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Scarath peeks over his shoulder and wing as the large bronze speaks to him. He trills happy to be noticed. 'That's alright and thank you! I'm Scarath and they have tasty food here. Have you tried it?' S'kor notices Scarath glancing back and peers around him. Seeing the bronze is the focus, he gives a chuckle. "Notice you when he got a moment eh? That was nice."

J'iura was having a hard time keeping his facial expression neutral. He had spotted the knot of ranking riders conferring awhile ago, and had gravitated nearby in case a too-loud word might reach his ears. What he had managed to hear threatened to pull a grin from the blackrider's mobile features, but a grin would be most inappropriate given the occasion. Abigail was certainly every bit the Weyrwoman, and J'iura found that he felt a stirring of pride when he thought about the future prospects of Trine under her leadership. Allies with Malvren? Benden leaving? It was all just as he would have liked it!

Likewise satisfied that the top brass wasn't getting too uncomfortably schmoozy with the Benden riders, J'iura looked around for Kelvari, who he had lost after arriving, and was mildly worried about. The girl had been a little too quiet since Impression...

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Kelvari, I am not hungry, we do not have to be near the food.

"My stomach grumbles too you know." The girl replied, looking down at the little dragon reproachfully.

But your stomach is not grumbling, you are just afraid. I do not understand why, this is our home and we should not be afraid in our home.

"That is pretty deep for a baby, did you pull that from Dannath?" Kel quipped, not really expecting a response since she was hoping for silence.

Dannath has taught me many things, but this I already know. My rider should talk with some of these Malvren riders, I also wish to speak with Malvren dragons. Dannath says his rider has overheard that we are to be good friends. I wish to be a part of this. So does Dannath and his rider.

Heaving a sigh, Kelvari reached down and scratched the young silvers eye ridges, earning a croon of encouragement. "Can't argue with that, J'iura doesn't do anything without a reason, and he's certainly not the ambitious sort, so hanging out with Malvren must be a matter of self preservation." For a moment she allowed herself to chew on that, but the implications were a bit much for her sixteen year old brain to handle on top of a new dragon and a funeral, so she stored the information in the back of her mind for later use. "Hah, or he's spotted a pretty lady." She added, some of her trademark good cheer reappearing as she grinned cheekily down at Sakath. "Don't tell him where we are at alright? Let's give this whole Cross-Weyr socializing bit a try all on our own." The young silver trilled at that, and ruffled his wings in agreement.

Nodding, Kel looked around from her vantage point at the food stand. She spotted quite a few of her fellows from Trine, and some of them were quite busy mingling with Malvren and Benden! Her previous enthusiasm dimmed a bit, she really didn't know many of them well enough to intrude on a conversation, but Sakath was an adamant force in the back of her mind to get out and get known. Quite a few had gravitated towards the Benden Bronze that had made quite a good impression of himself at the Hatching, but with his rider currently engaged in conversation with the Weyrwomen of Trine and Malvren, Kelvari wasn't comfortable enough to approach.

Oddly though, neither was Sakath.

"What is wrong? He seems to like young dragons very much."

He is a very big bronze.

Looking over at Galvanth, Kel had to admit he was of impressive stature, but Brakiath (whom Sakath had so rudely growled at after breaking his shell) was far bigger.

"You lost your nerve. "

There is a Silver from Malvren here, I would like to meet him.

Rolling her eyes, Kel obliged her bondmate by scanning the surrounding area for the telltale flash of silver, and was surprised to find it very near the Weyrwomen. "Sorry Sakath, he's busy. Try again."

Now you lost your nerve.

"Oh shush."

"Interest?" Eirlyn scoffed, "I imagine reknown would come to the rider whose bronze flew a Benden gold and sired a queen. His research apprently holds the key to that. Would you not want to know how, or why, your Queens fail to clutch despite being of good Malvren stock?" Her tone was sharp, as if the very idea ought to obvious. Really.

Still, the light in his eyes was marked by both Weyrwomen and hopefully by Inaari too. This was business they were conducting and she would be well to learn the subtleties of political chess games. Tempt the Knight to leave the Bishop prone.

Abigail smiled at his continued speech, though her words were empty as the two Malvren Senior Weyrlings approached, "Then I do hope you will pursue that duty with as much vigor as you have this conversation, Bronzerider." Brakiath, tell S'raid's that we will contact him later. I expect two copies and no trace of the mission. We must know what the Healer took.

From her place, the gold lifted her head and cast her gaze out in search of the bronze who was now covered in people and hatchlings alike. She rumbled her laughter at the sight, bemused by how the mighty had fallen. No one was truly evil, she knew, and it was good to see the bronze in a better light. Galvanth. Mine wishes that you tell Yours she will contact him later and expects two copies with minimal fuss. You and yours is doing well, Bronze, I respect that. Brakiath wasn't stupid either but the politicking was for humans, her own positive comment ought to be enough to sweeten the Bronze even a little.

Abigail bowed to the bronzerider then to T'ron and S'dekai, blinking as the silver nosed her shoulder and patted it fondly, "Thank-you, I truly appreciate it. Her memory will serve as lesson for us all. To be of help? Maintain good relations with all those you meet, I think. Positive ties between peers, allies, and Weyrs themselves will ensure such tragedies are minimized." She smiled graciously as she took a step back, "If you ladies and gentlemen will excuse me, I must tend to the rest of the gathering. I heard a dragon roar a moment ago..."

"Of course! Don't let us keep you from your Weyr, Abigail. I'm sure I can handle this." She winked as she nodded, a gaze passed between them before she turned back to S'raid. "Ah yes. I should introduce my latest bunch, hm? This wonderful young lady here is Goldrider Inaari, this is Silverider T'ron and his big behemoth of a Silver, Cavenath, and last but certainly not least that is Bronzerider S'dekai. They're a rather forward group, I'm afraid." Despite the humble words, her tone was bursting with pride and the moment of before was broken - out of necessity.

G'brel's wandering wasn't really s aimless as it seemed. She had actually been keeping an eye out for some of her friends while at the same time listening in her mind to the conversation Lifth was having with the great Bronze. As such the Greenrider's remark both surprised and amused her. "I think he has quite a large enough following as it is at the moment," she replied with a simple smile. "If I make him bespeak any others I don't know how he'll be able to keep track of the conversations."

This was a rider of the Benden lot. She'd seen him around before, but only ever at a great distance. "Yes, I am G'brel of Blue Lifth," she replied with a nod to his inquiry. "May I ask the name of you and Yours?" Despite current events, the teen was never against the possibility of meeting new dragons and riders. Especially since she had so much to learn yet in the upcoming months.

I know many games! Mine never wins when I play hiding things. And I can find all his hiding places when it's his turn too. She seemed quite pleased with that as well. I like learning new games. Mine says I get..get.. She paused, glancing back at A'li a moment for him to supply the word she was looking for.

A'li kept a slightly cautious eye on the larger green, but she seemed pleasant enough from the feelings he was receiving from Zinth. At the questioning prod from his own dragon he grins. "Antsy, Zinth. You can't stay still very long unless you have something to do" His attention returns to the larger green before them, wondering who her rider could be. "I hope Yours doesn't mind that Zinth came over to speak with you so suddenly," he waited just a moment for Zinth to supply him with a name, "Yvoth."

Zinth seemed pleased that her A'li gave a nice greeting and set off again prodding for games. What kind of racing games does Benden play? Are they in the air? I'm learning to fly fast now with my clutchmates! Not fast enough to race yet, probably, but certainly faster than she'd ever managed before and it was a game to learn the movements of turning in the air and diving (though she had not gotten the hang of that one just yet).

"Yeah... Her loss was unfortunate, but the rest of it did go quite well," she agreed. The Green going Between had truly been a terrible thing, but sadly that was the nature of Hatchings. If a dragon's other half was not around, they simply could not survive. "In any case, well met, rider B'tar. How long have you and Yours been together for?" The teen wondered to herself how similar and dissimilar Benden and Trine Hatchings were from one another other than when it came to dealing with the Atypicals' eggs. What was it exactly that the Healers had been so intent on finding out?

Abigail excused herself and T'ron murmured the appropriate words, echoing his Werywoman's words. When Erilyn introduced them to the Bronzerider, S'raid, he gave another respectful bow, but he was hard-pressed to lose the puff of pride he felt from Erilyn's words.

T'ron was very pleased to have S'dekai and Inaari with him, but that would soon change - Inaari gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and then excused herself.

While this was going on, Cavenath was politely seeking out names. He wanted to know everyone. He raised his head and gave a respectable bugle when the Weyrwoman called him a big behemoth - healthy, handsome and big, Cavenath just knew he was amazing (the snob). 'Mine, I want to see the other silver, I go. Come join when you can.' Cavenath nosed his rider, gave the Bended Bronzerider a little dip of his head and then trotted off to find the little silver.

'Young silver! Hello~ It is Cavenath come to say hello~!' No missing THIS fellow in motion, he was massive and moved with grace.

Cav's loud calling for the other silver was something he just kind of put to the back of his mind; it had taken some time to learn to separate himself from the dragon's thoughts and feelings, but now he could do it and keep himself easily. "He wanted to see the young silver." But he would stay, for a bit. He did know that Feynath wanted to return to the weyr quickly, but...surely, he would have time to speak with this Bronzerider as well as the young silver's bondmate.

"As Werywoman Erilyn said, we're quite forward. Hope it's not off-putting, it's not meant to be." Though this man was - from the way Abigail and Erilyn had been treating him - from Benden and that Weyr of late was not exactly in anyone's best graces, he was the sort of guy that knew one person's actions didn't define the group. T'ron would be respectful and friendly.

Cavenath heard the recently hatched silver's reply and warbled back at him; throwing back another gentle insistance at His to join them as soon as it was prudent.

'Hello Sakath, it is good to meet you. And Sakath's rider! Mine will come when he can.' The massive silver stopped a few steps from the smaller silver and dipped his head to touch noses in greeting; once he had done that, he turned his head and made a pleasant noise at Kelvari.

'You will be as big as me, because Yours will take good care to oil you twice a day and not let you tire yourself as T'ronmine did for me.' On this, he was firm, because for him, his growth had been so explosive, his hide so sensitive, that T'ron had to oil his shining body far more often than usual. They also got tired quite easily, so that had to be taken into consideration...T'ron had actually carried Cavenath around like a large puppy when he had first hatched.