if they were making his eyes sting slightly.

He slipped up beside her, taking her hand and squeezing it lightly. He leaned down, lips brushing against her jaw. His words were soft and warm as his other arm came about her waist. "Stop tugging at your dress, my Queen. You look fabulous as it is." He stood away then, moving aside, her arm falling from him. But he kept hold of her hand. "Ready?" he beamed, looking much too excited for the event.

[panther]

She fidgeted, awkward and feeling out of her depth. Her mind idled over the fact that he wasn’t there Fyg was no where to be seen, Danask was content in calling her all sorts of prudish based insults over the dress, and over the male, and the fact that she had to meet the weyrwoman.

Her nerves were almost choking her. Her heart beat thunderously in her chest. But a voice broke through the turmoil that was beginning to turn into a storm in her mind. A voice that told her to stop tugging at her dress. She stopped, wondering if it was her subconscious speaking to her, but then she noticed. He kissed her cheek. She felt a hideous and awkward heat rise up her spine, making her go quite rigid. She wanted to shiver, unsure as to whether it was his fault or a cold breeze passing through the hallways. “Thank you.” Her words muttered, an embarrassed, tentative, begrudging and awkward show of her appreciation for his compliment.

“Yes.” She said, taking her hand from his so as she had a good excuse to keep her composure, “I’m ready.” She said as I’ll ever be. She swallowed. Nerves again greating flitters the size of Whers in her stomach, and they trundled around with the grace of Fygwesk. She gave a nervous little hum before she entered through the doorway. The room opened before her. She felt happiness, and a strange sensation of awe and wonder filling her. “Wow…” She couldn’t help the words that slipped form her lips, “Isn’t it amazing…” Question asked in rhetoric, she expected no answer.

“Sorry.” She looked up at Alder, she knew she was a let down, and she knew she owed him apologies, for more than just one thing, “I… don’t want any confusion tonight Alder.” Her words soft as a whisper. She linked her arm through his, for he technically was her second in command. He wasn’t her partner, but he was the highest ranking handler in her Wher hold, other than herself. Thus it was an obligatory partnership, and she wanted solid front presented to the Weyr, “we are here, as friends, enjoying the company of the Weyr. I know I’ve been tense about this, and about… what ever it was that happened, but, can we be friends?” She spoke softly, walking as she did, she stopped as she noticed the weyrwoman. She was already commandeered by another, prissy little blonde thing. Danae recognized her as the Master Harper of Caspian. Danae knew the fact, and the general style – but not the woman personally. “Can you… I…. Can we do that?” She asked, eyes looked hopeful as they turned up to his. Almost pleading with the handler.

[Xennai]

Alder noticed her discomfort and sighed internally. Danae was freaking out. She was well and truly freaking out. Of course. She wouldn’t be Danae if she wasn’t. She seemed embarrassed and he could tell that from her stiffening that was entirely uncomfortable.

The bronze rider sighed as she pulled back from him, fingers falling away from his. She looked nervous, extremely so, but she also looked beautiful, absolutely beautiful. He nodded, effortless smile springing to his handsome face. “All right then.” He passed through the doorway along with her, instantly noticing the ambiance of the room, noticing the people, the food, the atmosphere and the creatures that proliferated it all. He nodded again in fervent agreement, slumberous green eyes tracking around the room in an effort to take everything in. “Indeed. It’s…incredible.”

Arm linked through his and the bronze rider glanced down, dark brows winging up for her apology. He wanted to question her about what confusions she was talking about, but she was speaking again and he didn’t want to stop her in the face of the events that were transpiring. He’d been so angry and irritated with her just a few days gone but now, how could she be? She looked as if she were about to get sick. He wasn’t going to add to that.

His hand came on top of hers and he smiled, laughing softly, his eyes shining. “Danae, I’m just fine being friends with you. We can talk about whatever issues we have sometime later. Tonight, I want us, I want the Wher Hold, to shine brightly.” His smile was soft and affectionate before he looked up, having seen the gold handler’s gaze. He noticed the Weyrwoman…and Hester. His heart stopped for a moment before he remembered the woman saying she would be there. Gentle smile pulled at his face, making his lips curl lopsidedly. Hester was here…with Danae. And his happiness fell into a heap of dung.

Oh shards, how could he have forgotten? Hester and Danae being here, with only him as their tie, was more than bad. It was horrendous. He felt panic beginning to set in but shook it off determinedly. No. He wasn't going to worry. It was just as Danae had said--they were friends. That was all. Hester was a different planet entirely, in an entirely different solar system. And that eased his distress.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule paid attention to those who came and went, before noting that it was starting to crowd up a little more, and it was getting harder to see much of anything for the people milling around. A classic example of not being able to see the forest for the trees, apparently! But even with that going on, it was as if he had a radar stuck in his head, and his attention was drawn straight away to the entrance, where a young lady (at least by his standards) was hesitating and starting to look quite sick to herself, despite the sudden appearance of another young fellow.

Somewhat concerned, Ragule levered himself back to his feet. Oh, his knees were just going to kill him tonight. But he was going to deal with it ... later. Right now? Some nice young lady might need help, and even if she didn't ... he needed to get to know someone. After all. Taking a moment to make sure he was going to remain vertical soundly, Ragule then moved off, past a young fellow that had been seated not so terribly far away. "Enjoy yourself, but don't have too much fun." Ragule commented, patting the lad's shoulder on his way past.

He made his way over toward the door, to where the two wherhandlers were, and pulled up short before them. "Hello." He greeted, having noticed that a similar pallor had decended over the fellow for a few moments. This was seriously concerning, now! Either the both of them were recently recovered of some illness, or there was some dire news they were seriously worried over. He wasn't sure which was better... or worse.

"I was wondering if the two of you were feeling alright? Because, bluntly, neither of you look very well this evening." Ragule stated. Might as well cut to the chase, and not beat around the bush. If they needed help, they needed it. And if they didn't ... well ... then he'd simply take the blow of being presumptious and let them be. Awkward as that might turn out to be.

[panther]

((oh marnark! You have no idea how much that made me laugh!!! <3 even now I’m grinning like a fool xD))

Danae watched the Werywoman, passively now, nerves wracking her tummy. Yet, with her arm looped through Alders own strong arm? She felt comfort, peace, and a mild serenity ply through her. She smiled warmly up at Alder, he wanted the Wher hold to shine, to shine boldly”Good! We shall show-“ She paused, curiosity filtering through her moment of happiness at a shared goal. She followed Alder’s eyes, on the Werywoman and Hester, like her own had ben, but Alder looked Apprehensions “Do you-“ She paused, interrupted by a greeting from another.

The man who approached was tall, taller than herself – though it wasn’t hard. His skin was darker, well tanned, and natural looking to the sun. Dark black hair, tied back neatly, and very dark brown eyes to match. She frowned, she didn’t know the man, she hadn’t heard of him, either. She assessed him again quickly, then her mind clicked into place, she had heard word, he was the healer surely? Not the one who had impressed (shards no, the man was beyond his youth) but the Master who came to the Weyr. She turned her frown into a grin, a warm welcoming grin. His words of concern made more sense to her now.

She glanced down at her hand, not too far from Alder. Alder’s skin tone was warmer than hers, and it did rather highlight her pallor for certain.
“Ah, No, I apologise for concerning you, Master Healer Ragule” The use of his full name and title more for Alder’s benefit, who she was certain was likely to be mentally devoid of who this man greeting them and asking after their health might be. “I am well, unfortunately your concern is misplaced.” Yet there was nothing derisive in her tone, mild humour, “If either my companion or I look a little pale, it is for we do not see the light of the Rukbat too frequently.” Though the statement sounded absurd, what came next explained it, thoroughly.

“It is good to meet you Master Ragule, I am Danae, Handler of the Gold Wher, Danask.” She was humble in her words, not power searching, playing or whatnot. “I hope the appearance of ill health is only due to our skins lack of colour? Or was it something else that possibly concerned you?” The presumption was a common one, she had been asked – when in foreign holds – by children usually, or motherly old women, if she was well, for she looked pale. That was of course on the sparse few occasions that she spent her waking hours in the daylight.

[Xennai]

Alder felt his stomach roil as he glanced down to look at Danae. There was a light of awareness in her eyes. Shards. Shard it. She’d seen him watching the two women. Brows rose as his face composed into a look of interested question. Just as she was about to ask him about it—he was sure it was about it—a man strode up.

He looked to be older than the bronze handler, but Alder wasn’t sure. He had the same dark hair and even darker skin, denoting presence in Rukbat’s light. Alder wondered briefly who the man was. Not many would approach a handler, let alone two, without some sort of backup. The man must not know they were handlers. Yes, that was it. So who was he?

Glad for the interruption, Alder glanced down at Danae as she spoke, arm still looped through hers with no intention of letting her go. A brow arched when he heard the man’s title, obviously put into the conversation by Danae for his own knowledge. Ah, the woman could be fairly intuitive sometimes. Now his questioning of their well-being made more sense now.

Alder relaxed, slumberous green eyes flicking toward the Master Harper and the Weyrwoman again. He focused back in on the conversation that had been rather thrust upon him, satisfied that nothing too untoward was happening. He listened through Danae’s ending words and bowed lightly, just enough to be respectful. “Master Healer, a pleasure to meet you. I am Alder, handler of bronze Aldesk and nowhere near as fine as our Queen handler here.” Lips quirked and he bent to look at Danae, face lightly amused.

“Are you worried about something other than our skin color, Master Healer?” The question was soft but concerned. He didn’t want to be sick, especially not now. Perhaps something other than his pallor was wrong. He wondered indeed if there was anything, but would let the Master Healer have his say before he truly did worry.

[Kino]

[These might not be super detailed, but I want to get my two new weyrlings into the mix. The other two...I might throw them in if they're requested or something, but otherwise four characters would be a bit much xD]

In the hours since the hatching Tanwen had been taking it easy. She hadn't been doing nothing, though. Once she'd woken up Vessayith enough to get her to the temporary barracks she'd taken advantage of her being awake and had gotten her cleaned up straight away. Sure, she'd probably be given better instructions on how to properly clean a dragonet afterwards, but she figured that now at least she knew the basics, and could get the egg goop and sand off of her. Really, the jade green turned out to be quite stunning under all that grime. She'd fallen asleep quickly after that, and Tanwen had gone to clean herself up and get into her favorite outfit. (Her favorite outfit is the one described in her profile.)

Now that she was on her way into the feast she was starting to realize that, as calm and serene as she'd looked while she was sleeping, Vessayith was going to be quite the handful. Re-energized after her nap, she'd chatted pretty much nonstop since they left the barracks.

There are many people here, Mine! She said as she bounced along in her stride beside Tanwen, who walked along with her usual saunter and gave a nod. She was trying to keep her usual expression of stoicism, but there was a smile fighting against that clearly visible at either side of her mouth. Are you going to talk to any of them? Who are you going to talk to first? Oh! That man looks friendly, look how he smiles, Mine! And the girl over there is laughing so she must be having fun do you think we should go over there so you can have fun too Tanwenmine?

I'm actually going to go and get some food, Vessayith. Tanwen said to the excitable little green. She hadn't spotted Z'ayr anywhere yet, so she was thinking there was a possibility she might not go and talk to anyone. She'd probably just grab her food and find a table off to the side.

Oh but that's no fun Mine![/color] Vessayith protested, turning her whirling blue eyes up to the girl as they walked towards the table lined with food. Can't we at least go talk to one of my Clutchsibling's?

Maybe after. Tanwen said, rolling her eyes a bit - though not without that reluctant smile Vessayith had a tendency to put on her face - and picking up a plate to load up.

- - -

After the hatching V'ael had gone to the temporary barracks to clean him and Aeydrith up a bit, though he'd only gotten halfway through washing the little green when her eyes started to get a bit too heavy for her. He managed to finish cleaning the goop and sand off of her before sending her off to nap for the hours before the feast, and then washed himself up for it as well. He hadn't been at the Weyr for very long, and so he hadn't really acquired any clothes in Dark Moon's colors, so he took the nicer clothes that he'd come in with in Vintyr red - cleaned now, after traveling through the hurricane - and put those on, figuring they were nice enough for the feast. (Again, described in his profile.)

When it was time for the feast little Aeydrith was plenty rested and ready to follow after her bonded to where everyone else was gathered. They stepped into the feasthall and V'ael looked around for anyone he recognized, hopefully some of the friends he'd made of the other candidates. He'd been a bit disappointed that Faine hadn't impressed, but hopefully that didn't mean that he wouldn't be able to hang out with her anymore. They would both have at least some free time between training. He caught sight of her as soon as he entered the hall, not that it was that difficult considering how much energy she put off into the room. Bypassing the food for now to go greet his friends (Relina was with her, who he'd also met at the hatching), he stepped across the feasthall towards them.

"Hello Faine," he greeted, offering a smile and a nod then turning to do the same towards the other girl, "Relina. Great te see the both of ye. Congrats on yer impression," he said to Relina, and then to Faine, "Sorry te see ye left there, but I wish ye luck fer next time." She certainly seemed optimistic, with how happy she was - as always - so he didn't really see a reason to be down about it if she wasn't.

He felt an affectionate nudge at his leg from Aeydrith (he had noticed how felenic she could often be) and looked down. "Oh," he said, realizing neither of the girls would know her name yet. "An before I ferget, her name's Aeydrith."[/font][/size]

[Okay, so not too bad afterall. But V'ael's post did end 'meh'ly.]

[Akki]

Z’ayr’s original intentions were to go with Akki to the feast, but the bluerider had declined – saying this time, she was going to be part of the backdrop. An odd occurrence for her, it threw the boy off. Well he didn’t want to go alone! He checked with Hasima next but she quietly told him that crowds weren’t her thing. Alone it was.

He normally cared about what state his clothes were in, but tonight he didn’t. He wanted to see and meet the new Weyrlings more then anything but unfortunately, Dinayth had other plans. You can’t wear that! It’s wrinkled and doesn’t match! That’s pretty much how every conversation went so far, shirts now littering the ground as the blue vetoed every single one. “I liked that shirt.” The flamboyant boy mumbled with a pout. He was taking fashion advice from a dragon, his day couldn’t get any worse.

The two finally arrived at the feast, quite a bit later than Z’ayr originally wanted but they certainly weren’t the last ones there. They had practically gone through all of his shirts, but eventually settled on one. A clean white shirt, with gold embroidery around the sleeves and neck line. It wasn’t Z’ayr’s favorite shirt, but it wasn’t wrinkled and Dinayth had accepted it. Paired with some black trousers, they were set. He saw V’ael in the corner of his eye and wanted to talk to the boy, but he seemed to be in a conversation at the moment. On the other hand, Tanwen was lurking near the table of food.

“Who’s a pretty greenrider? You are! You are!” Z’ayr cooed into the girl’s ear when he sauntered up behind Tanwen, a large grin on his face. He went to her side, and popped part of a sweet roll into his mouth. “That’s my way of saying congratulations.”

This is my way of saying you look like an idiot. Dinayth replied with a rather snippy tone, letting those around hear.