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Jessan was trying really hard not to mope. He really was trying. But some part of him could help but wonder if there was something wrong with him. His three close friends, one of this his cousin, had Impressed! And now, he had stood three times and three times walked away not being completed. Then there was the fact that so many were acting ill and getting sick. He would have to watch out for who his next room mate would be... Jessan did not want to get sick.

He had dashed back to the room and changed into regular clothes. Even though the hour was late, the Feast was just getting started. Which goes to prove that a good party could be thrown any time. Maybe, maybe he could ask his friends if he could help care for their dragons when not in lesson. The boy could hope. Trying not to let tears streak down, Jessan spotted his friends already in a tight circle with some others.

"Hey guys! What am I calling you know?" He raised a hand in greeting.

The attention of both greens had turned to him now, and Uktenath had to consider how to answer them. Ianquith, Kadiath. You have done well by you and Yours; I am glad, he answered, angling his head a few degrees downward in a dignified nod. The timid green caught his eyes for a moment more - was she all right? She was acting a bit strangely, and it puzzled him. Perhaps O'asis would know... but ah, it wasn't important, and His was so happy! Watching her for an extended few seconds more, he broke his gaze away. Ailurath was there too now, and he wondered that he hadn't noticed her before then - he would need to be more alert.

At least he was unsurprised by Asceth and His. Uktenath met eyes with the brown, calm and poised as ever. O'asis is Mine. There was no reason to say more than that; ergo, he fell silent, turning his attention to the rest of the world.

Snapped back to reality by J'riar's jeers, O'asis went wide-eyed and blank for a moment - then, almost just as he had with Nandeli, he roared a laugh and grabbed Ianquith's Hers off his feet, going the extra step to catch up his legs and hold him princess-style in his arms.

"How's this for a proper greeting, then?" he asked with a goofy smile, then was struck by a surprised look anew. He staggered - no, it was fake, but the effect was no doubt startling to the poor sod in his arms. "Shards! You'd better get on a diet, or that poor little green'll never get you in the air!" he exclaimed, dumping J'riar back on his feet.

Then came over another boy - one of the new greenriders, O'asis thought, but was honestly unsure - and clapped him on the back. "I don't think we have," O'asis agreed, turning to offer a hand. "I'm O'asis, and mine is Uktenath. Who is yours?" It took him no time at all to get used to speaking in those terms, the same that Uktenath used; it only made sense to him, really.

"Dorin!" O'asis addressed the boy cheerfully, but there was a slight bit of annoyance clear in his posturing. "S'van won't bite you, and you don't need to try so hard to impress the rest of us, eh? Don't tell me you have to drink to have a good time, now!" He remembered full well how Dorinelic had been at the last Feast, and if his inhibitions were so bad to cause such a transformation... well, clearly, he just didn't spend enough time around the likes of this group!

He looked like he had something else to say, but something cut him off before he could begin. Mine. The cheer vanished from O'asis's face as he heard the note of stern warning in Uktenath's voice. Over there, someone has fallen down....

"... Someone fell?" he echoed, glancing briefly around. He'd figured the heat on the sands had been the problem before, but for someone to have collapsed here.... "'Scuse me a minute," O'asis said, a bit louder, and began weaving his way from the group. Uktenath, too, rose to follow His, pushing his way past people with little care if he caused them to trip or stumble.

No sooner had they broke free of the group, however, did O'asis meet the deathglare to top all; C'ren, giving him a look that suggested if he did not erase the memory from his mind that very second, he would be in for it. Uncomprehending, O'asis stared as he hurried F'sey from the Feast, his Uktenath pulling beside him.

Mine? This happens often? the bronze asked.

"... No," O'asis answered back, furrowing his brow. "No, it doesn't...."

Absorbed in his own thoughts, Anont barely registered the Dragonet approaching until she was nearly upon him, sitting before him with bright eyes. Well, that was new. Quirking an eyebrow at the Dragonet, he was quiet a moment in observation. Then, pausing to glance around at everyone else- (Who's dragon was she again? Some girl he didn't know, sadly)- Anont crouched slightly to meet the Green at eye level, smiling softly.

"Hello there." He crooned softly, tentatively raising a hand and slowly placing it on her head. There was, he would admit, a certain level of fear in his action- it was the closest, sans the Hatching, he'd been to a dragonet. And now... well, here she was! At the feel of her hide under his fingers, he couldn't help but grin a bit wider. He'd been right about how absolutely adorable they were! Without realizing he was doing so, Anont began petting the Green with more confidence.

At her bonded's approach, however, embarrassment shot through Anont, and a slight flush spread through his cheeks. Standing as quickly and smoothly as possible, Anont offered the same smile to the girl that he did her dragon. She seemed kind enough, at any rate.

"It's nice to meet you." He spoke quietly, though not without confidence in his tone. Removing his hand from Lernaeth's head, he offered it out to the new Weyrling.

"I'm Anont." He amended, looking between Lernaeth and the girl with awe. "Congratulations on Impressing such a beautiful girl!"

I am not going anywhere near all those girls! So I am in bed and I am waiting for mine to get back from talking to all the girls. I will give him a sandbath so he doesn’t get me dirty with all the things girls are dirty with. But, where are you, Galliath? For added effect, she made sure her bonded heard exactly what she had told Galliath, and as a result E’si visibly winced, lips curling down into a little frown as he thought of what would happen when he got back to his cot. In hopes of distracting himself from his fate, he focused his attention on the conversations going on at hand, rather willing to jump into anything at this rate if it would block out the subtle warnings his sweet, darling little green was sending him.

“Ah, yeah, I got to watch some of it.” But by the tone of his voice it was clear he had just gone for something to do rather than being invested in any ‘friends’ Impressing. At some point in the Hatching it had been more interesting to watch all the people get sick and collapse than it was to actually watch the dragonets stumbling around, trying to find their chosen bonded. His blue eyes flicked briefly to S’van’s friend, who he was sure didn’t care one bit for him, if only because E’si did agree with his choice of an easy lay. Ah well, there was only so much one person could do to get someone to like them. “Congrats, O’asis, he’s really handsome.” There, he was nice and polite. Maybe he should wait and see if jaws dropped.

But, he was quite sure he was the one making a funny look, taking a small step back as S’van went around hugging his friends. E’si knew about physical touch, shells, he knew more about it than a lot of teens his age. That also did not mean he knew much about this kind of touch, this heavy celebrating, friendly manner in which they embraced. It made him eye S’van as if he were an enormous and deformed trundlebug, with too much awe to show any disgust at the action.

He figured J’riar would be easier to talk to, and thus turned briefly to the new greenrider. Oh, Miith would definitely be grumpy with him tonight, but he couldn’t help it. “Congrats J’riar!” and there it was, true and genuine enthusiasm. “I’d say she’s the most adorable green I’ve ever seen, but I’m sure Miith would sit on me until my rib-cage collapsed from all her weight.” Again he had to turn his attention elsewhere, to the other new Weyrlings to congratulate. His attention remained brief on K’riwar, but enough to be proper and polite. “Hello K’riwar – congratulations on Impressing.” He’d already used the ‘most adorable green’ comment, so he thought it’d be bad to circulate that through again.

To Jessmet he remained brief as well, since he didn’t exactly know her. “And to you too – congrats.” This was… definitely going to get tiring. “And you… N’tos?” and he was just going to go on and on like this, he supposed, until he got through with them all, giving a brief nod to Nandeli, though he doubted she noticed.

He glanced over his shoulder, just in time… okay, he did not want to know why it looked as if someone was carting off a drunken rider to their weyr… Back to the conversation at hand!

Oh Faranth. The Weyrlings were looking over here! C’ren simply stared back before he got his glarebeams up and tried to tell them, through sheer powers of glare, to mind their own business. His heart wasn’t in it though. If F’sey was lucky, they’d assume he just couldn’t hold his liquor. Once Zara was holding up F’sey’s feet, C’ren very carefully started to hustle the man out of the Weyrbowl and to the Infirmary. At least he would have plenty of company from all the sick people. Between C’ren and Zara, at least F’sey had been carried to the Infirmary quickly.

Faranth. Please let him be alright… he thought to himself.

Ailurath was rather enchanted by Kia as well, although she had no intention of interrupting Reneneth. She was distracted by Aeron's posturing; couldn't he see the other little cousin was not being harmed? Her eyes began to whirl more quickly. Why didn't he like her and Reneneth? What was wrong? The little green crooned softly, at once worried and trying to convey apologies.

"What?" Jessmet asked as O'asis strode away across the Bowl. "Did someone else faint?" she asked the group at large. Jessmet had been vaguely aware of some candidates falling during the Hatching but she had assumed it was a reaction to the heat.

"...Sorry. It was still a bit...awkward. Even you must admit that." He face was beginning to fade back to more normal colors. "And, no, I don't drink typically. I have as you might have guessed...a low tolerance...though, it seemed like a good idea at the time." He paused realizing how he must have sounded. "Ah well...its over and done with. Hopefully, it will never happen again." As soon as he finished his words, he saw O'asis's face change. "Something-" Then, before he could get his words out, O'asis was off. "Well, I guess something must be wrong." The ex-smith shrugged. It was probably none of his business.

Nan's words did send him into a bit of confusion. "Um...still...You have a new role to play. Its only right I show you the proper respect you deserve. And...really...what do you mean by 'greens'?" He was smith, (or rather, he had been a smith). How was he supposed to know all of this wyer jargon? "Anyway though, who are all of your friends. I don't think I've meet any of them, but, I'm quite sure I've seen them before."