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 Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 4:28 am
You are big, Kanath says, more than a little obviously as he continues craning his neck to look up at her. Yes, she's still very big. And very conversational, too. He may not think quite as fast as she talks, yet; her first question gives him definite pause. While he's yet to see a grown bronze proper, like he is her now, he can't remember the big gold from just a while ago being particularly scary. They're dragons! Dragons by nature aren't scary. After all, he's a dragon too, even if he is just a small one. And so is she, so why?… Not to me. No, that doesn't make any sense to him at all. Maybe something happened…
Her next inquiry prevents him from dwelling too deeply, though. I am Kanath, and S'en is mine. Yansanth… He makes note of that. He also makes note of the person creeping up behind her; the one who taps her as she turns to regard it. That must be Hers. He watches them a moment in silence, his whirling eyes a mixture of curiosity and increasing confusion. S'en, he calls uncertainly, peering over his shoulder.
His isn't far at all. Kanath finds S'en right where he left him, standing just off to the side, watching wordlessly, but with rapt attention. His quest has been temporarily abandoned in the presence of his young companion's encounter, and his undivided attention makes it exceptionally easy to pick up on the dragonet's thankfully mild distress. "Kanath?"
The little bronze gives an equally little rumble, and conveys to him a feeling of discontent. While 'discontent' is generally a broad thing, S'en takes it to mean he is too far away and moves closer. Wondering what could be the matter, he pauses at his dragon's side. But Kanath only leans against him, enjoying the reassuring comfort of closeness, as most babies do, and fails to volunteer satisfying his curiosity.
Well, this is a little awkward, even to him. He's left silently looking on the gold and Hers, wondering if he should say something, and if he's breaking some civil ethic by failing to do so. Not that he thinks it really matters, mind, but he does like to know what rules he's breaking. And the dragonet pressing, albeit gently against his knee isn't really helping his sense of social discomfort. He'd really rather drag both their hides someplace at least a little more secluded.
That sentiment seems to rile Kanath from his temporary lull, and straightening himself, he looks back at the tall gold. Yansanth? Why do you do that? That… strange thing, his puzzled tone seems to say.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 4:40 am
Tsunake "You'd be surprised, I'm quite sly when I want to be." Jiriar offered, a light grin on his lips showing that he was teasing. Until, of course, the man introduced himself as a dragon rider--a bronze rider, at that. His face readily fell, and mentally the man tried to think if he'd said anything that might damn him before he gripped the offered hand and shook it firmly. "Well, Shards, suppose it's something of an honor, then..." He left the unspoken 'I think' off. Was he supposed to treat the other somehow different? Impressing a bronze was a big deal, and he mindlessly took another sip of his wine to steady his unexpected awkwardness. To think he'd be saved by that mischievous boy he'd met down at the lakeside. "Sovann!" Jiriar unconsciously got to his feet with a wide grin, clapping the boy on the shoulder. "Er, Shards, S'van. Knew you had it in you!" And now an openly curious stare was turned towards Galliath, and the lanky man shifted a little like an overeager child. "...Er, no, not interrupting. Was just talking to S'kagi, here--you can tell him I'm a dimglow, eh? You know firsthand..." His eyes would roam over his friend's dragonet, clearly appreciative and a little awed. "S'van...one of the ones from the Klah-off." S'kagi noted, demonstrating that he did in fact remember. "That was an...interesting contest. Congratulations on impressing." He noticed the look that Jiriar gave the dragon, and hoped a little bit that that desire would either be impressed, or soothed by another, easier to obtain goal in the future. He did wish, shard it, that it was easier to tell who would actually impress.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:53 am
FerretPrince
After the lecture from a man younger than him----only a few Turns but, to C’ren, that was enough----the Greenrider made a beeline for the offerings of wine. Mm… good ol’ alcohol! A symbol of humankind’s never-ending spirit and their determination to get drunk or high off of whatever was available. Vox had reappeared once more, his little belly full of food and whatever else he had managed to beg off of Candidates. Since Pyrite was contentedly resting on one of C’ren’s shoulders, the fat blue took up place on the other one and trilled at his owner.
C’ren waved one hand idly and said, “Damn flits… more trouble than they’re worth, F’sey. They really are.” Seven nights of watch duty? And it wasn’t even as if anything was going to happen! That was what whers were for, for crying out loud. Not for dragonriders like himself.
Oh, C’ren… don’t be so bitter about it! Look at the bright side! It’s not seven nights of work. It’s seven nights to get to know Ialluth and Hers better! Seven nights of sharing and… and story-telling and learning and bonding! Ceylith refused to be put out about this. While she didn’t fully understand why Hers had gotten in trouble, she knew it had happened somehow.
But, this was just another glorious opportunity. Now, if only she could get C’ren to see it that way…
The Greenrider snorted at his dragon’s insistently cheerful thoughts. She just never shut up sometimes. And, all the while, C’ren kept an eye out for a likely victim. It was a good thing that the Greenrider didn’t see S’kagi, otherwise he might have ‘accidentally’ dropped a plateful of food on his stupid long hair. Man probably had lice too. Long hair seemed to attract it. Gathering up some food---and a few bottles of wine---- as quickly as he could, C’ren retreated back to the dragons and F’sey.
“I hear they’re no longer sending out active Searches,” he commented. And that was too bad, since it gave him something to do, and an excuse to get away from this lice-infested Weyr.
"Really?" F'sey looked over, distracted. Hell, if he'd seen S'kagi, it'd be quite a challenge not to punch the bronzerider in his smug little mug. Oh, those terrible rules about no fighting. What absolute garbage. But that aside, C'ren had a few bottles of wine. F'sey raised his eyebrows and gazed at the younger greenrider. "I do hope you don't intend to share with anyone else but me," he said, before he tipped his head to the side.
"...did someone just say my name?"
The greenrider raised his head and glanced around. Wait a minute. He knew that weyrling!
"H'DRA!" he bellowed, no regard for the other boy his friend was speaking with. "COME OVER HERE!"
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 10:05 am
H'dra seemed quite surprised by S'van's suggestion, but surprise quickly turned to relief. It wasn't that he didn't like talking to the young brownrider – he was most certainly very nice – but talking to new people was hard and he really did want to see F'sey. The fact that S'van noticed this and saved him the trouble of having to excuse himself only improved his opinion of the young man. "Ah, thank you very much sir. And thank you, Galliath. Please don't let him bother you too much." He gave a soft squeak as he was gently shoved in the right direction, but didn't stumble this time.
At least, not right away. The sound of his voice being bellowed across the dining hall nearly made him jump out of his skin. It was F'sey! The greenrider was here! Perking up instantly, H'dra made a beeline for his mentor, eager to talk to him. They had so much catching up to do! But who was this? The bluerider hesitated when he caught sight of C'ren, shyness getting the better of him. Did he introduce himself? Or did he say hi to F'sey first? H'dra glanced between the two of them, before he finally made his decision, "Hello F'sey sir! And to you too, sir." He nodded in C'ren's direction.
Dievath, meanwhile, was very pleased to be allowed to talk to another dragon. 'Hello Galliath! I am Dievath! Yours is very nice to talk to Mine like that, and I am sure you are very nice too! I am glad that you hatched! You will be a very good dragon. I know these things.'.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 10:18 am
It stood to reason that now that, for the first time since he had arrived at Ista Weyr, Marko had a sharding good reason to be playing his flute, the only thing he wanted to do was get ahold of some of the food laid out on the tables. Hatching Feasts were wonderful occasions, and while Marko might not approve of the unhealthy number of dragonets in the crowd, he certainly approved enough of the food to disregard the beasts for the time-being. All he wanted to do was get ahold of some of that grub.
It was a pity that he was actually working as part of the entertainment, tonight. Not that he could complain; he loved his flutes. He did. He loved them enough that he had left his best down in his room and had taken a handful of less well-crafted instruments with him to the Feast instead. The weather at Ista would be the death of his flutes; the panflute he had bought only a few sevendays ago from a local craftsman was already starting to go out-of-tune. Sighing to himself about that, Marko selected another instrument and started up with the rest of the impromptu group of Harpers. After this number, polite or not, he was leaving to get himself food before it all got snapped up.
The songs the group was playing were simple ones that Marko had memorized a long time ago, and instead of focusing on keeping an eye on the group, he let his ears do that thinking for him and instead took a look at the crowd. There were too many faces to notice any of them outright, but he did notice a few Candidates he seemed to acknowledge as vaguely familiar. Other than that...Marko didn't really recognize anyone. He had few enough Weyr acquaintances, didn't particularly want more, and was perfectly all right with this situation. Tomorrow, he would go see if any of the discouraged Candidates wanted to head back to Harper Hall and return to their real craft.
But for now...the song was done. Excusing himself quietly from the group, Marko packed his flutes away in a small pouch, slung the pouch over his shoulder, and waded out into the crowd. Avoiding the worst of the presses of humanity and jumping out of the way of a sharding enormous gold dragon as she pushed her way through the crowd, he made his way to a table that seemed to be vaguely less crowded than the rest and helped himself to the meal.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 10:21 am
Pendra hadn't attended the last Hatching Feast and decided it was best to at least make an appearance. She delayed a bit in the candidates quarters debating what to wear and settled on a light dress in tan with a red-brown vest embroidered with leaves. She wouldn't look much like a disappointed candidate, but the pretty clothes made her feel much better. With the outbreak of lice her mother had trimmed her hair quite close but the style worked for her delicate features.
The shy beauty made her way through the lines and grabbed some fruit juice and a couple meatrolls. Other than the crowded candidate quarters this had been the first time Pendra had really seen the full extent of the Weyr's overcrowding. "There's so many people here," she said aloud shocked at the prospect of finding a place to sit...
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 3:42 pm
“Who says I plan on sharing it with you?” C’ren raised his eyebrows right back at F’sey. Alright, so he had intended to share at least some of it with the older Greenrider. After that little run-in with S’kagi, who wouldn’t want to drink a little and whine about the uppity Bronzerider? Honestly, give some kid a Bronze dragon and suddenly he tried lording it over everyone else! One had to wonder if, in a few years, that new Goldrider would turn out the same way…
C’ren idly tore off a bit of meat and offered it to Pyrite. The Gold flitt sniffed it before turning up her nose at the offering. It didn’t please her, but it certainly pleased Vox who barely even tasted it. He just scarfed it down. Any further offerings were forgotten as F’sey yelled out for someone. Now that was unexpected. Apparently, F’sey was capable of making friends besides just other snarky Greenriders.
“C’ren. Of Ceylith,” he introduced himself in rather broken sentences since he was currently trying to eat and keep Vox away from his food at the same time. “Shaffit, Vox! Leave off!” The blue firelizard showed no evidence of understanding the words ‘leave off’ and continued to try and sneak some food. “You Impressed one of the Blues at the last Hatching, right?”
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:36 pm
Done whittling, a small wooden dragon in a sleeping position rested in Dorinelic's hands. Shards, his hands! Half drunk he had nicked them all over. The pain was hardly noticeable however, under his drunken state. He could hardly see straight, the fact he had even managed to carve proved to be a miracle on its own! Standing up, he knocked over his empty glass, along with a few items from his plate. His plate? When did he get a plate? Shrugging and smiling, he shuffled out from his seat, falling over as he reached the end. "Oh~The sand is cold~" he whined. Sounding like a child, he hiccuped and got to his feet, somewhat steady. Stumbling his way to the table, he tried to grab another glass of wine, only to have his hand swatted away. "Oh~But its so warm, and the sand is so cold now!~" He sang in the air.
"Can't I have sum mooooore~?" He began to sing in an off key note. "Its so warm, the sand's so cold~" His voice might has well have been screeching then singing.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 9:55 am
Oh, shells - someone had beat him to the "singing drunk" point. Okassis was off on his game today!
He was gracious in unofficial defeat, however. He made his laughing way to the wine table, grinning at the kitchen girl manning the drink. "Oi, I think the young Harpermaster here is thirsty!" Okassis informed them loudly. "Not a good idea to let his throat go dry, you know. After all - the longer he goes without drink, the loud he has to sing for it." Leaning on the table, he gave the attendant his most persuasive smile.
And promptly found himself cut off as well for his daring. Fardles!
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:28 am
Kiriwar came into the feast a bit later than others, having been caught in the crowd, but now that he was there, he was lit up, delighted by the bustle and hype in the room. He grinned broadly and walked in with a bounce in his step, looking around for anyone he might now. He hummed softly and peered through the crowds, moving to get himself some food while he was at it. There was so much bustle -- he loved it. Maybe he could find Sovann -- er, S'van, and congratulate him...
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:22 am
Miss Cherie Oh, I like him, Galliath commented, entirely enjoying the attention. "Gall says he likes you." Not that Jiriar was hard to like, of course, but...! "What's this I hear about you not Impressing, huh? If anyone should have a dragon, it's you." After all, Jiriar was so good with animals, and everything. Not that dragons were proper animals anyway. They were (in Galliath's case, at least) much too pushy for that. "I wouldn't call you a dimglow really, although I suppose you can be a little oblivious," he said innocently, widening his eyes slightly to complete the effect. Gall had apparently caught on to the warmth in S'van's tone because he wasted no time at all in interrogating him about his friend. Is he the one from the Hatching Sands? Galliath asked curiously, 'leaning' on S'van. "No, that was someone else. He was the other one, remember?" Oh Faranth, he was going to seem crazy to everyone he came across, wasn't he? Ryugen "S'van...one of the ones from the Klah-off." S'kagi noted, demonstrating that he did in fact remember. "That was an...interesting contest. Congratulations on impressing." He noticed the look that Jiriar gave the dragon, and hoped a little bit that that desire would either be impressed, or soothed by another, easier to obtain goal in the future. He did wish, shard it, that it was easier to tell who would actually impress. "Does he, now?" That'd been enough to bring a broad grin to his tanned face, clucking a fond note to the dragon before he glanced up with surprise at the other. "Eh? Oh..." He rolled his eyes, flapping a hand dismissively at S'van, shrugging off whatever emotion wanted to roil up. "It's not so bad! Just means it wasn't my dragon. Better someone else gets the one that matches to them best, mm?" A grin would be shot at S'kagi as well--the bronzerider probably didn't know how much he'd helped to ease his own worries. Well, so long as he was eligible for being a Candidate, he'd be here, no matter what. No dragonet would go Between just because he'd gotten discouraged and gone home, not if he could help it! "...Can you... talk with him?" He finally asked S'van, frankly honest as he stared at Galliath again. "Can I touch him? Does he mind?"
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:32 am
"Well, sure. I can talk to him." Of course, it was more like he could think or speak and the dragonet would respond. Tell him that he may touch me! With a kittenish charm, the dragonet trundled over to Jiriar, attempting to garner further attention. "That's a yes. Definitely a yes. He likes the attention, you know." Shards and Shells but S'van was relieved to be free of the oppressive guilt, if only for a moment. "Yes, the one from the Klah-Off! You remembered. I'm flattered, sir, and thank you." S'van patted the brown dragonet, who perked up when Dievath's words became more and more complimentary. The dragon was very smart for a blue, wasn't he? You are just... so self important, Gall. Galliath. Not wrong, though. Right. Of course. Hello, Dievath. You are a wise blue, the brown offered, pleased.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 12:12 pm
Jessmet had lingered for a few moments in her quarters, dealing with yet another bout of post-Hatching disappointment. She'd sat with Trundlebug in her lap, crooning softly to her, until another girl stuck their head in.
"Aren't you coming to the feast? Dinner was interrupted!"
Jessmet nodded. "Of course, I'll be right there." The other girl dashed away, presumably looking for other stragglers. Jessmet pinned up her braid, set Trundlebug on her shoulder, and traipsed down the corridor to the main caverns, and out to the Bowl. She was hungry, after all, and her fire lizard would want a snack.
Grabbing a handful of meatrolls from a passing server, Jessmet peered around trying to find anyone she knew. Aha! There was S'van with his lovely brown hatchling, talking to S'kagi and another young man who looked vaguely familiar. She angled herself in their direction, not wanting to interrupt, but meaning to congratulate S'van.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 2:12 pm
Turning around to face the person who called him a harper, Dorinelic gave another loud hiccup. "I'mma no hurpurrrr." He slurred the word, "I'sa SMITH!" He thumped his chest and almost fell from the act. "But issa allllllllright. I dun need no wine! I can sing PERFECTLY FIIIIIIINEEEEE~" He 'sang' once more before falling fully over...and onto the floor, grinning like the fool he was. "Who's you say you was again? 'm Dorin-" He hiccuped, mixed with a bit of a burp, "-elic." He smiled up at the man. "Uoo wanna sing with me?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 2:28 pm
Looking at the smiling hump of drunk at his feet, Okassis seemed jointly amused and hesitation - the first because, well, it was always fardling hilarious when someone couldn't hold their liquor, and the seconds because, well, it was also potentially dangerous. Okassis liked his shoes just fine without the colorful contents of a happily sloshed stranger adorning them, thanks kindly.
"Shards, anybody got a prop for this poor soul?" he called out, laughing. Reaching down to clasp the fallen Candidate's arm, Okassis hauled him up forcefully to his feet, ready to steady him in case Dorinelic couldn't handle his own wait. "Maybe they had you pegged - you might've had enough singing for one night, eh?"
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