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"I'd be thrilled," A'bri said, smiling a touch wider. "Oh, I've been here a fair while. About a Turn. Not for this clutch specifically- well, actually, in a way for this one," he turned a fond, almost misty-eyed expression on Varth, who was paying him no mind at the moment. "I don't remember his name, but he was a Brownrider. ...Actually, I'm fairly certain he didn't give me his name. Possibly on purpose. Didn't seem too keen on giving me details, but his dragon was dead friendly. Best thing that ever happened to me, those two stopping nearby. My folks had a little cothold, just South of Igen. They were Smiths. Well, I was sort of a Smith too, but I wasn't very good at it." He flashed another smile, definitely enjoying Nan's presence.

"How about you? How long have you been here? How long ago did you Impress? Where are you from?" He was definitely curious, eager to learn as much as he could about anything she cared to share. "Oh, A'nt seems like a good fellow, it's good to meet one of his friends! He did look pretty shaken- well, everyone was pretty shaken-" A'bri's easy smile fell away for a moment, a flicker of the overwhelming grief the little Blue's betweening had caused visible on his features- "but his Brown was on the Sands at the same time, I think. Pretty sure he's the one I saw..." A'bri paused, thinking that over, and nodded. "Yeah, pretty sure. He steadied some, but he could probably use a visit." And A'bri should definitely see if he could spot Vera in the crowd, or Koios... Vera in particular, if Bell was with her he wasn't sure anyone else would be able to get close. Not that Bell let him close, either, but he'd handle the pecking.

:Thank you,: Varth replied, looking entirely pleased at the compliment. His posture shifted and he relaxed slightly- maybe not all Golds were like Arioth or Cheoth. This one seemed very nice, in fact, even if she was bigger than him. She at least knew that he and His would do well. :Mine likes Yours,: he added, a note of approval in his voice. It was good that His liked Reneneth's. Reneneth was very smart for a Gold.

C'mor nodded, hoping silently that the elder bronze rider was right in his asessment of Helirra's character; personally he had his doubts. "That's good to know. It's easy to assume nothing's being done when you don't hear anything about plans for the future. Solving this problem will be difficult to say the least so far as I can see. Just to have a new Weyr pop up would be lovely, but something like that would take turns to create, not to mention the issues with working out who would tithe to the new place. It would be ideal to have a new Weyr in an unpopulated place that could then grown new holds around it but while that was happening who would be supporting the Weyr, and again who would be building it?..." He had probably rambled on for quite long enough now; S'kagi had no doubt come to the same conclusions and didn't need some weyrling spouting them at him.

"Sorry," he said after a moment with a faint smile, "I have a bad habit of thinking aloud." What he wasn't going to state aloud was the idea that kicking theives out was a good plan. If they couldn't respect the rules, clearly they didn't deserve the chance to Impress a dragon... but if things were run that way, would he have been thrown out over that incident at the lake? He hadn't taken anything, but merely being there had been enough cause for Z'nal to punish himself, Mal, and Ren as much as Firyal and Veyes. Surely for such a harsh punishment more effort would be made to find out the truth of the matter. He honestly didn't expect such from Z'nal - the man who thought the way to teach people to be a wing was to punish all from the crimes of a very few - but somebody else would step in. Hopefully. The idea of having been sent away from the place that had been his home all his life, and never having found Naedreth... It was too much to contemplate.

"Do not think things like that Mine," Naedreth said with an edge of unhappy keen. "If you had not been there I do not know what I would have done. None of the others were good enough for me."

That made him shudder, and have a sudden mental image of the handsome bronze helplessly wandering the sands before screaming like that blue and vanishing. What if theives had dragons depending on them to be there? Surely such a person would not be the only one compatible with a dragonet, surely. It was still a sobering thought though.

It didn't take a sixth sense to see what was going on. It didn't even take all of the first five. No human in the room heard him, except for his rider of course, but they didn't have to. All you needed was a pair of working eyes to be in the know. The most charming smile he could manage--and boy, was it ever charming--coupled with a flutter of his wings made it all too clear. Flirting with a green already. What a showy little bronze.

Was his brother trying to, ahem, block him already? When he was older this was liable to cause some bickering. Not so much a problem now. The ever-smooth Xanthoth had no problem getting his game back no matter how many times he was interrupted, and it would take much more to push him over the annoyed line, let alone an angry one. None the less, he was surprised his clutchmate had spoke to him. They were rivals from birth. Sort of. If you could even call that a rival. Hasufeth was a lovely color and Xanthoth was so glad he found His (unlike a certain other blue), but he just didn't measure up. In personality. In the literal sense, he almost did.

His inner-monologue would have suggested otherwise, but Xanthoth wasn't trying to come off superior to his sibling (if he was or not didn't matter; details!). He just wanted to get back to what he was doing. B'lin didn't need to talk more, when he thought about it. B'lin talking more right now could only lead to bad things for him at that very moment.

Shame that he didn't think about it first.

B'linmine, Hasufeth would like you to speak up!

Truly a rebel, B'lin... said nothing. At first. He was tired, and he looked it. He was grumpy, angry even, and he looked it. The face he made just then would have made a rock shiver, and worse still, he made it at Merik. Then the young man sighed. Finally, he did speak. Just once before silently dismissing himself from any company.

"Don't talk to my brother anymore. He's stupid, and he'll get you in trouble."

Miiine! Xanthoth was positively pouting as he scrambled after his rider, away from the feast, away from M'rik and away from his beloved green. He didn't regret his choice; they just had some work to do!

Don't whine. Wingleader's don't whine.

They don't turn so red either, B'lin!

...Just stop talking.

Annelie was there for one reason and one reason only: Yansanth had told her to be -- to make sure the 'little ones' were all right. While the young woman was also worried about the dragonets, and of course cared about their current state, she imagined that her time would of better use if she were tending to the young Queen. ... but Yansanth had been incredibly adamant about the whole thing, and there was really no use with arguing.

However, Gnattie did not wish to stay in the weyr and sleep like Yansanth had opted to do, and the little flit winked onto Annelie's shoulder. But given the previous happenings, even the aggressive flit was morose and saddened, and her head low and her wings drooped. She still glared at passer-byes as Annelie maneuvered through the throngs of people, but the small green uttered not a peep nor moved to n** innocent sleeves.

------------ Meanwhile...

While Annelie had no particular destination in mind, Ferris certainly did. Her eyes were still red from her earlier weepfest, but this was a Feast, and congratulations were still necessary. ...And Ferris knew exactly who to HIT first.

Ferrismine, who are we looking for? Hwinth questioned Hers as they wove through the numerous bodies in the Bowl. The small green had to trot a little to keep up with the fast pace of Ferris, but she wasn't bothered.

"Weee..." Ferris drawled as she peeked around the middle of one man and then stood up on her toes to peer over someone else, " are looking for Woman-Weylin. Or whatever he changed his name to. He Impressed your close-knit blue brother, my Dear."

Toronth? That is a good plan, Mine. The small green nodded to herself and continued to follow, paying not much mind to some people staring. Hers indeed had a good plan in going to see Toronth and His, but Hwinth did not agree with the way of going about it. So she decided to makes things easier.

Toronth? Toronth, Mine is looking for Yours. Where are you?

P'ree thought the boy impressing at the same moment the blue went between wasn't necessarily a bad thing a happy moment like impressing to cover up a terribly sad moment..well..it worked out in his mind. He couldn't help but be set on edge, the blue reminded him just how lucky he was that Iawanth was still with him after all the stupid things they did together.

"Matsukazeth," P'ree smiled and tried to commit the name to memory, "I hope you both have many, many turns together."

He chuckled and took a draw from his mug, "Iawanth was positive that you would impress, it is odd for him to remember names, but he knows yours."

It is nice to meet you Matsukazeth, Iawanth rumbled as he stretched out in his Weyr. He had thought the boy would pair with a blue...blues after all were quite perfect themselves. I do not recall when I impressed Mine..but he says it was the best day of his life. Does yours think the same?

"I am so happy for you, impressing is..well you know.." he chuckled again.

Unfortunately, A'nt could work no such magic in his own mind- the boy was still distraught over the Hatching's events, and likely would be till the end of his days. Worse, too, was the creeping worry and realization that he hadn't been watching Matsukazeth at all when he'd hatched. His focus had entirely and devotedly been on the little b-

MINE! Honestly! If I do not keep an eye on you, all you do is talk yourself down! Do not worry, I have told you! Yours doesn't mind, for I have you now! And while it was semi-threatening in nature, A'nt could sense nothing but love from the little dragon. Laughing a bit in nervousness as his face colored, A'nt looked back to P'ree from Matsukazeth, giving a dismissive wave of embarrassment.

"He, aha. ...Thinks I have self-confidence issues. And, uh, thank you! On the well wishes, and the compliment from Iawanth. It's nice to know somebody has some faith in me.

Of course he does! Matsukazeth hummed brightly, once more stretching as if to show himself off. I am perfect for Mine, because he is perfect, and I will work just as hard as he does! We are a perfect match!

"You know Cordel would never let me hear the end of it if I let you get soused," Zara chided gently, allowing herself to be led towards Annelie. She recognized the young woman from the Hatching before Fuxith's, although she wasn't very familiar with her from before or after it. Well, it couldn't hurt to say hello, and Fuxith would undoubtedly encourage it if he were awake. With his focus on a pristine image, golds and their riders had a sort of exalted status in his eyes.

"Good evening, goldrider Annelie." She greeted the queenrider with a slight bow.

"The only problem with thinking out loud is that you occasionally have to wonder who else is listening." S'kagi half joked. "Especially when there are multiple queens in the Weyr. Makes for an very interesting time of it." Especially since Favan was so... ambitious. "Of course the other problem is that I'm hearing a lot more grumbles about pranks and things not being done correctly. That's not helping either." He added with a frown, steering away from the political aspect of the situation. "Haven't run into it personally, yet, but I'm hoping it's just stress. But then, what have we run into lately that has a simple answer?"