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F’in walked at the back of the group, all bruises and swollen face, a tankard of diluted medicine at his side as an on-demand pain reducer. His face was bandaged with fresh, white dressings and an eye patch was laid over top, to give the bundle a bit of style. It was something F’in had to consider – would he rather the bare socket or the patch? He wasn’t sure yet, not before the wounds healed and the scars could be seen.

Walking at his side was Conroith, as proud as punch to be with Hers, her head held high and a jaunty bounce to her step. Her injuries had mostly healed now, swept aside in the initial spurt of growth and rest after hatching. Mine, look at all of the people! There is much to see! So many games! She tilted her head to look over at her fellow green Sirinth, Sirinth, Yours likes the music too, right? Mine will dance.

F’in laughed a bit, patting his green’s head, “That’s a bit ambitious right now, love. Maybe though.” He glanced over at K’err, his grin goofy and at ease , “She’s convinced I’ll go dancing to the music.” The farmer boy tugged his shirt down and settled his pants as they were presented, glad that someone had been kind enough to lend him something semi- formal to wear – it wasn’t perfect, but given the crowd gathered, he didn’t think he stood out either.

When Banshideth addressed them, Conroith puffed out her chest, Mine is whole, Banshideth! And I am well. We stand ready for our duties! She gave the mental impression of a good natured salute and F’in chuckled. The festival had put the green in high spirits.

Conroith’s attention was caught by Leszyth and Imbeleth and her sense of play lead her bound off after the two, calling out happily. She reared up and tried to flop on the larger bronze hatchling, broadcasting to both, curiosity evident in her mindvoice,What are you doing?

F’in laid a hand on K’err’s shoulder and gestured to the food table, “I was told the riders and folk put this together for us. I think it would be unkind not to partake, hm?” He smiled and his stomach growled – he’d been unconscious for most of the day and hunger was gnawing at his insides something fierce now that the smells of roasted meat had hit him.

He started to where Ceirrys, Vesin, and Vosin had gathered, waving as he approached.

At his mother's compliment on his headwear, Tikth paused, his eyes becoming greener than before. I thank you, Banshidheth... But it does tickle my eyeridges so. He gave a little shake to readjust his hood, only to have it flop down over one eye. He sighed, and looked back for his rider, who had vanished in the few moments the black dragonet had taken to converse with the golden queen.

A short distance away, beyond a few tables and groups of feastgoers, Lucayr had followed his ears to the group of harpers who were already playing. He recognized the song right away. With smiles and nods for each player who looked up, he placed himself among them and waited for the next chorus before adding his gitar to the music.

Meanwhile, Tikth gave a startled chirp and looked around, shaking his head again to uncover his hood-blinded eye. He could not see Lucayr anywhere.

Av'nia and Druith

She liked to think that things were going... well with having a room mate. Certainly Av'nia felt much more comfortable then before. With sharing a room that housed... all the candidates. And her room mate wasn't that intimidating either, which helped out a bunch. But then the feast was being set up and she was going to have to attend and find something nice to wear...

You'll look beautiful in whatever you choose, Niamine. Druith had told her. Many times already.

In the end, Av'nia wore a simple long sleeved shirt in white with a long dark skirt. She kept running a hand along her arm as they made their way towards the feast, the girl trying hard to stick to the wall and out of everyone's way. Except that wasn't going too well right now with a certain blue prancing at her side. Druith was excited for this... party.

It will be fun! And you have me with you. There's no need to feel so intimidated. And... you look lovely to me. He crooned, bumping his head under Av'nia's hand until she kept it here as they walked. And when they finally arrived... his eyes lit up in fascination. So many happy pairs! And people! And oh! That was Mother speaking to them! Thank you, Mother! Mine and I are well. Though Mine seems to not like the crowd. I will try and make her more comfortable.

Her eyes widened in surprise. There were... so many people! And food. The former drudge had never seen so much food before. True, she'd been enjoying a little more than usual since coming to the wherhold. But not like this! She didn't even know where to begin! "It's... all so much." She murmured, sticking close to Druith. Maybe they could hang around the back? There seemed to be less people.

Druith, on the other hand, saw two familiar siblings lurking about. Imbeleth! Leszyth! He paused, seeing another sibling bound after them, a giggle raising in his mindvoice. And Conroith! What are you three up to? His tail swished from side to side in anticipation of what the three were doing.

Z'radi and Rotatonth

As if Z'radi was going to miss a party.
When it became clear that the Masterhandler was too cheap to pay for a proper party, Z'radi was happy to rise to the occasion. Despite this being a Benden celebration and her being from Malvren, Z'radi and Rotatonth were happy to pitch in.

Rotatonth herself did not like parties – they were wastes of time in her opinion – but work was work, and work was good. She was happy to take on the duties of ferrying in goods and entertainers. It was the most they could do, honestly: Z'radi herself didn't have much saved up. Despite the pair's practicality, Z'radi was terrible at saving.

And when she walked into the party with a big grin, it wasn't hard to see why: her riding leathers, though not flashy, were clearly of good pricy quality. Of course, she went right for the drinks...

growled Rotatonth in annoyance. The bulky, pebble-textured green was resting firmly outside the weyr and away from the party. Not that she did not like people – she was simply not a party dragon.

she retorted, joining the cheers for the new weyrlings and taking a large gulp of alcohol,

She was headed towards the harpers, when a startled chirp alerted her to the easily-hidden presence of the little black hatchling with... a hood! What a hoot! “Hello there!” she said to Tikth, obviously not expecting a reply as she toasted him, “Welcome to the world!” she laughed, oblivious to the hatchling's distress...

Jamarin and Atibonth

Kynigoth!> greeted Atibonth, pleased, though he soon turned back to his mother, trilling happily in kind.

he said, curiously, he hummed thoughtfully.

he asked,

Jamarin ate warily, if uncouthly, as his dragon conversed. Food. So much food. And it was good, too! “Its...” he swallowed. “It's a...”

But the image of a guardsman had come up in his head, and had been picked up by Atibonth. Thats downright wierd thought Jamarin at the feeling, muttering into his food unhappily. He'd have to get used to it.

Mother> explained Atibonth,

Jamarin picked up another plate of food, and looked down to see his dragon, large eyes begging. asked the dragon, opening his mouth. Jamarin dropped a piece of wherry into the maw and ate the rest. He'd have to get meat for his dragon, he supposed. said Atibonth.

he said, pleased.



Jamarin licking the grease off of his fingers before wiping them on a napkin. “Sure.” he said. Why not.

commented Atibonth.

“Mmm...” he said. Normally, it was his twin that appreciated food – maybe even appreciated it too much – but Jamarin could appreciate food: he could appreciate it indeed. “Why?”



Jamarin growled, something unintelligable about manners and stupidity, but he did start towards a washbasin and begin to wash his hands a little. It was hard, indeed, to argue against good sense – which his dragon apparently had in spades. It actually made him feel a little inadequate... in a good way.

Mother. I do wish for you to see him...> the blue was excited, indeed, to have his rider meet his mother.

Malta and Poecileth

Parties were hard, and Malta soon found herself adrift, rather than mingling. It was a familiar situation for her, one she was sure that her dragon could easily avoid. Her dragon, though sociable, did not fit into the crowd's well... though, this being a weyr, she did try. She walked near her rider – and was the only reason why Malta was not quailing at the sight of so many people.

Poecileth let her drift. This sort of thing was good for her rider, and let her grow as a person.

she said, noticing one of the proud young greens with her bonded at a table,

Malta smiled, relieved at the long-awaited sense of direction she had been craving. She went over to the table. “Hi!” she said to J'on and Karath,, her dragon looming behind her, “May I sit with you?”

Poecileth said to Karath, pleased that Malta hadn't needed more prompting.

Tikth was just on the verge of panic when the jovial "Hello there!" rang out. His head went straight up in surprise, and he blinked bright yellow eyes at the rider who'd spoken. He debated speaking directly to her to see if she knew where Lucayr was, but his shyness won over and he ducked back into his hood. The harper couldn't have gone far, and Tikth could feel his merriment; whatever he was doing, he was enjoying it! Tikth sent out a tentative query, fighting the urge to telepathically shout at Lucayr for walking off without him.

Busily strumming away at his gitar, Lucayr hit a slightly sharp note as Tikth's querilous thoughts touched his mind. He was able to partially mask the mistake by switching to an alternate harmony that made the note sound almost natural, then he subsided back to an easy set of chords that would allow him to concentrate on his dragon without messing up again. Tikth?

Yes, Tikth! the dragon growled in his head. Who else would it be?

You couldn't keep up? Where are you?

Where are YOU?

The harper couldn't help but find humor in the situation and cracked a smile. He spotted Jikkiri and his brown dragon approaching and decided to guide Tikth through the scenic route. The boy was a gentle soul, but his dragon certainly was not, and he dared not risk harm to his much-smaller black Tikth. He smiled again, this time at Jikkiri, acknowledging remembrance of their shared effort to help the unfortunate boy who was mauled at the hatching... and by the very same brown that now shared a bond with Jikkiri.