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"You might as well join us till the bucket is empty," Naanash said, motioning the new silver rider to join them. He kept cutting up the pieces of meat and offered Sahar a chunk. "Here." He smiled, not showing any regret that he had not impressed as he offered the piece of meat. "I'm Naanash, but you can call me Nash if you care to."

"V'ail. I know. Vaail, V'ail not much different but it works for me." V'ail grinned, stroking the dainty crimson head as he fed her a few more bits of meat. "We're twins, incase you were wondering. This little lady is Lan."

She said primly and looked at her sibling, eyes softening to blue green as her hunger was abated.

"Thank you, her ladyship would like to say her full name is Lanterneth." V'ail stroked under her chin and took a other piece of meat from his twin brother. "Sahar, have you given a thought of how you are going to collapse your name? Mine is easy and so is Nash's, if he ever impresses," V'ail teased and held out a piece of meat for the crimson to take.

"Male riders elide their names. It is tradition, like these stupid robes." Nash continued to dice the meat, relaxed. "I'm rather reassured I didn't. Not saying I do not want to impress, but it going to be a change staying here. I don't think we have ever stayed anymore than two sevendays?"
"Might have been three... in that one hold."

Lanterneth turned back to her meal.

Zarike

It had been a hard Hatching. Zarike was surprised by how drained he felt as another boy pressed him aside and ran towards the silver. He'd met Orlina's last smile with a desperate one of his own but now it was all over. He was aware enough that the next clutch would probably not be for a long time. The two young golds had only just clutched, and Brakiath may not ever again. Rumor was she was old and Abigail was stepping down soon. That meant she didn't rise anymore as far as Zarike knew.

Two turns till the missing gold grew old enough, and who knew where her clutch would be laid? Being a harper's son had it's down sides. He held his breath on a crimson clutch. There were only a couple old enough, not enough to really boost his odds. Sad thoughts filled his mind as he welcomed Dorado back into his arms and tried to put on a brave face for Orlina as he left his position on the Sands. No point in standing there anymore right?

Ailin

Ailin's exit was much quicker. He had things to do after all. The outcome of today did not surprise him in the least.

Z'fer

As Z'fer stood and stretched he wondered if Hekate was pleased or not to see another silver Hatched. Z'fer was mixed, his previous worries still standing ground. They might need that runaway gold after all. He might need her especially if his plans were ever to come to fruition. After all... Malvren had no queen.

Cai

And with that, the little baby crimson was now Cai's responsibility. Yes. She had Bereck, and Becka, and Cai. Cai was a crimsonrider. Cai had experience with sickly crimsons. She would Cai looked at Jemi again, alarmed as the woman screamed at the hatchlings on the sands. It seemed to have worked though as right when it looked like the silver was lost to them, his rider came crashing through the group and took claim of the pitiful looking hatchling.

Miath bugled her elation as all of the hatchlings Impressed. They are all so lovely! Did you see the climbing one? And the little babies?! They were all little babies of course, Miath was just excited over every new pair on the Sands. She trumpteded again in glee.

[Diedre]

And that was that. The silver impressed (she felt sorry for the little guy, to be honest) and her duty to stand had been done. Now...
Now what.

Shenja and his... green. She walked over, cautious at the many eating dragons. Noisily eating dragons. With raw meat.

"Congratulations Shenja. Should I call you Sh'ja now?" the contraction sounded odd, maybe a little bitter in her mouth.
"Whats her name?" it was the polite thing to ask.

She relaxed her hold on herself. Well, she and Shenja would have to have a long talk.

"I guess..." she kept the bitter notes from her voice as best she could, "I'll... have to tell Menndan he won't see you for a while..."

She bit her lip. Not yet. He wasn't going back with her, but she couldn't talk about it. Not yet. She'd start crying and there were people around.

"Nope, she hatched angry," V'ail snickered and took a other scoop of blood pieces to feed his little bondmate. "Harper fine as long as you don't touch her. Or threaten Nash. She a crackskull warrior queen."

"Ahh, and that does tend to be the most simple rule." Nash stopped cutting meat to cradle his flit, stroking down her pale gold back. "Do not touch and she will leave you alone. If you are lucky she might tolerate you."

"Don't count on it." V'ail replied and grinned. "I'm sure someone has a bunch of friendly flits you can hang out with. They tend to be little scavengers."

Shenja's smile dimmed a little as he leveled his gaze at his sister.
"Nope. I'll go with Sh'en, I think" He really didn't want to contract his name at all, but his sister wanted him to, and he didn't want to fight with her. Not now.
"Kal, this is my sister, Diedre. Diedre, this is Kalteth."

The green dragon may not have said it mind to mind, but she was distracted enough to head nudge Diedre before Shenja... Sh'en... handed her more food.
"She says hi."
There was absolutely no doubt in her mind as to what she wanted to do.
"In a bit, Kally, in a bit." He felt, suddenly, apprehensive about his sister. It was in her expression, the uncertain slump to her shoulders, the held back emotion.
"Do ya mind if we talk later, Didi?" he said, cheerfully, "I'm a bit busy"



"If I get to do the same" he still hadn't quite got the hang of the mind speaking yet. He put down the meat and hugged her. "See you at the feast, didi, me and her are going to stretch our legs."

"Sure. Just you and I for now, though. We'll let people join in."