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Startled at the younger woman's forwardness after the work was complete, P'athen managed a brief nod of assent, his gaze flicking over towards a trio of workers busily setting up a drink station.

Actions may be louder then words... but not for you. Speak up Mine!

Taken aback even further by his dragon's uncharacteristic interference, the bronzerider smiled weakly. "Ahh, forgive me Bethan, I am P'athen of Seidoshokuth."

"At lot has changed..and for the better I have to say..." He trailed off as he heard the other. A look over R'ael, which was not hard, and a pause at the strange hair. White like his grams but the other wasn't old the face was youthful. How strange.

Sonia chirped back merrily, preening as the bronze showed off for her. She ruffled her wings and looked alluring, as much as a green firelizard could at least.

"No, I'm sure we haven't met. You mentioned him before R'ael though." He thought the white hair and dark whiskers just looked hodgepodge rather like calico patches and had trouble turning a laugh into a cough. "I'm Kalhin, nice to meet you P..G'dor."

Up and back, N'tren went to change into some Gather clothes. He had no marks yet so had to rely on weyr generosity to get some nice things. His tunic was a lively green that nearly matched his eyes and his pants a dark brown. A pair of dark brown boots topped it off.

Running his fingers through his hair a couple of times, N'tren gave a little sigh. Here goes nothing, he told Datiath.

You will do fine. Go have fun. The bronze replied in almost an amused tone.

Taking the stairs two at a time, N'tren made his way back down to ground level.

T'bell lingered outside the doors, reluctant to enter. His stomach was doing that funny knot thing like when Liliath took a dive straight down without telling him...except he wasn't on her. He was standing there. On solid rock. Looking at the glimpses of people he could see through the doors like he was on trial for something brash and stupid.

Well it had been brash and stupid, but that was neither here nor there.

He frowned and stroked the pair of flitts using him as a perch. The long-tailed blue curled about his neck like a decoration. Flute, the gold, sat upon his free shoulder and craned her neck at the people. Those were her people and she wanted to see what was going on. Silly rider, it was only a flock of his own kind. He was acting like the blue. She trilled quietly and pulled on his curls, showing her impatience.

T'bell winced and gently detangled her claws with a sigh. "Flute, here..." He pulled her from her perch and she wrapped her tail around his forarm, looking at him expectantly. "Go find K'rel. You know K'rel?" His smile was relieved when she responded to the brownrider's image and he let her go. She immediatly swooped in above the crowd with her important mission. She'd find the brownrider, and then the meatrolls, but the two-legger first.

The greenrider lurked behind for a few moments until a mental shove from his dragon gave him the courage to enter the throng of people before the shove became the endless nagging Liliath was known for. There were so many new people, and old ones. It had been a long time since he'd seen any of them, with his absence and reassignment to the Harper Hall. He looked around for a familiar face, K'rel first on his list, then Lemurrin and Kirana if he could find them.


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Imirin pinched the dark-haired greenrider as he passed. T'bell jumped. "Just head in. S'not like they're gonna put you to hang fer runnin' off." The trader rolled his eyes at him. Those who knew him would know Imirin spoke in a teasing tone, those who didn't and managed to hear the low-spoken words would be surprised at his rudeness to a rider.

T'bell only shot him a look for his efforts and Imirin gave a shrug and a backhanded wave as he slipped into the crowd, making a beline for the food. The people bothered him, as did the cacophony of flitts and conversation, but the food called. Besides, a time on the road with nothing but that geenriders' sharding whers for company pushed one to the need for human companionship...if only for a brief time.

Flute whirled and banked, uttering a chirp at the familiar form of K'rel and dipping into his line of sight. With a triumphant trill she swooped back up into the rafters and sent her owner an image of where her target was.

T'bell ducked his head and slipped through the crowds with an inner curse. K'rel looked sulky. Maybe if the brownrider didn't want to be here very long it'd give them both a good excuse to leave early. Time was when the dragonrider had been equal parts Harper, and even still he caught bits of conversation and words formed on others' lips, but he'd once again lost the ease of being in a crowd.
He hoped he'd get it back once he found his footing in the Weyr again.
He made a quick stop at the food table and snatched up some pastries and reluctantly took the wine someone -it was probably Imirin- pushed into his hands before slinking over ot the brownrider.

He gave K'rel a sheepish grin when he found him and offered the pastries he'd picked as an apology. "I um...the crowd." He shrugged by way of explanation. That was the best excuse he could come up with for the moment.

"Well wait until you think everyone is looking at you." He leaned beside him and took one of the untouched pastries. "They're not, but I think they are. And I only just got back."
The spiced meat of the pastries he chose surprised him, it was no wonder Imirin had made a line straight for the table. He sniffed the wine experimentally, never having been much of a drinker. His nose wrinkled slightly at the fermented smell, but he took a careful sip. "Have I missed anything of Harper importance? Any drunken antics? Your drunken antics?" He elbowed the other rider lightly and took the oppourtunity to look around.

"Were you waiting long?"

T'bell groaned and hung his head, offering the last pastry. "I didn't think you'd come down so early. You could have sent Calt to let me know you were here? I may have come in more quickly..."

He eyed the brownrider's wine and smiled. "Another two or three and we'll get to see you let loose? I fear you'll turn into Siventh."