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K'en might not have noticed the small squabble between the other Weyrlings when it had first started, but it was impossible not to see what was going on once the Weyrleader rounded on the new greenrider, his booming voice drawing all attention to the scene and bringing about the silence of those gathered. While it may not have been explicitly stated, it was easy to guess which of the two only rules they had been given was broken. But why? Was the taste of wine really worth the life of one's dragon, accident or not? He couldn't help but worry greatly for the pair as they were banished off to the corner-- would they really be alright?

I do not believe that our sister will go Between, Stromath remarked privately to his, watching them depart in a respectful silence. However, the punishment to Hers is not unjust. Carelessness can be just as damaging as malicious intent, if not worse at times.

K'en gave a faint nod of agreement. It didn't stop him from worrying for them though.

Pyrth cried out towards her bothers and sisters as they seemingly already mourned for her, so many of them called out to her their hearts saddened and fear coursing through them. It wasn’t helping at all. Twisting her head the green looked back towards hers and crooned softly. P’ne knew what they all thought, what everything people in the whole Weyr was thinking. But it didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was making sure that Pyrth didn’t between.

“Hey, look at me. Don’t look at them. You are mine, and I am yours and that is all that matters,” P’ne stated in a raspy voice, her words mirrored the reassurance that her beloved green had given her since the very start. Off-coloured fingers stroked the very tip of Pyrth’s snout affectionately. “I love you--- you know that, I didn’t mean to do this. I didn’t mean to hurt you--- you have to be okay Pyrth. You have to. I promise I will never be careless again and I will try my hardness to make things right. If the Weyrwoman was still alive she would send me to live at Malvern for this.” Shutting her eyes more tears rolled down her cheeks, in all of her life the rider, if she could call herself that, had never felt so ashamed or worthless. She had taken something so precious, so wonderful and had completely disregarded it with foolishness. The feeling of sorrow was so strong coursing through both of them that P’ne found herself sobbing, her hands were stained with wine, stained with the blood of her dragon. She would never be able to rise above this. Pyrth rumbled and buried her snout into the petite girl’s chest.

‘Persimine--- I don’t feel right---I feel funny.'

”Of course but, for Pyth’s sake, I wish there was something we could have done. She is so young like us and it is not right for P'ne to put Her's at risk.” A hint of red-orange bled into his eyes and he shook his head, growling his frustrations. P’ne could not hear him now but he wished she could. If only he spotted the danger sooner he would have done something to remind her of W’lin’s speech.

W’rick nodded in agreement, looking almost as irritated as his dragon. Now that he understood this bond – truly felt it – he could never wish that fate on his worst enemy. How could P’ne do this? Yes, he broke the rules from time to time, but with reason. For no reason would he jeopardize his bond with Pectolath. He glanced at F’law, studying his expression before going back to staring at his plate. After a long pause he sighed heavily and reached down to stroke Pectolath’s neck. His dragon’s growls softened as he turned his attention to W’rick with eyes slowly fading into yellow-green. In a calmer voice, he said to Zurith, ”I agree with you brother, but I would do anything to protect my clutchmates.”

“This is why I stayed in the smithy,” W’rick muttered to F’law. Privately, W’rick felt glad one of them was keeping his composure. Miners always have their feet on the ground.

Thin arms continued to cling protectively around Pyrth’s neck as the gold rider Kindra and Suunath approached. The green could hear the hushed sympathetic purr that her sister greeted her with but her senses were skew and she couldn’t quite tell whom it was that was addressing her.

Sunn---Sun---no that isn’t right--- Sunnnath is that you?’ Pyrth asked in a low pitched voice, at least she thought she was speaking softly. The actuality of it was she was booming loudly, unable to control her volume whatsoever and completely oblivious to the fact. P’ne winced just a bit as the girl in front of her spoke to her. She wanted to slap her, she wanted to tell her to leave her alone and to not judge her but she couldn’t even meet the other weyrling’s eyes.

Shame and disgust was written all over the pale brunette’s face, she didn’t have any right to be upset or defensive, Kindra was only trying to help. “feed, her. Yes. I will do that. It’ll help, I will try to calm myself gold rider,” P’ne mumbled, reaching out a visibly shaking hand the former vintner took the bowl and held out a morsel for her green to take. “Focus on me, Pyrth. Please. Just ignore everything and focus on me. I won’t let you go--- I refuse to let you go---” The plate of food that the gold weyrling brought was completely forgotten, it was apparent that P’ne was only concerned with the well being of hers. Sniffing at the cutlet of meat Pyrth obeyed her lifemate and gentle took the offered piece and chewed it carefully, minding her tongue which suddenly felt floppy.

‘Suunath, Mine didn’t mean to. I wish Yours wouldn’t speech to her harshly. Mine is very delicate. I will not go anywhere. I am needed here. Mine needs me, the weyr needs us. I will not go between. There is still too much to do, but it all feels so far away, I am scared sister Suunath. So scared and sad.’ Pyrth still felt odd, but she was confident that she would not be going anywhere anytime soon and yet the gloom that settled over her and the haze that she found her mind in was so very distressing

“I am so sorry Pyrth. I am so sorry--- I don’t deserve you--- you deserve so much better---” bright green eyes seemed to dull as yet again more tears rolled from her hues, turning her almost lifeless eyes towards Kindra for the first time the slender, shorthaired girl stared blankly towards her. “You shouldn’t have come over here, you will get in trouble. I don’t deserve any sort of kindness---” P’ne felt a mix of her own heartache and the fear and confusion that was bleeding over their mind link, the emotional concoction was almost too much to bare. “I didn’t mean to be so stupid….”

Kindra sighed, she'd caught the tensing of the other girl and gritted her teeth against commenting, instead she listened to her talking to her Green "Look, calm yourself, it's got to be hard but the more worried and worked up you get, the more confused your dragon will be, staying calm is the best thing to do right now so you dont make her confusion worse" she said, pulling a stool over and putting the plate of food on it in case the girl got hungry, most of what she got wouldn't matter if it went cold "You should eat yourself too, when she's full" she added before moving off around the room, turning her back on the girl and her dragon, she'd done what she could, it was up to the pair now.

Suunath gave Pyrth a gentle nudge "I know Yours didn't mean to but she needs to be stronger, try and calm her and you might find yourself getting better too" commented Suunath, privately sighing a little "Don't be scared, we are here, there are others to help alright?" she added before following Kindra, her tail trailing comfortingly over Pyrth's foreleg.

Her head whipped round to Orthoth as he rumbled then yelled "ORTHOTH!" she boomed at him alone "Do you have to be so loud all the time?! Pyrth needs you to be more quiet right now, it appears Hers drank something that Ours were told not to and she needs quiet!!" she said to him only, no point in broadcasting to everyone, she nose bumped him before moving back towards the feeding tables, nudging Hers towards them "Eat Mine, i dont think you had much before Pyrth's was punished."

Treeth turned towards her brother and His and explained

Viddle wanted to reach out to P'ne, wanted her to know that she cared for her fellow rider, that she wasn't going to just go away. Not now. Not with that dead look in her eyes. She shook her head firmly.

"I do not care if I get in trouble P'ne. I'm not going to leave you alone. I am glad you want to be strong for Pyrth, but you do not have to be alone while doing it."

The once glass blower sat next to P'ne while Treeth moved closer to Pyrth and linked their tails like Suunath had been and crooned softly to her sister.


The green bumped her snout against the underside of her sisters jaw in a cheer up sort of way and crooned more good feelings for the pair.

Viddle took a leaf from Treeths book and moved closer to P'ne so she could hug her. It was some what awkward because they were sitting side by side, but Viddle was sure that P'ne would understand her motive.
"You don't have to be alone P'ne, If you can't count on the rest to support you, then you can at least count on us."

B'tar who could... and did... drink wine as a adult rider who's bond had matured enough to allow it, raised his eyebrows slowly as the situation unfolded, and quietly put down his own cup... and pushed it aside slightly, his mood to celebrate forgotten, though mostly it probably made the deceptively boyish green rider look (mistakenly) like someone else with their hand caught on the stem of an illicit wine cup.

Where did we get these candidates from? Primath demanded, hotly, itching to get her two marks in, which made B'tar rather glad that she had other places to be rather than looming over and snarling at young, traumatized dragons.

Cot hold maybe? He supplied, somewhat uncharitably. the idea that the newly impressed could not consume alchohol was part of basic candidate training, as was the prohibition against sex, which was why relations between candidates was, at lightest, usually highly frowned upon, weather or not the young and the proud understood this or not. Evidently, some of them either hadn't been listening, (he was surprised the Weyrlingmaster hadn't caught it, but perhaps they were just very very good at looking keen eyed and attentive while their mind was elsewhere...) or perhaps they just thought that they, for whatever reason, were above the rules. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, and he was distinctly glad that this round of assumptive arrogance hadn't cost someone their life or their bond, but then the bonded pairs were still young, and they had time to make even more glorious mistakes when they were trained to fly.

Probably cot holds. Primath agreed, her mental voice as red tinged as her eyes probably were. Her short memory ensured that she didn't remember that her own rider had come from such a location, only that he held them in great disdain.

"Well. Exciting start to the feast." he commented, with forced cheer, to whoever happened to be listening, rocking on his heels and fixing a slightly strained smile on his face, as though it was his responsibility to calm the ruffled emotions that now seemed to rule the feast. "Now that we've gotten the trouble out of the way, perhaps we can fully celebrate this particularly exciting clutch."

Twin Golds, impressive. He couldn't remember offhand having ever heard of such a thing, even if there were probably those who were disappointed that it was not, after all, one enormous gold. With the loss of their Weyr Woman, two was arguably better than just one... though he imagined the two girls would spend quite some time being watched like hawks, in case of further danger.