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When she'd discovered who she was to be paired with in the weyrling barracks, Dezima had suffered another round of 'EEEEeeeeEEee OMGs'. She had been paired up with her friend, Brynja. That was the second most awesome thing that had happened to her in a short amount of time. The first would be the sweet thing prancing along beside her as she walked with Brynja and Larth. Microth kept giggling at Larth's constant pestering about how His looked. She thought both Theirs looked fine and that it really didn't matter because they were Theirs.

Once presented with her riders knots from Weyrleader W'lin, Dezima had to show Microth so the green could sniff them and see what they were. What are they for? Do you have to eat them? Her tail swished behind her like a felines, blue gaze flickering towards everyone else that was in the room. Her fellow siblings were here! She and Larth should go visit with them. Oooh and the tables! Microth wondered what they were like from underneath?!

<Don't go under the tables! At least not while it's so crowded.> The weyrbrat informed Microth with a smile as she attached the rider knots to her shoulder. "And now, we do not eat them. They go right here, see? They tell everyone that I am a greenrider." She rubbed the head that leaned against her. "C'mon! Let's see where Larth drags us." Dezima grinned at Brynja. "Do you see anyone from your family here?" She asked.

Microth pranced along next to Larth, eyes swirling as she glanced from one dragon to the next. Larth! Larth we should investigate the meat tables soon! Oh and look! There is Tyeth and His. And Zurith! The green nudged the larger blue, making sure he actually heard her.

"Maybe we should find someplace to sit too." Dezima offered, though she didn't think they would have too much trouble. As long as Brynja's Larth didn't try and drag them to 'front row seats' or something.

My clutch-siblings are getting excited Mine. Zurith noted to his rider. He didn’t quite see what all the fuss was about; after all they could see each other for a very long time.

F’law dutifully followed after his dragon. Perhaps that’s because this is the first time everyone has had a chance to gather and greet. Also, I’m not going to feed you a lot or you’ll become sleepy. He selected a nice bowl of meat and moved out of the main way of the table. Zurith trailed behind until he stopped. Picking up the first piece he set it into the waiting blue jaws. He smiled to himself at the dragon’s relish of the meat. All too quickly the bowl was empty.

Placing the bowl in the used section to be dealt with by weyr drudges, he looked up and over at the tables. A familiar outline and set of crutches propped up against the table caught his attention. With Zurith following at his side, F’law headed over to speak to his father. He was rather pleased a dragonrider had thought to get him, and that his father had come. After all this had been his idea. He approached within speaking distance. “Hello father. I’m glad you could come.” He glanced at the blue beside him and his cheek flushed just a little. “You were right. This is Zurith. Zurith, my father.”

The older man shifted to face his son with a wide grin. “Right? No Falawny, merely right in giving you both the chance you need. You’ve done our family proud. Hello Zurith, a pleasure to meet you. ” He tilted his head at his son and dragon. “Perhaps you should tell me what your new rider name is?” He was so very proud of Falawny even if the boy was slightly nervous about their meeting.

The new rider gave a soft cough at his father’s reply. While he’d been content to stay home, his father and family had encouraged him to attempt this. This chance had turned into Zurith. What could he say to that? Zurith crooned reassuringly at His’ shoulder. You should tell him the name we picked for you. Tell him it is a pleasure to meet him. The blue curled his tail around his feet, ready to sit there if father and son wanted to talk all night. Not likely, but he was ready for it.

F’law gave a half grin to Zurith before turning back to his father. “He says he’s pleased to meet you too. Zurith decided that F’law would be a good name.”

His father nodding approvingly offered his hand to his son to shake. “Rider F’law.” Once the handshake was completed, he leaned back in his seat. “I’m perfectly contented to sit here and watch all you younglings with dragons mingling. You should too, F’law. I’m well supplied with food and drink. Enjoy yourselves.”

Squaring his shoulders, F’law took his father’s hand. Silently he promised to visit with Zurith when he could. “Yes father. Thank you again for coming.” With that he and his dragon drifted away from the disabled man. You should have something to too Mine. Deciding his dragon had a good idea, F’law headed toward the human food tables.

Stromath, good evening, Tyeth greeted, pleased that his brother had approached him. It was good to already be making strides towards positive relationships. It required almost no effort on his part, though he was sure some of his other Clutchmates would require some bringing around. I am glad to see you and yours. This is N'mol. He flipped a wing slightly in his rider's direction, and N'mol couldn't help the easy grin that started on his face.

"N'mol," he introduced to K'en, holding out his hand for a shake and hooking the thumb of that hand into a pocket afterward. "It's good to see more weyrbrats in the ranks. What did you choose for your honorific?"

Yours has a brother. A twin, like our Queens, Tyeth lifted his head and looked around briefly, trying to spot the brother before returning his entire attention to Stromath. It would be best to build strong bonds with those in his Clutch who had the potential to be dragons almost as great as himself. His attention was distracted from their conversation by another greeting, and he turned green eyes to Heth as he and His approached. Another taking time to greet him! He almost didn't even have to exert the effort. However, later, he was sure, he would have to go out of his way to see the others. The Greens and Blues, in particular, would likely avoid him, thinking themselves not good enough to address a Bronze. He would have to show them they could trust him.

Hello, Heth, Tyeth greeted, easily adjusting to allow for the Brown to be added to the conversation.

Someone he'd never seen knew his name? N'mol looked up slightly at the older boy, and he gave him a welcoming smile while his mind absently filed away that this was a Brownrider."Yes. I am. And you are?"

You see, N'mol? Tyeth commented privately to His as he stood a little straighter. Let anyone looking their way see what a fine Bronze had had the grace to hatch first and give everyone a good show at the Hatching. Already, they know us.

Yes, I see that.

"I can't see them" Brynja said, not sounding that put out. It was entirely possible that the male members of her family had been out at sea, and her Ma wouldn't want to leave the hold on her own. If they hadn't been able to come... well, it'd be disappointing, but she could deal with it. 'sides, they might be here somewhere anyway - it was fairly crowded, if quiet. She raised herself up on her tiptoes, peering over the crowd before dropping back down with a grin. "If you see a couple of guys, 'bout six feet tall, with my sort of really frizzy hair, those're my brothers and my Da. My ma's a bit smaller, more like my size"

Larth agreed, pretty much to everything Microth had just said. She had caught him watching Treeth and planning on how to make an approach, but now his head swung around to take both the other dragons into his field of view (and several others on the way between). Having Microth follow him would definitely look good, right? Right.

"Maybe" Brynja agreed, "but Larth wants to go talk to everyone - I don't think he'll let me sit down" This was a bit of an exaggeration, but she was just about as excited. This was one of the best things ever, it really was.

A'in turned when Troiseth looked over to Treeth. It is okay. We all need sleep after an event like us hatching. Tell Yours we send our greetings, Treeth. The blue turned an eye to the teen. Mine, Treeth sends their apologies for falling asleep. A hint of amusement in the dragons cheerful voice.

I take it you mentioned our greetings? No matter, let's go gather with the others that are here. He adjusted the new decorations on his shoulder. It felt strange as he moved around with it.

Dezima glanced around, looking for anyone that looked similar to Brynja. But there were a lot of people around and trying to find someone - or someone's - going only off of 'tall, frizzy hair like Brynja' was something the weyrbrat was failing epically at. "I'll keep my eyes open for them." She told her friend, eying the other hatchlings and their new bonded's around them. Probably time to go socialize, right? Sounded like their dragons agreed with this.

Who should we go see first? Microth's eyes danced and swirled with bright blue with her enjoyment of being here and seeing everyone. Plus she had Hers and Larth had His. And their clutchmates had all Theirs. The green pranced alongside her blue clutchmate only to stop and give a draconic grin at the brown that came and side hi to them. Gneisth! Hi! I am well and Mine is well. This is Dezimamine. How are you and Yours? Microth's tail flicked behind her in her pleasure at getting to speak with another clutchmate!

She giggled at Brynja. Larth was definitely someone that liked attention. Or at least that was what Dezima was beginning to learn. And she'd only been around him since last night! "Sounds like Microth agrees with him, so I don't think either of us are sittin' down anytime soon." Dezima grinned at her friend. She turned to start following their dragons, only to find that they'd definitely found another of their clutchmates to talk with. Or rather, he found them. Dezima gave the new pair a wide grin. "Hello there! I don't think we've met before. I'm Dezima. And this is Microth." She patted the green on the rump.

With his tail switching from side to side slowly, Heth looked between Tyeth and His. Another bronze, Stromath was around as well.

the brown asked the two. He felt a fair amount of grief over the loss of their mother, and he wanted to make sure that his siblings were coping alright. Other than that, there likely wasn't any reason for anything to be wrong, but he wanted to make sure that nothing was awry.

Looking between the two boys, K'har was glad that he managed to hunt down the right guy. It.. would have been a little awkward if he had been completely off.

"Ah! I'm Ka... K'har," he said, nearly slipping out his birth name instead. It was going to take a bit of getting used to. Grinning a little weakly, he glanced over at the one who called himself K'en, waving to him as a sort of greeting.

((Sorry. Didn't realize rider names weren't announced anywhere. XD; ))

Gneisth replied, eyes whirling happily. The brown did not mind conceding 'superiority' of the conversation to Larth; he was simply grateful to speak to the others and could care less which of his many clutchmates it was at any given moment. Of course, he'd have to meet them all! And the rest of the dragons in the Weyr besides. The older dragons could wait for later, though. Gneisth himself had rather enjoyed the arrangements of last night, though he suspected His and Stromath and Stromath's would not often be attempting it. And His had said they would get too large to repeat it soon anyway...

B'nen waved with a smile of his own to Dezima and Brynja. The former he recognized, at least by sight--he was quite sure she was a fellow weyrborn of Benden's, though a few Turns his junior. The latter was rather younger than them both, it seemed, and not especially familiar to him, which probably meant she'd been Searched. "Not formally, I think," he agreed with Dezima. "My name's B'nen, formally Bannen, and this brown fellow's Gneisth. I'm glad to make your acquaintance, Dezima, and that of your dragonpair...and well met, Brynja and Larth." These first few names, he hoped, would stick easily enough, but given the sheer size of the group...remembering everyone was going to be a trick for certain, even if Gneisth could tell him the dragons. "Just to warn you, my twin's the one with bronze Stromath--I know the knots and the dragons'll tell us apart now, but otherwise, we are identical." And yes, it still amused him to no end they'd Impressed in the clutch with twin golds. "Neither of us'll mind if you mix us up; we used to try to do it on purpose," he added, with a wider grin. It was still a terrible pity Stromath likely wouldn't tolerate such shenanigans in the future...