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Keela nearly cringed as an all too familiar voice called out her name. Shard it, not him. "B'nas," she replied dryly, smoothly removing his hand from her back without drawing attention to them. "Has it been a while? Can't say that I really noticed. Also I've no idea what you're talking about." There were some times when the brownrider could be entertaining, but at the moment she wasn't in the mood to deal with his overt flirtatiousness. She didn't want to do anything to risk setting her green off sooner than necessary if Taith really insisted on waiting till they returned to the Weyr. Sure, they could go now to be safe, but that would also mean there would only be blues back at home (and knowing her proud green, she'd rather take the risk here where there were higher Benden colors present than be denied her choice).

Isn't that Milnth's rider? Taith asked, glancing about for the brown in question. He was surely nearby-- Ah! There he was! Was he flirting with a runt? Ugh, disgusting. (Nevermind the fact that said 'runt' was way bigger than her. It was still a runt in her mind.) Well, she'd have to fix that. Milnth! It has been a while, she called out to him, heading over the brown's way with chest puffed out and head held high. You're looking quite well. I've heard you were a rather close contender in that queen flight. Yes, she would right this wrong and distract him entirely from the other female. Her current 'condition' would likely help that along very readily.

The greenrider rolled her eyes. "Again, it would help if I knew what you were talking about," she replied wryly. She had to smirk a bit though at his remark on the ancients though. "I take it you're not pleased with the decision then either?" Keela remarked, heading for the drinks. She didn't bother looking back to see if he followed-- she knew he would. "Unfortunately there's not much we can do at this point. The choice has been made and we can only hope for the sake of our dragons that it works."

Next time you'll just have to swipe back then, she replied, eyes whirling with mischief. Can't play nice during a Flight you know. It's all or nothing.

S'kor was mingling slowly. Not really talking with anyone, but more listening a little as he passed groups. Like he expected some were pleased about the choice and others were undoubtedly annoyed. Only time would tell if they had made the right choices.

Scarath, I'm going for a quick chat with the Weyrleaders. Shout if you need anything. S'kor turned his footsteps towards the group of leaders. It didn't seem like many had approached them yet. He looked for one that was currently unoccupied.

A soft rumble came from his chest. 'That is good Mine. There are many interesting actions.' He was watching the interplays between dragons as his rider observed their riders.

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Wykla hung along the outside. How had she gotten involved in this? She wasn't sure her name had been pulled randomly from some group. With all these extra riders not from Melvren, the young girl was doing her best to stay out of trouble.

"Don't look so cheerful." Kazvar grunted, holding out a small, cheerfully chirping green flit at arms length, as though he were somewhat hoping someone would come along and relieve him of it's presence.

Being an stubborn lurker himself, he'd noticed pretty quickly when he wasn't the only one glowering around the edges of the gathering.

"That's my job."

Zeren probably would have mockingly fallen over, or some such similar gesture, since Kazvar hadn't exactly made a habit of making jokes.

The little green chittered with even greater excitement at the sight of the brown, trying to wiggle out of Kazvar's grip to go investigate, as Kazvar quirked an smile that looked more like someone holding the corner of his mouth under some kind of threat.

"Seems to be the common consensus." He shrugged. "Unhappy with the company, or the decision?"

She rolled her eyes yet again. "Please, I'm a greenrider. I've had quite a host of 'bed mates' as you put it over the past eight years, so excuse me if I don't remember you more than any other specifically." Yes, she remembered that Milnth had flown Taith before, but it didn't particularly matter to her (nor did it give her any further clue as to what he had been talking about before). At his comment on Atypes, she quirked a brow. "I don't quite think this is the place for any such remarks."

I didn't say injure, just swipe at, she replied, not brought down by his frosty tone. Close enough to make him back off, but not enough to actually injure. But whatever, what's done is done. All I'm saying is that if you hope to catch me, you're going to have to work for it. She sauntered by him, tail brushing teasingly against his side as she scouted out the area for other possible males. From her Weyr anyway (though she was reluctant to admit a few of the other ones looked rather fine as well, and she definitely wouldn't say no to a bronze if he tried).

Akaya, Sleeth, the brown greeted warmly, happy to see the two familiar faces. Yes, there is quite a bit going on here. And you have grown up quite lovely, Sleeth, he complemented. Of course, still not as lovely as a certain other green of his liking, but she would likely still have quite a selection of suitors in her first flight. Have you both been well?

S'ren meanwhile had reached the drink table and was not currently paying much attention to his brown's conversation. He was still thinking over the matters that had just transpired.

Thank you! Akayamine and I have been well, though mostly we have been keeping busy. There was training and then here and here has been so full of different things... Sleeth's wings flared out slightly in excitement, and had to tuck them back in, eyes whirling green. And the Harpers here! They have sea-songs!

"Sleeth has been very excited to hear new material," Akaya added, amused. Of course with draconic memory, "new" was a bit of a misnomer. "And now that we are starting to have free time again, we can work on practicing together more." It had come in handy, scales and the like, for working on their mental bond, so they'd never truly not practiced music of some kind or another. But, as rider with an adult dragon, the pair ought to have a little more time for frivolous endeavors like dragon choirs. Well, unless even utilizing Ancientcraft as a solution required them all to spend days searching for plants again.