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The past three days had been… interesting. Going from Holdless visitor to Junior Weyrling had very sudden and unexpected, and rather abruptly she found herself dealing with numerous well-wishers and the needs of two baby creatures. It made for a very busy time, but Nyasa plowed ahead with Vesaldyth supporting her all the while.

Vesaldyth. For the most part, Nyasa had adjusted to Vesaldyth’s presence well enough. The idea that she now had someone that would always be there for her was a strange one, but far from troublesome. In fact, the only troublesome thing Nyasa now found herself facing was the fact that she was tied to someone she couldn’t – or at least shouldn’t – hide things from; it was proving a hard habit to break.

< Mine, we must meet my Hatchmates! Come Mine!>

Well, maybe not the only thing Nyasa was having trouble with. She quickly found out that Vesaldyth was more social and friendly than her. Many a-time she had found herserlf trailing after her partner, sticking to the background until the Green dragged her into the conversation. This time was no different, Vesaldyth practically prancing up to a cluster of other dragonets while Nyasa trailed slightly behind.

< Hello! I am Vesaldyth.> she chirped happily to the nearest dragonet, one Nyasa remembered scuffling with the hissy Green.

Laeonaith informed his sister. Hers did seem to be timid, but Laeonaith felt certain that with Girofleth's help Iafri might find herself opening up eventually. There was no time for further conversation, however, as Iafri and Girofleth had reached Suunath and Kindra, and he and His would be next.

Laeonaith told His. he added, prancing a little bit, his tail knocking into a passerby and nearly tripping them.

"I will be more careful." Eiran told his, dismayed at the thought of having upset the girl. But it was hard to feel dismay for long, especially when Laeonaith pranced around with that sharding ladle. It was just too funny to watch. There was no staying in anything but a good mood around his bronze.

And then it was time for them to approach Kindra and Suunath. Eiran grinned at the goldrider, though the grin was a little shaky. He knew there were a lot of eyes on them, and that they would all take this opportunity to pass judgement of some sort.

"Hello Kindra." He said, bowing deeply to her and to Suunath and shooting Laeonaith a mental warning to, for the first time in his shiny new life, behave at least a little circumspectly.

Admittedly, the gangly bronze approached Suunath with a polite gait, his head held high the way folks would expect a bronze to walk. He even managed a respectable looking bow. But this was belied by the ladle in his mouth, which he dropped at Suunath's feet.

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Ahmenna didn't really care to speak to the other girl but she gave a short laugh when the other girl mentioned social skills of a wherry. Kharmeen had often said something along the same lines. "I have been told I am about as social as a drowned feline. I prefer to think I am cautious with who I chose to speak with..."

Phiroth supposed the other green was not so bad. Staying close to hers, she gave a slow bob of the head.

"The weather is how it always is. Which is to say it is dull. Either sunny or cloudy. Rainy or not. But it's there and it is not a storm." Ahmenna replied, her voice not really giving much away in the way of feeling. Still, the girl at least had the appearance of a hard worker. And if that was the case, then Ahmenna already felt a little more relaxed.

"No," Set'al agreed, and grinned unrepentantly when his dragon sent him a wave of disapproval. Cepheith wanted Hers to go out, and wanted His to help, so of course Pipith wanted the same thing. "But I have a feeling we'd hear about it for days, and I don't know about you, but I actually like to sleep occasionally." Keeping him awake - or waking him up way too sharding early - was Pipith's very favorite way of getting back at him for things, and a very effective one at that.

The bronzerider's primary interest - aside from self-preservation - in any Hatching Feast was the food, so if his sleep hadn't been threatened, he would have been just as happy to skip it...which actually sounded kind of fun. There was something delightfully subversive about the idea of snubbing an important social function with someone who was supposed to be responsible and turn up for these things.

"We could just eat, drink, and leave," he suggested, to further dismay from Pipith.

Mine! He rumbled his annoyance at his rider as he settled beside Cepheith. They are both contrary today. Maybe we should have told them not to come, and then they would have wanted to.

Kindra kept a small, hopefully reassuring smile on her face for Iafri. "She is now but when she was hatched she was considered weak.. now look at her" she gave a small chuckle "don't let anyone tell you otherwise dear, your Green will grow soon enough.. and quick enough" she gave another chuckle "there may be a point you'll wish she'd stop growing" she tried to lighten the mood since the girl was notably very nervous.

Suunath rumbled, and let help her head still so that her small hatchling could balance against her if she wished. "Very well Girofleth, when you and Yours have the time you are both welcome to come and talk to me and Mine, i am glad you are here with Yours" She gently withdrew her head slightly to look to the next hatchling to arrive.

Kindra turned from Iafri then and to Eiran "in the Weyr Eiran you would call me Weyrwoman Kindra, or Junior Weyrwoman Kindra.. or just Weyrwoman" she corrected him, not unkindly but enough to remind him that calling her Kindra, for the moment, wasn't quite proper. She was impressed that he, and his .... lively .... Bronze bowed respectfully enough though.

Suunath's eyes whirled as Laeonaith approached, something clamped in his jaws and she was highly curious. The bow was good, repsectful but Suunath didn't mind about that as much as Hers did, not with her Hatchlings. "It is shiny!... what is it?" she asked him as she bent her head to nose at the ladle, Hers would know what it was but at the moment she was busy with Laeonaith's.

“ Mm. There’s an unfortunate number of dimglows, and they might be contagious.”

Stupidity was something Nyasa had no patience for, and unfortunately it was something she encountered more frequently than she’d like.

< It is good to watch. Mine watches, but she is too quick to judge and dismiss. She doesn’t like many other two-legs.>

This seemed very odd to Vesaldyth who, even though she didn’t like everyone she met, still wanted to meet peopl and give them a chance.

Nyasa opened her mouth to make some other comment, but was interrupted by a pop and a screech. An eye-searingly green flitt appeared and immediately leeched onto Nyasa, clinging to her arm.

“ Didn’t I tell you to stay?” She asked, eyeing her cling-on, and just as the flitt opened its mouth to screech a reply, Nyasa stuffed it with a piece of bread she’d magically procured. Distracted, the flitt set to chewing the chunk of bread, and Nyasa gave Ahmenna a look as she gestured to her flitt.

“ Have any of these little beasts?”

"I know; being a tailfork is one of my major skills and redeeming features," C'tis drawled as he sought out a place at the Weyrling table. "Maybe he doesn't like me," he added with a shrug, "always hard to tell how he's feeling... well he seems to like you anyway." The new rider might have been able to keep his face and voice more or less neutral, but the unhappy little noise from the blue beside him and the dulling of his bright eyes rather gave the game away. "I'm... sure he just hasn't got back into the habit of getting out and about," C'tis added rather lamely as he took his seat and reached for a platter of roast meat.

Shaking off his rider's moment of sadness and uncertainty Malcarreth turned to Kibeth, eyes brightening up again. There were a lot of things about the Weyr that needed changing... perhaps if he could persuade Kibeth and Bel they and their riders might leave the stupid place and go over to the revolution. It was certainly worth bearing in mind.