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"You're acting like an over-sized canine," E'si pointed out to his newly Impressed green dragonet. The pair had managed to find a spot on the ground to sit that wasn't in the immediate proximity of a group of females. Of course, whenever a girl seemed to wander too close to congratulate him, Miith would fix her with a level stare that clearly said 'go away'. Other than that, she was the perfect sweet heart, humming her pleasure at having E'si's devoted attention. Really, when there wasn't a girl around, Miith didn't seem bothered to be mean or agitated, rather the dragonet enjoyed just being able to curl up next to him.

The bulk of her body rested against his side, her tail curling lazily behind his back as she placed her large head in his lap. Miith wasn't concerned with the minor discomfort she was giving E'si, and E'si wasn't bothered in the least by his dragonet's display of affection. He stroked underneath her eye idly, far more enjoyng his time with her than with talking to anyone who came close enough to chat with him. Miith was all he needed, not the boundless amount of weyrfolk and holdfolk alike. All that was important to him right now was Miith.

I don't care. This feels good. A little high... aaahh, that feels good! Miith had put an end to her search for a victim from her clutch. E'si was a little relieved that she wasn't trumpeting around like an erratic glow - there was only so much of being dragged around that he could take.

I do want to talk to Galliath...

"Maybe in a little bit, they're busy."

Ceylith?

"...Don't you just want to sit here with me and digest your food?"

Dievath would be fun to talk to too!

"Miith," he groaned.

"You think you'd even remember it?" the blond youth chuckled, trying to guide the drunkard over to a bench. Fortunately, he was a bulky guy, and Dorin seemed a good deal trimmer than he was; Okassis could probably strongarm him into taking a seat if he needed, but rather suspected that the youth would fall trying to stand.

"Name's Okassis, and I think you can probably find a mite prettier dance partner than me. But tell you what," he grinned, "you find a Harper, I'll get you something to sober up with, and we'll see if we can't get you and me a girl each to spin around, eh?"

Charming. He'd barely gotten food for himself, and there was already someone falling-down drunk. K'pak did his best to edge past Dorinelic and Okassis without making eye contact, though Amalenth peered at them with curiosity. What's wrong with him? Is he sick? She lightly butted her head against K'pak's leg. He keeps stumbling, and he is very loud...

"Not sick," K'pak responded calmly, "just an idiot." A small silver lining to the problem that he was essentially carrying a one-sided conversation: K'pak didn't really care if the other Candidate heard him. He scanned the crowd again -- shards, it was hard to see the dragonets with all these people around! The older ones -- Faranth, that gold had grown fast! -- were clearly visible, but the just-hatched weren't tall enough to stick up above the throng yet. Still, he spotted a few familiar faces... and there was Zara, with her new blue! Recalling his mental note to speak to the fellow Healer apprentice, he made his way over.

"Zara, right?" he called, hoping that he'd be heard over the general noise of the feast. "Congratulations -- your blue's a handsome one." Lifting a hand in a half-conscious gesture to brush a few wayward strands of ash-blond hair out of his eyes, he paused awkwardly for half a second when his fingers met the now oddly short strands. He'd known he would have to cut his hair if he Impressed, as was tradition. And doubtless without the ponytail it would be easier to keep his head free of the infestation that ran rampant through the Weyr. Still... he liked his hair. He'd caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror before he came down to the feast, and frankly, he thought he looked silly without it.

"Right-o, then," Okassis (Oka?) agreed, giving Dorin a clap on the shoulder before abandoning him to battle the cruel forces of gravity alone. It shouldn't take him long, anyway - just a quick n** over to the table, virtually unwatched, where the rare server came by to get some fuddy-duddy non-alcoholic a mug of klah, and get a sizable dose for his Master Lush back there....

Looking at the pot of klah, Okassis seemed suddenly stricken. Visibly distressed, even. He looked around at all the people, realizing - if there's klah here, people must be drinking it. By the Egg, who drinks klah at a Hatching Feast?! It was one thing for a poor sod like Dorin who had drank himself dumb, but no one else seemed to be even nearing that level of inebriation yet!

This was a travesty, and it needed fixing. The easiest route would be to simply add some alcohol to the klah, and spread the love around - but of course, he'd been cut off. There was no way he could coax a glass out of the wine-women, let alone enough alcohol to spike the pot! He needed a plan....

Jiriar, it seemed, was not as manly or dignified as S'van; he crooned deep in his throat at the eager dragonet, gentle fingers scratching at whatever bit of the other's head he could reach. He was a little shocked at how soft the skin was, murmuring affectionate notes under his breath until the the boy's words caught his attention. "You want some?" He offered, petting at Gall's head one last time before he stood up. "Well, I'll let you and S'kagi catch up on things while I go do that, eh?" And that would be a sufficient enough bribe for S'van to let him fuss over Galliath!

Whistling merrily to himself, the man wove between the crowds to reach the pot of klah. One would have to be blind to not see how frazzled the young man standing there was, looking around as though he'd lost something. "You all right?" He offered, resisting the urge to click his tongue against his teeth. Guy certainly didn't look it. Maybe he could help? S'van wouldn't mind waiting a few for a cup of klah, he hoped.

And if he did, maybe he could bribe Galliath with some.

"They are, a bit." S'kagi admitted. "I don't drink alchohol so one of the staff was kind enough to put some on for me." He was fortunately blissfully unaware of the debate to put dreaded alchohol in his Klah. "Coriath insists I drink far too much of it, so if you want some go ahead. It's off in the corner..." He gestured faintly to one of the tables. "Doubt too many people have hit it up yet."

Looking for a possible harper, Dorinelic was finding that he wasn't going to have much luck by just sitting around. Standing, (or trying to anyway) he fell back into his seat. "....ANY BODY A HARPER HERE? I NEEDS ONE!" He yelled, voice booming louder then any sane person would attempt. His words were still slurred, and thus, he must have sounded like a drunken fool.

He slouched down, almost falling off of the bench. What was taking so long with Oka? Was the Klah bad? he did hear a story about a klah contest that had happened not long before his arrival...BUT SHARDS HE NEEDED A HARPER! Dorineic pulled out half a mark from his boot. his 'emergency' funds. Standing, (or rather sitting upright...somewhat), he yelled again. "I gots half a mark to the first harpur that comes 'n can 'elp me!" With that, he fell back onto the bench, back to his normal grin.

((OCC: if no one is a harper/no one wants to interact with him, I'll just have him grab a nameless harper from the crowd))

At Annelie's negative answer to keeping the dragonet, Yansanth hung her head in legitimate sorrow. However, it was a fleeting feeling, and after learning the small one's name, the larger gold grew excited and happy once more and completely forgot her previous sadness.

Mine! Mine! This is Kanath, and his His is um...starts with a 'ss' sound! Yansanth prattled as she maneuvered her head around Annelie's back and tried to push her forward more.

That's lovely, Yan -- stop pushing me forward The young woman twirled and side-stepped back around the large golden head, but the weyrling was persistent and only herded her back to the front.

The whole flouncing about caused the green flitter to swear and chatter until she finally fly from the woman's shoulder and landed in a huff on the far corner of the table where S'en had been previously. But the table held food, however, and soon the chittering ceased as Gnattie greeted her one true love: food.

Another rumbling croon echoed from the gold's throat and Annelie found the large head being pushed into her side and then her stomach in slightly rough affection. Yansanth gave the equivalent of a purr when the young woman began to rub her head, and she didn't stop purring and crooning even when she answered the ...ambiguous question from Kanath.

Why do I do what? she asked, tilting her head only a little towards the Bronze so that she could still get her pettings. Make funny noises? It shows I'm happy! Especially when I get scratched on my eyeridges! Has Yours scratched your there? It's oh so nice...

Yansanth made another chortle and turned her head back into Annelie. Anneelieeeee, tell Kanath's Person about eyeridge scratchiessss

I'm sure he knows --

Annelieee!

Annelie hesitantly looked over at Kanath and the man -- who's name she was unable to actually gain the knowledge of thanks to Yan's memory or lack there of -- and she swallowed. "Uh...Y-Yansanth said to tell you that um...th-they like their eyeridges scratched. ...If you uhm...didn't...alreadyknow...." she ended lamely before being lightly head-butted by Yansanth.