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No, I have not tried this tasty meat, Galvanth replied to the little Bronze, rather enchanted. The sheer number of dragonets was impressive alone, without the additional consideration that there had been two Bronze hatchlings in Brakiath's clutch. But I am not hungry, thank you. He had had two nice young bucks only the day before, which was more than enough to tide him through the day, if not longer. It would assuredly be longer. Adult dragons, after all, did not have to eat with the frequency of their much younger counterparts.

He was oblivious to the interest being turned his way by dragon and rider alike, caught up in entertaining the little ones. You are aware that you are utterly ridiculous, right? came S'raid's rather mocking remark. Galvanth graciously chose to ignore it. He was obviously just jealous. He did not have dragonets coming to greet him. Between Moira, Serlaith, Ianath, Lifth, and any others that might linger nearby, the Bronze was quite content with his company. There was not little Crimson today, but perhaps that was for the best.

"But of course, Weyrwoman. Who among the Benden riders would not want to know such a thing?" S'raid's eyes caught on Erilyn's, and held. He knew, and she knew, that this was not merely for his benefit. He was doing them a service, and he expected to be compensated for it."Your hope will not be in vain." There was, however, no reason to draw further attention to the subject. Now that the circle around the Weyrwomen was widening, he did not care to reveal even a hint of his planning.

His plotting, really.

Galvanth, for his part, did not feel in the least bit fallen. We are honored by your respect, the Bronze sent back to Gold Brakiath, with every bit of the delicacy he reserved for Queens of her stature. You may tell her, Galvanth, that I will have her copies for her when the time comes. Rumbling his agreement, the Benden Bronze passed that message, too, along. S'raid will be ready, and acquire the copies that the Weyrwoman desires. He would never presume to address a Weyrwoman as anything else, especially with S'raid prompting him.

When Abigail took her leave, the Bronzerider bent into another graceful bow, straightening to incline his head at the Trine Weyrwoman. "It was a pleasure, Weyrwoman. A good day to you, then." And what a mind! Ah, but he would have enjoyed fencing with her further. Erilyn was every bit as mentally agile, however, and he turned to her with that faint, polite smile. "A fine group. Malvren has been fortunate in its dragon's selections." The past conversation disappeared into nothing, and he allowed it to fade into obscurity. After all, it would not do to reveal themselves before an audience that might well contain a mole.

His eyes scanned the young faces that encircled the Weyrwoman, and he nodded to each of the in turn, with a slight bow for the young Goldrider. Her remark startled a bit of a chuckle out of him. What was it with Queenriders and wit? Well, that was a good sign, if nothing else. "Not at all. You have shown yourself well." From him, it was a high compliment indeed-- but he was not opposed to throwing those out where he thought they might do the most good. When she beat a hasty retreat (dragon prompted, naturally), he inclined his head to her as well.

Why, that Silver was quite the prince, wasn't he? Perhaps it was simply the nature of the Atypical dragons to be ranked as they were? It didn't sit well with him, but with such a fine example of that very breed behaving so graciously, he could not help but entertain the thought. There was certainly much to ponder, here. Much that he had never considered before arriving at Trine. "It isn't at all off putting. Why should it be? You are the young stars of your own Weyr, surely. Your Silver certainly carries himself well."

And Erilyn certainly seemed to agree. Hmmn, she was justifiably proud of her little brood. It was rather refreshing to see that these youngsters didn't seem to hold his predecessor's actions against him... though he was becoming somewhat accustomed to that attitude. Then again, these were Malvren riders. They were somewhat distanced from the tragic events that had put such a shadow over Trine Weyr.

'Oh, I didn't mean the meat. Though that's pretty tasty too and Mine makes it taste even better.' His eyes whirl with happy thoughts as he pads back towards the larger bronze. 'Mine lets me sample what he eats. There's so many flavors!'

F'ren had been sitting in the back, away from most of the gathered mourners, Toulonth curled beside him resting her head in his lap as he absently stroked her smooth hide, suddenly he spied the Wherhandler and only slightly cringed, he'd been quite rude (privately) about Whers, but if that bond was even just a fraction of what he had with Toulonth then there was something worthwhile about it he guessed.

Before he could stop her Toulonth had got up and nudged the back of the wherhandlers legs, as he hadn't been that far at all, F'ren sighed, getting used to her getting people to talk to him. Mine, if you dont speak to others how can we be a good pair in flight, we can be the fastest in the Weyr but we must communicate to others.

F'ren got up from his sitting position and called over to the man with another sigh, You're lucky you're my dragon he said with a mental chuckle i know replied Toulonth smugly. "Relys, hello" he said to the Wherhandler holding his arm out to him in a friendly gesture, knowing he'd get told off by Toulonth if he didn't.

F'ren smiled grimly "i'd say your first guess was right, i'm trying to stay well clear of Benden" he said then looked at Toulonth who seemed to almost wink at him. "it's F'ren now Relys, she's mine" he replied looking fondly at his small dragon. Since Mine didn't introduce me, i am Toulonth she said to Relys, at almost the same time as F'ren told the Wherhandler her name as well. "she's Toulonth" he sighed and sat back down, caressing her and offering Relys a seat "how is your Wher doing? i'm sorry i forget his name"

N'ymi bit into her redfruit, trying not to spray juices or make a mess since she was dressed formally. Normally, she wouldn't care but they had been lectured several times about being on one's best behavior and blah blah. Waiting until she had finished swallowing, she answered the question. "Well. Only really kno' one person. An' tha's La who got teh black draggin. 'aven't caught up wi' her yet. Dun' really kno' a'one else."

The little blue swelled with pride. He was immensely proud of making Dynith happy. He knew he could do it! And there was so much he could do! Did you hear that Nasuymi? She said thank you! I did a good job!

"Yes, ya did. G'job! Now dun be botherin' her too much." N'ymi decided not to correct him about her name this time.

Shards! R’vik wished he put more forethought into deciding to wear his flying leathers. The heavy leathers were weighing him down, and he could feel the sweat trickle down the side of his face. He pondered returning to Xalth and peeling off his jacket, but dropped that thought as he felt Xalth’s disapproval. In all honesty. R’vik should have remembered how it felt at the Hatching Feast and worn something lighter. Then again, at the Hatching Feast he had some spirits to distract him. Trine’s selection of beverages weren’t bad, but he personally preferred a stout Benden beer.

To ease his discomfort, R’vik paused to fuss with his jacket, opening the collar. Ahhh, much better! He lowered his hands and turned, nearly crashing into V’al. “Ah! Pardon -“ R’vik glanced at the boy’s shoulder-knot, “Weyrling. How fares you and Yours?” Another glance at the boy’s shoulder revealed that he had Impressed a blue. There was some common ground, at least!

Delighted by the notion of growing up big and strong, Sakath turned to his rider and warbled at her for assurance.

Cavenath says I must be oiled many times a day, and you shouldn't let me get tired.

The little silver said, his whirling eyes obviously amused by the idea. Blinking, Kelvari tactfully decided against reminding the little dragon that she already carried him most places (and didn't only when he insisted on walking) and that his sensitive digestive system was already giving her a run for her marks. As energetic as Sakath had been at his Hatching, and as robust as he was after... he was showing most of the Atypical frailties in his digestive tract. Looking at Cavenath, she doubted that HE had such issues, she'd been raised in the Weyr and knew something of dragon growth rates, and this silver was bigger then most for his age. Sakath, as much as he would like too, probably wouldn't be as big as Cavenath due to simple nutritional differences. Best not mention it though...

"It is nice to meet you Cavenath, and please tell your rider to take his time. I'm sure he's busy." Kel replied, charmed by the senior silver's excellent manners, if a little intimidated that his rider had just been conversing with the Weyrwomen. Hopefully Sakath would be just as impressed with Cavenath's manners and learn a thing or two.

Cavenath! How soon did you and Yours fly? Dannath tells me that it takes longer for some young dragons. Have you had firestone yet? What is Malvern like? Have you met any Benden dragons?

Or... he could jump right into a barrage of questions. Resisting the urge to sigh, Kel just scratched Sakath's eye ridges absently and reminded herself that she had asked him to ask questions.

Sakath, one at a time dearheart.


Oh, I'm sorry.