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W'rick nodded in respect. "I knew a lot of miners when I lived with my uncle in Benden Hold. My uncle made tools for the miners. They told some great stories." With all the dangers held in those deep shafts, F'law must have grown up quickly. He certainly seemed more mature than some of the other weyrlings. W'rick liked that. He often had trouble fitting in here because of his maturity - not that he cared what they thought.

W'rick reached for his cup but stopped short when F'law spoke up. He looked at P'ne, surprised at her. From the start she seemed a bit odd to him, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it just made her hard to figure. He had no idea that she was gay. Even if he knew it wouldn't have bothered him in the slightest. Who was he to talk? He hoped the excitement just made her a bit ditzy. Surely she wouldn't disregard her dragon's safety just like that.

”We may take you up on that,” Pectolath said gratefully. It was nice to know he would have a quiet place to go if he ever needed. ”If you ever need anything you only have to ask. Mine is good hearted and hard working, he will certainly help Your's if you ask.”

When Suunath came over and greeted them, Stromath paused in his feeding to give a respectful bow to the gold. It is a pleasure to see you, Suunath.

K'en was very much surprised not only that Kindra had come over to speak with him, but that she was also offering him a plate of food. "Ah, thank you," he replied with the slightest flush, accepting the proffered plate. "My name is K'en; well met, Kindra. And yes, Suunath is quite lovely. Congratulations." And this was why it was his brother who chatted up all of the women and not him. Where had his ability to speak suddenly gone?

You have spent too much time being silent, Mine, his dragon said, only half kidding. You need to practice stepping out of your brother's shadow.

... Yes, well, the shadow was comfortable. Less heat there.

... Mine.

It was a joke, Stromath.

Gneisth answered cheerily. He hadn't had any idea. It seemed they were getting along well, too, if they'd kept together for this too. If she were to feel shy about approaching the other dragon, Gneisth could certainly introduce them.

"I am indeed! As I suspect you are too," B'nen said with a smile. It wasn't that uncommon to not have met a fellow weyrborn, especially if you weren't fostersibs or didn't run with the same crowd. "We were rather pleased with it ourselves! As for confusing folks, well..." Rather than answer her properly, he simply winked. Just because he was pretty sure Stromath wouldn't let the twins have their fun with it anymore didn't mean B'nen couldn't imply they still would... And he gave Brynja's tale a laugh and an enthusiastic nod. "That sounds about right, straight to the falling for it again! Maybe your experience in witnessing your brother's folly will serve you well though." He nodded again to her question. "They did place us together. I suppose they figure if we can share our mother's womb, we can probably manage to share a weyr with ourselves and our growing dragons."

Gneisth suggested. However, any attempts to move for the meat were thwarted by the Weyrleader's stepping up to make his important announcement.

B'nen listened carefully--oh, there were the golds then. But there would be another transferring in? He wondered if that would still be on the condition of the first gold to Rise became senior--he'd assume that would make for a tempting transfer opportunity. The ground rules came as no surprise--it wasn't like they had changed in Turns and Turns or anything. Sure, going without sex and alcohol until Gneisth was full grown was an inconvenience, but he wasn't going to fuss about it. Some of the others gathered, he glimpsed, took the 'news' slightly differently. Even B'nen had to resist the urge to groan at the idea of lessons starting at dawn. Well, lazing around had been nice...

He turned to Dezima and Brynja, gesturing to their draconic partners. "I know Gneisth would love to pay the tables a visit," B'nen suggested, nodding over to the food. "Would you all like to join us?" As he glanced over, he could see one of the new queenriders seemingly chatting up his brother, and had to fight to hide a smile. Oh, he had to hear this--

"As it is to see you Stromath, i trust Yours is well?" replied Suunath after a bite of meat, getting comfortable, ensuring Hers waasn't about to run off from socialising with her weyrmates.

Kindra smiled "Good to see you K'en, aaah ... you were one of the brothers that Impressed am i right?" she asked, remembering the two boys that were very alike, impressing the two dragons that appeared to be very close. "Suunath suggested the plate" she admitted, taking a bite out of one of the meatrolls she'd grabbed, at a loss for words as to what to converse about really. She supposed she had better ask about the dragon but at the moment she would wait.

Out of the corner of her eye she spied the thin greenrider seemingly being told off by another rider and she wondered what was going on over there, shrugging she promptly ignored it, the Weyrleader would deal with it if he had to. She didnt have a problem with the restrictions, well ... enjoying a glass of wine was nice but it wasn't a big deal if she had to go without for a while, there was nothing she was going to do to risk Suunath, her beautiful glorious Suunath.

((As P'ne drank alcohol, please take the following action Ane:

- Roll 1d10. If you roll a 1-6, Pyrth gets a 'point' of confusion
- Five posts later roll 1d6. If you roll a 2, a 3, or a 4 she gets another confusion point.
- Five posts after that roll 1d4. If you roll a 3 or a 4 she gets another point of confusion

- This is five and then five more posts in the thread total, not five posts by you.

The three rolls represent alcohol taking full effect.

If Pryth gets all three points of confusion, she goes between. One point and two points will cause her to become deeply distressed, but she will not suicide. Even without any confusion points she will become somewhat distressed and confused.))


While W'lin couldn't see the contents of P'ne's cup he did hear what the other Weyrlings were saying to her.

Wine.

She was drinking wine!

Had he not just told them all about the danger? Was she stupid? It was hardly as though this was the first time the rule had been laid down, along with some other basic essential matters it was covered in candidate lessons. Face going white with fury as he heard her nonchalant dismissal of her 'mistake' the Weyrleader shove his chair back with a screech and strode down the table towards her. "You!" he bellowed, only just resisting the urge to strike her. "How dare you?" Silence spread out from the bronze rider and heads turned towards him like ripples spreading out from a rock dropped into a placid lake. "Have already forgotten my words just now?" he demanded, hands clenched into shaking fists. "Have you forgotten your candidate lessons? You may already have killed your dragon, you stupid girl!" It defied belief. How could anyone be so unthinking, so careless with the life of their dragon? If Kestril were alive.... But she wasn't. There was only him, and may he be drawn between if he allowed this to go unpunished!

"Beginning tomorrow you shall be taking on trip chores until further notice," he hissed, "of course that's assuming your dragon still lives on the morrow! You will remain here for the rest of the feast but you will not be taking part. Sit and look to your dragon girl, keep her focus on you if you want her to live." Jaw clenched, W'lin swept the other weyrlings with eyes that positively blazed with fury. "Let this be a lesson to all of you!" he snarled. "The rules are in place for a reason! They are not to be flouted on a whim, and forgetfulness is not an excuse! These young dragons - Yirath's last brood - entrusted their lives to you, and rely on you completely! You are the future of Pern, and if I see or hear of anyone else endangering their dragons by breaking the fundamental rules I have just laid down, and that were laid down in your candidate lessons believe me you will live to rue the day you were born!"

The Weyrleader turned back to P'ne then, glaring down at her with a mixture of fury and disgust. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, wretch?"

F’law had just presented the cup when the Weyrleader’s voice boomed out. It certainly startled him a moment. As the man approached their table, the new rider took a step back. W’lin must have excellent hearing to of heard his soft words to the greenrider from across the cavern and over the general noise. He made a note to watch how loud and what he said in the weyrleader’s presence. His eyes glanced to W’rick to see how the other member of their table was taking it. Zurith gave a soft croon to Pyrth. He silently watched P'ne and Pyrth leave the table.

From the very beginning of the Hatching Feast, Lilah had been focused on, well, the feast. It wasn't just food, it was sharding good food, even better than she'd expected, and that was more than enough to hold her attention. Though she interrupted herself now and then to scratch one of Rhodonth's itches, which only seemed to be multiplying, she chose to keep to herself and eat in peace rather than socialize. The green was a little disappointed, as she wanted very much to mingle with her clutchmates, but clearly Hers was hungry the way she'd been hungry when she hatched, so she would wait until the girl was finished.

...but then the commotion began, and both turned their attention to the fury of the Weyrleader as he unleashed it upon P'ne. Lilah's mouth hung open. Sure, she had some doubt that all the Weyrlings - including Rhodonth and herself - would survive to adulthood, what with eventually learning to fly and flame and go between, but not surviving the Hatching Feast? Never underestimate the stupidity of some people.

As she realized what was happening, Rhodonth's eyes immediately whirled yellow and white, and she dashed from Lilah's side, intent on going to her green sister. Pyrth, Pyrth, I'm here! I love you! Don't go, you just have to-

The striped dragonet was cut off as her rider caught up to her and seized her by the tail before she got very far, at least preventing her from intruding physically. "Stop, Rho," she hissed, crouching to both hug and restrain her. "You can't help them, you have to leave them alone."

But Mine, she has to know!

She knows, okay? You said it. Now drop it. Rhodonth and her fit would only add to potential confusion, and that was the last thing they needed. She could make things worse instead of better, and Lilah most certainly did not want to be responsible for that.