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F'en was blushing? Wen set his hand in his lap, confusion settling across his face before stilling back into a relaxed calm look. This was rather different then the often over confident, boisterous, and temperamental lot that most of his age mates fell into among the guard. Even Jemi who he was closest with, even if she was female, was so positive about herself. The older veterans were more relaxed but the scarred up men had a quiet self-assurance.

"I'm not sure why you are apologizing for F'en, it isn't required." Wen replied calmly. "I basically grew up in a guard barracks and your remark was on the milder side of things said in passionate anger." Very, very mild actually considering what some of the more hot headed men could spew. "First actually said concerning protecting me."

Wen looked over at the dragons. "How is Tiakimerth?" He question, deciding to change the topic. "Are you getting along together?" If Rynsemth was correct the little spotted blue was a social thing, so different from the young man he was talking to. He had though Rynsemth had been his opposite but over the last few days they had found similarities.

Yes, yes, you are an eloquent word... poems? Rynsemth focused a bit more on Tiakimerth's words. he mused comparing the broad chest F'en to his petite, but leggy partner. Rynsemth settled, eyes firmly locked on the pale spotted blue.

Rochelle wore her usual linen shirt, a soft gray, but her fitted pants had been replaced by a dark red skirt that swished about her small ankles and thong sandals. She had managed to get a hold of lipstick to match the skirt and a headband of the same color to keep her hair from her face. Kibeth walked along beside her, wobbly and small, but her stomach round with food and hide shiny with oil, no longer exhausted.

"I think I may absolutely die of envy," she said dryly. Rochelle reached out an pushed him lightly in the shoulder, a returning stupid smile decorating her face. "So much sparkle~ so much grace and dignity."

She sighed overdramatically, earning herself a flick of dragon tail at her legs. But take the knots they did. She draped hers over Kibeths neck. The little dragon preened.

I say we Chase them when we are older, She droned, little head sticking out to sniff at the air. Maybe claw a few bronzes while we're up there.

You're a horrible influence.

One can only hope.

Rochelle reached down and patted at her. "Are you hungry, C'tis?" She liked to use his new name. It made her smile even more and bounce a bit. She'd not caught on to his anger yet, the bitterness, and simply existed as happiness for all three of them. "Too bad Bel ate so much."

Becka was attending the hatching feast, mostly to check on the health of the young dragons, see how they were growing and to see the new ones. She could get around easier than Bereck could. She'd heard about the hatching back at the Weyr while she'd been at the hot springs and she felt a little down. While she knew a few faces around the Weyr, the four people she knew best, besides Bereck, had all Impressed. While she never really had dreams of Impressing a dragon, she did feel a little left out. Even that Apprentice from Benden had Impressed. She was glad she hadn't been there though, it would have probably felt worse watching them Impress.

Becka sighed and squared her shoulders, remembering the reason she was really here as she moved towards where the Weyrling dragons were, eyes appraising them. Mostly pleased with how they looked, she knew Aleck's dragon wasn't here, after eating too much. Bereck had already seen to it. She dreaded bumping into that Rochelle, mostly because she didn't want to be shouted at or anything but she would do her job and appraise the girl's dragon regardless if she came across the pair.

Kindra was rather pleased when the Bluerider came up to her after recieving his knots, even more pleased when the Blue himself echoed the boy's bow. She didn't really have time to reply to him as he moved off, she barely had time to nod her head to him before he scurried off towards another Weyrling, presumably his friend.

She chuckled to herself, in her mind he had been suitably respectful towards her, perhaps he'd scurried off embarassed to have spoken to a Goldrider, well, perhaps she would be able to speak to him later on. She smiled as she awaited the next rider to receive his (or her) rider knots from her.

Guard barracks? That sounded terribly unpleasant. Completely the opposite of life on a farm, with all girls. F'en had been docile, quiet. Never had to speak up, nor had he wanted to. Honestly, a life without being noticed would have been fine, in his book. Just him and a dragon, that was all the company he needed.

" 'm not good with people. Only talked to my family," he explained awkwardly, forcing himself to look Wen in the eye. 

...Oh. The other man was a great deal shorter than him. Somehow, in his embarrassment, F'en had overlooked that fact. Perhaps it meant he was younger, as well. Making himself draw a steadying breath, he decided not to make a run for it. One conversation couldn't hurt. 

...Right?

He smiled, albeit uneasily, at the mention of protecting people. It was something F'en was used to, with how rambunctious his sisters were. He could hardly count the times he'd been left to deal with his parents while the girls ran off to play elsewhere.

"When you're as big as I am, you get used to lookin' out for people. Just habit. Especially trouble-making sisters." He explained, as though it made up for his obvious awkwardness. Maybe it did? Who knew! 

When Wen mentioned Tiakimerth, F'en turned to glance at the little blue. While he wasn't actively aware of it, his entire demeanor changed. The previously tense shoulders loosened up, he slouched slightly, and he was smiling. Not the fake smile he offered his grandmother when she asked about children, but a true and genuine one. How best was he to describe Tiakimerth? 

"He's my world," F'en started, still watching as his dragon pondered the puzzle of poetry. "He- he's funny and clever where I'm not. Good with words. But he's soft and kind, and we agree on that. Makes up songs and stories, just to try and make me happy. It's... He's perfect. He's home, and I never knew I needed him." 

Turning back to Wen, F'en was still sort of beaming about his dragon. He could not take pride in himself, but Tiakimerth? He could brag on the blue all day. People seemed to notice his spots, sure, but even under the pretty hide, Tiakimerth was incredible. 

"H-how bout you and Rynsemth? 'm glad he got a rider. I- I worry. But he seems to be doing really well," F'en stammered, realizing how rudely that might come off.

"N-not to be insulting! I just. It's a reasonable fear, I think. With everything that led up to this. Quite a scare." And in all honesty? F'en was happy they'd all been healthy. And impressed. 

Tiakimerth, on the other hand, was delighted beyond reason. Yes! A fellow dragon who cared for poetry! Out loud, he gave a delighted croon, ignoring the strange look F'en gave him.

He was silent, a moment, closing his eyes as he thought. This would have to be perfect! It was most important that it was.

But I hatched well, and so did you! 
And you found yours, and I found mine,
Upon the warming sands of Trine.
This tragedy makes us but stronger 
And we fear our enemies no longer.
Malvren now shall know my name,
And yours, my friend, shall be the same
For we are dragons, bold and true!
My friend, the black, and I the blue!>

Seemingly finished with his poem, Tiakimerth opened his eyes and regarded Rynsemth.

 

F'en, distracted for a moment, sighed in amusement. 

"I think Tiakimerth just made a poem for your dragon."

Roommates? Oh, right, of course. Iafri hadn't given any thought to that before, as she had plenty on her mind already. And now she had one more thing to worry about, as if everything else wasn't enough. She went rather quiet, and reached reflexively for Girofleth, who raised her head to make it easier.

That may be a bit much for mine, the green replied to her bronze brother. She is...easily overwhelmed, as you may have noticed.

Oh, look! It is our turn, she said to both Iafri and Laeonaith, Let us go and get those things that Ours are to wear. She bumped her rider with her nose, pushing her gently towards the goldrider despite her extreme reluctance to approach. You must, Mine. When you are done, I promise we will find somewhere quiet to sit, if that is what you would like.

Finally, the girl shuffled forward to accept her knots with quickly mumbled words that sounded like they might have been a "Thank you" before all but scuttling away. Girofleth was in less of a hurry, and looked up at the much larger Suunath with blue-green eyes. Hello, Mother. I am Girofleth, and I am pleased to meet you at last. Please forgive my Iafri, she does not mean Yours any discourtesy. The last few days have been very trying for her.

Said rider had soon realized that her dragon hadn't followed her, and returned to hover anxiously nearby.

I am sorry you were troubled on our account, mothermine, and that others had to hatch so far from home, but for my part I am also glad, though it is selfish of me; I would not have found Mine, had I hatched here. To be without her Iafri was a terrible thought, and worse still the thought that Iafri would not have her to keep her safe and happy, to teach her courage and all the other things she needed.

Twisting her hands, the girl nodded in response to the goldrider and said quietly, "Sh-she is pretty. Everyone says she's sm-small, but I...I wouldn't know. The big ones all look s-so big anyway."