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When it came down to clothing, Jemi hadn’t owned much. She had outgrown what she had left home with, and recycled it into her patchwork coat for warmth. She had uniforms but they were candidate uniforms and she wasn’t a candidate anymore. She did have something else but it felt wrong to wear it when Wen wasn’t about, considering it had been a gift.

She smoothed the dark rich brown linen tunic and hose. It had room for her shoulders and she could wear her candidate doublet with it and not look overly silly.

Lanceth replied, sprawled out along the bed. It wasn’t shiny, but it certainly was better than boring gray. Her eyes spun blue green in pleasure.

“You’re right.” Jemi donned the clothes, smoothing the silky length. It was just so pretty. She grinned slightly and looked over at her dragon. “You’ll outshine them all,” she said went to find Cai.

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Lex loved to make a scene, hence his clothing tended to be bright shaded. He was partial jewel shades and if he could get away with wearing purple he would be stylish. He had brought his favorite garnet linen tunic, his ivory and fawn quilted doublet, and dark gray hose. He could go with time honor classic jet black, but ehh, he felt like the gray.

They had taken off all his fabulous if fizzy curls which kept him from wearing his favorite hat. He did love his tunnel snake skull hat. So instead he wore his favorite scarlet silk scarf, on his black tool leather belt, and included one of his tinier skull clips that kept his scarf in place.

A braided leather and scrimshaw fang necklace completed his outfit and he descended on the fest with a grin and his bronze flit following him at shoulder level, landing and giving a happy trill of greeting. While, yes. He was indeed the most handsome bronze flit ever, wasn’t he?

Valdene (V'den) and Suuyeth

Suuyeth saw a lot of potential in this clutch as the big brown came over to talk to the big blue. They would grow up to be big, beautiful males... excellent! The bigger the better, that was what the tiny blue thought. he reassured the big blue,

V'den finally managed to catch up to her agile blue, who had apparently inserted himself into the convrsation between two pairs of weyrlings. Wonderful. “Congratulations.” the time-rider said to Poecai and Qyprenna, “I apologize for Suuyeth. He was very excited to meet you.” nervously, she regarded the children. Shards, how long had it been since she had been a weyrling. Forever. she thought, Forever with a few centuries on top. She backed away, urging her dragon with her. “You should try the food.” she said lamely.

protested Suuyeth.

she admonished him,

Suuyeth's attention thus caught, he began to trot off after his rider. he chirped to the new-hatched dragons.

Drudge Kialynka

The day had been a whirlwind. First breakfast had been dismally interrupted by the hatching, then the kitchens had gone into full swing production for the feast for way too many people, in Kia's opinion. She had had waterlogged hands for hours after from washing so many dishes, and tubers. Not to mention the numerous small cuts that stung from the tubers she'd had to peel. Stupid work better suited to someone else, but they wouldn't trust her with any of the real cooking.

When she wasn't doing that, then she was fetching wood for the fires, and seeing to the dogs turning the spits. The teen was grateful when it was all said and done and she finally got a chance to sit down, rest, and eat something. Mostly a soup, since they could eat at the feast after the others had eaten. All that food just sitting there waiting, and she couldn't snitch a bit. There was just too many eyes in the kitchens right then, though that didn't stop her from thinking about it.

After eating it was back to work. This time setting up the weyrbowl for the feast. Countless tables, chairs, and table cloths; she wondered were they all came from. Then bringing out the plates, platters, and bowls of savory foods. Kia stood near the beginning and ensured each guest that approached her table got a plate or bowl. When the dishes emptied she called for more.


Vosin and Tiaeth

It had been an eventful day. Vos was fairly pleased with the clutch results, and she bet the blue sire and his rider was too. Even better, all the hatchlings had been healthy and found their riders. That for her had been the most successful part. Now they could all relax and enjoy the feast and new riders. Vos had cleaned up, and put on some fresh clothes. Her bright red hair was braided back; two small braids starting at her temples swept back into the main braid of her hair, which was only braided half way down then left free. When the wine started to flow she'd drunk lightly, so she'd have some dignity during the feast, but then all bets would be off. So in high spirits, she arrived at the feast proper. The sound of lively tunes brought hope that she might find some energetic dance partners tonight.

Try not to get too boisterous Vosin. You wouldn't want to scare anyone. Tiaeth had settled himself with a good view of the festivities. He was looking forward to seeing if any of the weyrlings showed up.

Pish, if I scared them, then they need to learn how to have fun. Given the time, she didn't think that would be much of a problem. If anything they were probably more relaxed in this time than they had been in her own. Vosin was determined to enjoy herself tonight. She hoped Keli could convince Ves to come too, and she hoped to see Esre mingling. Since she'd already started drinking, she wanted some munchies before she went any further. Vosin mosied her way through the crowds toward the food tables.

"We should pay our respects to our guests, and then a dance would be lovely, I think," replied Shylla with a small nod of her head. Satisfaction looked good on C'tis's visage, and something about the added warmth to his personality was infectious, filling her heart with lighthearted bubbles as if she were still a giggly candidate. However dashing he was, though, Shylla was only looking to impress him politically. If all went according to plan, she'd be impressing another bluerider this evening as well.

Shylla took the end of her elegant train from her squire and dismissed him to the festivities, walking side-by-side with C'tis until they reached the High Table. She curtsied first to O'ail, her eyes lingering a bit on the woman, then to their other revered guests. "Lady Regent, Weyrleader, welcome to High Reaches," she greeted each in turn, her voice warm and vibrant. "I hope you are enjoying the festivities."

Ra’fe didn’t stiffen but certainly spend a few seconds taking in Elane that had nothing to do with how she was dressed, he had seen it, but where possible weapons could be stashed. She certainly was low on the list of riders he cared to see or expected to care to be seen with him. He debated momentarily on the benefits of a dance oppose to rejection, he could hand her off so someone else considering a dance was timed by music.

He nodded finally, lips twitching a slight bit into a smile. “I am not overly fond of dancing, but I will keep from stepping on your toes, Elane.”

“Thought I should look festive… it the only nice thing I have, since the last growth spurt.” Jemi played with the hem, self-conscious and flushing slightly. “Yeah, yeah… I’m ready as I ever am.” She looked over Cai and nodded. “You look good, but then, you always look good.”

Lanceth grinned brightly n her dreams, a flash of gold and warm flames. She flicked her tail, letting it brush against Laufeth’s in a teasing motion.

Well hello! Re'ka looked Sarai up and down with a rather salacious grin. "Always! You're one of the timeriders, right?" There weren't so very many of them to keep in mind and Sarai was more memorable than most for rather obvious reasons, she and that female bronze rider who always dressed so well; mmmmmh.


"That sounds like an excellent plan," C'tis agreed as they turned together and made their way over to the high and mighty folk. The heir to Tillke Hold seemed thoroughly enthralled by O'ail's talk of action and derring-wozzit, a bit of a change from his shyness earlier on.

"Indeed so," C'tis chimed in after Shylla's greeting, throwing a formal salute to the two Weyrleaders and then offering a bow to the ladies and he supposed the boy by extension. "I am very glad that you were able to attend," he added as an afterthought, and the thought that came after the afterthought was 'and I hope the people who didn't bother to show up sorely regret it'.


"Psh, well there's the big grin on your face, that gave me a clue," Bereck replied to R'soua with a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. "I'm glad that all the hatchlings Impressed safely and we didn't have any major mishaps. The girl who got her face scratched by that green should be alright." There might well be some damage to the vision in her right eye but he was hopeful that it wouldn't prevent her from serving, though it might preclude joining a combat wing if it was significantly impaired.