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"...And you would know of 'randy green riders' quite well Miss Nandeli?" Ha! So that's what she meant! Cheeky thing. Well, her first comment way back might have shocked him, but now two could play at this game. "And what of cute little goldriders? What should I say to them?" He grinned at her. "it'd be a bit rude to say no to a queen after all." And a wink added on for flourish. Ha! How about that!

"Anyway, you're right, its only right I introduce myself." Moving over to one of the people Nan had pointed out to him, K'riwar and J'riar was it? "Hello, I'm Dorinelic, congratulations on Impressing, to the both of you." He must have sounded bit mechanic as he gave a small bow. "What have you chosen as your new names? Oh well, granted, I didn't know old one but, still, always fun so hear what one changes a name to fit. And your dragons! they are even more beautiful up close." He smiled even more. Yes, he was feeling a bit more confident tonight. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad.

While Uktenath attempted to catch Galliath's attention, hoping that the older dragon might know something about the situation that he did not, O'asis caught sight of Zara returning. She was sure to know something about what was going on - not only because she'd helped to cart him out, but because she was a Healer. If whatever was going around was recognizable in any way, she'd have to know, wouldn't she!

"Zara!" O'asis waved, already walking to meet her. It occurred to him that he probably should let her eat without bothering her, but... well, this could be important, so he might as well barrel on anyway. "Shards, what happened? Something's going around, isn't it?" What a day for something like this to occur, too; nobody was going to take the threat seriously with so much to celebrate, not unless it reached the point of hysteria.

O'asis dearly hoped that it wouldn't.

Deciding that Zara was onto something, O'asis reached out to get a plate for himself, picking out a few tasty-looking morsels as he spoke with her. "You don't know what it might be, though?" he asked. "I mean, right now, with the Weyr packed like it is - something could spread fast, couldn't it?" He didn't exactly want to be a doomsday prophet, but... it seemed like a valid concern. And Zara would know far, far better than he did, if there was truth to it.

O'asis listened closely, and pursed his lips. "What's this wish of Weyrwoman Favan's, then?" he asked. He'd been about the Weyr for at least some time now, but that didn't mean he knew everything yet - and Zara spoke so casually of it, it must be some bit of common knowledge that had managed to sneak by him.

Jessan nodded to the boy who introduced himself as Dorinelic. He was a cheeky looking fellow, not to hard on the eyes. Jessan sipped his cup, taking this one a little bit slower than the first. He turned back when N'tos addressed him as his little brown watched. Again, the lump tried to form and again Jessan pushed it down deep. Waaaay deep. Nothing that plenty of wine and food couldn't cure.

"Hello there Asceth. You are certainly the most handsome brown here. I promise to remember you and Ianquith when I am on duty for chopping up the meat. Both of you shall have the tastiest tidbits." There. That sounded like the appropriate comment to a dragonet. Briefly, the fierce desire to hear someone, anyone's voice inside of him came over him.

The was Hatching Day!

Like J'riar said, he bondmate was still out there. Shards, if he wanted, he could even as to go to Igen or someplace for a chance. But the sands were tribckling down... Soon twenty-one turns would be on him. "More people down or acting sick? That is not a good sign, not with so many packed together. It's like the herdbeasts. You get one sick beast and you don't catch it, next thing you know the whole herd is down. And you've lost your stock. Not that anything like that will happen here."

Jessan tried to quickly reassure his friends.

In spite of himself, O'asis found himself immediately shaking his head in fervent disbelieving of a hypothetical dragon plague. No way would something happen like that, no way. Not because it wasn't possible, of course - it was fully within the realm of possibility, maybe even likelihood. But through sheer force of will, O'asis would keep it from happening - somehow.

"So what's keeping it from happening, then?" O'asis asked thoughtfully. He knew that he'd be pretty busy in the weeks to come, but maybe he knew a few people that would be less busy; it sounded as though this were important, and he knew without asking, that meant that Uktenath would want to....

O'asis Mine, you are thinking of something, Uktenath accused him mildly. O'asis didn't know how to answer him without diverting from his conversation with Zara, so he glanced at the bronze, tugged a half-smile onto his face, and picked out a piece of some sort of fancy meatroll dish to offer Uktenath in exchange for his patience. The dragonet sniffed it, but something about its scent must not have been to his liking, and he refused it. With a shrug, O'asis popped it into his mouth instead.

Beru was not the only flitt acquiring meat. Gilden, tired from investigating the crowds, had come to sit on C'mor's shoulder and was currently receiving some spiced wherry meat. Grasping a chunk in her forepaws, the gold chirred contentedly to herself, casting watchful eyes down onto her new friend. He was big, but a baby and needed looking after carefully!

Naedreth, having taken to Gilden right away, didn't object to her attempts to mother him; it was good to be appreciated and liked by all people after all, even little flitts. After responding to the gold's chirring, he turned his head to regard the crowd again. "Oh! Mine, there is Anidanth and Her's, he said to C'mor. "They are not speaking with friends, so we should go and greet them."

Well, he couldn't argue with that logic. C'mor smiled and nodded to the knot of friends before moving towards the young green and her mousy-haired rider. "Good evening," he said with a smile to the slight girl as he drew closer. "I'm C'mor, I don't think I've seen you around before, I'm afraid I've been rather busy since the last hatching. This here is Naedreth, we're both please to meet you, and congratulations on Impressing! Anidanth is a beautiful dragonet." Gilden, still perched on his shoulder, added a cheerful greeting to girl, dragon, and flitt. What a fine time she was having tonight!

"Anidanth," Naedreth added with a draconic smile, "I hope you are finding the evening to your liking." She did look nervous, poor thing. He and his would have to make sure that nobody was cruel to her.

Naedreth gave a cheerful rumble and raised his head a little taller. "I'm sorry you don't like being looked at, but at least while I'm standing over here most of them will be looking at me." It was true! They had all watched him, waited for him to choose His. He had had all the time in the world to search and find the perfect match, his perfect lifemate and rider, but everyone had acted as though taking your time was strange. First he had needed to search - and he had found His! - and then he had wanted to watch for a little while. Nobody else would have taken His, even though His was the best there was. Obviously they had all known that it was not for them to take C'mor away from Naedreth.

C'mor grimaced. "Oh yes, that, I'm sorry it was your introduction. I was one of the idiots down at the lake," he added with a sigh and a shake of his head, "wish I hadn't been there with what happened, and how far Z'nal took it but at least it's over now." Perhaps his involvement with that mess would be forgotten all together now he had Impressed. It shouldn't be so, he was different in some ways of course but still basically the same idiot that had trusted the wrong person. Some people, however, were quite easily blinded by a bronze hide. "I think he handled it wrong," C'mor added with a shrug that said the candidate master could do whatever he liked regardless, "he said the punishment to all candidates was to teach us to be a wing. I fail to see how singling out some for abuse, and subjecting others to punishment they did not earn breeds comradeship and cooperation but I'm sure he knows what he's about."

"No you aren't! You think he's an idiot, Mine!"

"That's sarcasm Naedreth, I meant the opposite of what I said. I don't do it all that much but some do so listen out for it in future!"

Gilden chose this moment to interject that she would like more meat. C'mor grinned and passed some up to her, pausing to stroke the little queen's head. "This is Gilden," he said to Merya with a smile, "what's your's called?"