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R'ven loved a good hatching. The senior weyrling was in his element, sweeping through the crowd with a nod and a wink for every group he passed, a nearly empty glass of wine in one hand. Noting the state of his cup, he changed direction to wander back towards the wine table, swiping a second with a nod for the vinter--an old friend of his, he realized after a beat, and offered a smile accordingly--then set about exploring the Gather once more for a familiar face, swaying lazily in time with the music with each step forward.

Imirin entered the hatching festivities with his mind on one thing and one thing only.

Then something bit his ear and his list grew to two things.

He swatted at the bronze flitt on his shoulder, earning nips to his fingertips as he did so, and muttered some incredibly creative suggestions as to where the flitt could go and what he could do while there. Bait simply cling to the trader's wrapped braid and observed the people around him.

Imirin made a straight line for the food. Before Bait could even squeak he made sure to nearly shove a meatroll in the flitts mouth and then unceremoniously dumped him from his shoulder. For his part the bronze flitt was used to such things and snapped out his wings, soaring up with his prize to the safety a higher perch would offer.

With his burden gone the trader visibly relaxed and snagged himself a variety of snacks and a bit of good wine.

"Crowds are, for many, an aquired taste. I think the only reason I feel fairly comfortable is because I can meet many new people. Which is probably why I was rather comfortable in the healercraft as well." The last was added on as an afterthought, accompanied by a soft laugh. A bit of a thoughtful look crossed her features, before the inevitable question was mused over.

"You know, I wonder what it was that made Daranth choose me above all others. Other than the fact that I nearly wandered off without seeing his beauty." Well, it wasn't entirely something to be proud of, but was certainly an interesting story she'd be able to tell later on with amusement.

R'ael was amoung those few who were still not entirely comfortable in the bustle of a gathering, but time and his first battle with Thread had given him a edge more certainty, that and the somewhat peculiar feeling of being one of the people who had, in some sence, become settled here, at the Weyr. He wasn't so much the odd one out now, he and Jaereth, now there were new faces in the cround with the excited and faintly lost look he'd had then.
He was partially looking for Khalin, hoping to spot him in the crouds.
No it was "K'hin" Now....wasn't it? K'hin must be walking on air, though it would take some time to get used to calling him that.

R'ael pulled up short with a startled sound as, in his distraction, he almost walked into one of the new Weyrlings. His flit, Rikk, hissed and flared his wings, springing to the air and fluttering above their heads as R'ael blinked sharply, snapping into attention from his wandering attention.
"Oop! Sorry about that. Wasn't looking where I was going..." He appologized, offering an warm, lopsided grin.

A soft chirp wandered up from his flit, a warning before the little green suddenly took flight. OOoh dear, this couldn't be good. K'hin tilted his head up, spinning in a circle trying to keep the little monster-as he fondly called her durning these time- in sight. Why was she circling.

Sonia paused in in her hoovering before steadly making her way towards the left and he followed. Nothing more that he could do. He could not fly and yelling no bad girl sounded redundant and embarssing. The little green fluttered down lower circling a other flit. A bronze, Rikk?

Had to be. Rikk was the only flit she showned any affection for let alone reconginzed by name. Say the flit name and her little head would perk up and she glance around before snorting at him. Which met that was R'ael!

He walked closer and paused. R'ael and a other boy that looked vaguely familar. Ooh yes. He had impressed a bronze from the hatching but Kahlin had failed to catch his name. Soneth had caused him to forget everything for a few moments. She still made him want to jump up and down like a moron but that was undiginfied.

He paused before approaching closer. "Ah...R-R'ael?" he finally stuttered. He eyed the other boy before speaking again. "C-congrats on impressing a bronze. We'll be in classes together latter." He had been in a dream state though most of the impressing and the other probably felt the same way so might as well be polite and help the other place him.

((Sorry to intrude but I need to toss N'tren in there someplace! Poor fellow...))

N'tren had been looking for someone, anyone he knew in the sea of weyrlings and weyrfolk as well as kin and friends. It had been a rather spectacular Hatching with him reaffirming his bond to Datiath. Even now, the bronze was interesting in looking over the little ones... It was only at N'tren's insistance that he stay at the ledges and gossip that the bronze left.

You are too curious for your own good. N'tren smiled. Remember when you followed me into the kitchens, right out of the egg?

I was hungry. And I did not want to leave your side. Datiath responded. That is what Impression is about.

N'tren was so busy mind-talking with Datiath that he did not see the three-way gathering on R'ael and two of the newly Impressed. Eyes glazed over, he managed to walk into and stumble uncharacteristically into the bunch of them. Sitting on the ground, looking up, N'tren turned bright red. "Hey, R'ael. Uh...Sorry about that... Datiath and I were caught up in memories..."

He frowned at he heard Datiath's laughter ringing in his ears.