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"M'haal, bonded to bronze Toranth. I saw you Impress, just before my dragon found me."

He turned to offer his steady smile to Layn and incline his head respectfully to her, then to the rest of them. Better be polite as well as friendly, he thought, knowing his odd, slow manners usually gave the impression of a particularly thick drudge...but they were his fellows and he did have his bronze. M'haal took his seat after a moments hesitantion. This seemed to be as good place as any, with so many talking and eating. The movement almost looked practised - just shy of graceful and too careful by far.

"Yes, it's odd being weyrlings now isn't it? But it's a good kind of change. Already I can't imagine not having Toranth."

"I was better at singing before I hit my seventeenth turn. Round about then, my future started to look a bit shakier. Hard to go from a high pitched singing voice to one much deeper." he gave a playful grin and added "I think people should sing if they enjoy it, good or bad, it's a nice pasttime, relaxing."

He thanked X'lias for the words of encouragement "Wow, you were only thirteen? Nice to meet someone from the other end of things. But yeah, you are right, it's the dragons choice and I'm not one to question it, they know more than we do about who is meant for them from what I gathered on the sands." He certainly felt for X'lias not being able to join the others. Being held back like that would bother anyone. He returned his attention to the discussion of age again and nodded agreement "Yeah. And those robes...totally not designed for someone of our age." he tried to supress a laugh. "I had to look hard to get some that weren't entirely scandalous." At the time it had been cause for massive panic and fretting but now his anxiety just seemed funny.

Syleti paused as she eyed the feast, not so much out of shyness as indecision. Which group to thrust herself into first? With a gleam in her eye, she spotted a group of attractive males, and promptly made her way over. "Hello there," she said cheerily as she arrived. "And how are we doing this fine evening?" She grinned at herself, even as a part of her mind was busy wondering at the consciousness she could feel, linked to her own. "Syleti, rider of green Erith. And is it nice to hear that!"

"Ireth? Pretty name. Congradulations to you too." He looked Syleti' way and raised a hand in greeting, thinking it rude to stop talking to Layn everytime someone else joined the growing goup at their end of the celebrations. And by the First Egg, did they have things to celebrate - Impressions new and old.

"I expect we'll all get to know each other well when we're all training together and looking after the dragonets." M'haal looked pleased at the idea. No longer would he be simply doing the normal chores he'd been doing since he arrived at the weyr - now his days would be spent with Toranth...and these other weyrlings. A whole new life now.

Saeryan strode carefully towards the table where most of the newly Impressed weyrlings converged, picking up a piece of fruit as she neared. Careful not to inadvertently hit someone, she tossed the object into the air a little ways before catching it. True to her nature, the girl's eyes shone in a relaxed, playful way.

"Congrats, you guys!" Shining her fruit on her tunic, she casually took a bite. She wasn't incredibly familiar with anyone in particular, having been one of the last Candidates to arrive for this particular Hatching.

(belgh, short. will get longer as I progress I promise x.x)

T'bell had taken his post with a few other harpers in providing entertainment. After the hatching he was in high spirits, and Liliath was much the same. Off and on he would provide accompanyment on his flute to those playing while he kept a watchful eye on the new weyrlings and took each one's measure.

A break in the music let him pad down from the stage and over to the table of refreshments, where he gladly snagged himself some wine to soothe his throat. Zephyr's nose warred curiously with T'bells' efforts to drink until the greeenrider barred the way to the blue flitt on his shoulder with a quiet chuckle.

His eyes settled on X'lias for a moment, marking the boy as one to watch. Ariath and Ephia must have been proud. He stood conversing with J'riar, who for his impulsiveness wasn't really a bad sort.

With ears open and one of the tiny tasty pastries in hand T'bell tucked his flute into his belt and wandered amongst the crowd.

Nevaeh stood just at the entrance of the lower caverns watching the fesivities as she leaned back against one of the walls. She knew so few people here even after how long she had been at the Weyr. She kept to herself and usually only conversed with Javareth. He always tried to con her into talking to someone. A pretty girl walking by or even a handsome male. Today was another day where he was at it again.

Talk to someone Nevaeh love. It's a joyous occasion and you look like a rock poking from the cave wall. Javareth's voice echoed in Nevaeh's mind. She never really liked it when Javareth tried to push her into the crowds. Sure she wanted friends but she still missed her old friends.

Folding her arms over her chest with her flute in hand Nevaeh stayed put and watched all the happy faces and listened to all the excited chatter. 'When I want to converse J, I'll go converse. She replied mentally to her blue.

Javareth snorted mentally in her mind. I know you. You'll never move from there until you get tired and just come back to the weyr.

Oh well.

(And my intent to draw in a rper was met. twisted )

Nevaeh turned her head to look at the girl now standing next to her. She quirked a brow at the girl taking in her appearance taking note of her as one of the new Weyrlings. Nevaeh! Javareth's tone was scolding as he knew her intent was to ignore the girl. Nevaeh cursed inwardly knowing she'd never hear the end of it if she didn't talk to this girl.

"Yeah it is... And yeah I'm a rider. You're one of the new weyrlings right? Impressed a... green?" Nevaeh asked as she placed her flute back into the holder she had for it on her belt.